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The Sun in My Eyes: Chapter 56

At Last I See the Light

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The last chapter. Five years TO THE DAY (because I'm dramatic af) this story is done. No, seriously. It's the smutty, joyful ending Bobby and Lili deserve.

Enjoy this final double chapter. I should have cut it into two but I couldn't do that to you or to me. I have many feelings about this era coming to an end. But I'll save them for another day. Hope you like it!

han jisung x reader

hear me out and imagine like cockwarming jisung while hes playing games on his pc w felix and youre like all tired and he asks you if he can move around while you sleep🤞 and when you accept it, hes like slowly and so ever politely thrusting and has an arm wrapped around ur waist and whispering sweet things to you while you sleep 😿😿

(fixed typosㅠㅜ)

Orbiting: pt.2°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader; enter figureskater!jimin] [2.3k+ idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, both has the libido of a teenage boy; this one's for the plot! but also i know very little about the technicalities of figure skating so please be kind; tysm for the love on Orbiting]

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Nothing beats the feeling of being on the ice, you think.

Well, second to Jungkook’s bed, the rink is where you feel most euphoric. As you glide in circles and spin in the air, the wind in your hair makes you feel weightless, almost trouble-free.

“I think I’m ready,” you skate closer to the stands where your coach sits. Eagle eyes follow your form, yet her face remains stoic, “Let me try a triple axel.” With that, her brows crease. “Absolutely not,” she answers with finality.

Stubbornly, you prod, “Coach, plea—”

“We’re not risking another injury when you’ve barely healed.” At this, you scoff, “But I’m fine now. I’ve been landing double axels for months, haven’t I?”

“Yes, but still poorly,” your coach reasons as she looks at you. And you hate it. You hate how she looks at you with pity, making you feel incapable.

Brushing off your insecurity, you muster up the sliver of confidence and hope you have left. “You’re lying,” you start. “I’ve seen my form and rewatched my routines after every practice. I’ve gotten better.” You're trying not to let your emotion swallow you whole, you push your point, “You also said so yourself: I’ve been better compared to three months ago.”

You don’t realize how shaky and loud your voice had gotten with every word. Even you, yourself, sounded unsure of your recovery by the time you finished.

“Y/N—”

You know that tone. Your throat and heart constrict, “No. You promised—” but your plea is interrupted by the echo of the door banging, followed by footsteps until someone comes into view.

“Ah, Jimin. Finally!” Your coach ushers him to come closer to where you’re at a standstill with her. You’re a ticking time bomb, that at least you know. The last thing you should be around is people, so you skate away.

- “Your reputation precedes you, L/N.”

Stopping mid-stretch, you turn your head to where you hear the voice. It’s Jimin. He smirked as he approached you, skates hung on his shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sits beside you on the bleachers, plush lips tightening to form another smirk. In a different mood, you may have gushed at how full his lips are, but right now, you’re irked at how his hands take their time in lacing his skates.

“Don’t worry.” He’s facing you now and his hands flick softly to brush his parted bangs away from his face. “All I’ve heard about are good things. At least, to me.”

Your eyebrows crease. He winks, then skates away from the bleachers. You parrot your previous question, now skating after him.

“My friends said you were a stubborn one,” his voice loud enough for you to hear. Jimin slows down and lets you catch up to him. Now skating beside him, matching his stride, you ask, “And that’s a good thing because?”

“I like headstrong girls. It just means you’re determined, too. But I want to see for myself how determined you can be, Y/N.”

Jimin swerves, now skating backward, facing you. You almost crash into him, but he holds your arm, guiding you back into pace.

“Careful. If we’re going to be partners, I need to know you can keep up with me,” he teases, and it works because you’re riled up.

Of course, Jimin heard a lot about you. A couple of his friends auditioned to be your pair, but they all came home after a few weeks with rants about the ‘ice princess.’ No one would deny how pretty and talented you were, but those admirable qualities were overshadowed by how much of a ‘bitch you can be on the ice’ as his friends would describe it. He has also heard people go as far as saying how much your accident was a well-deserved one because you needed to be knocked down a peg.

He drew the line there.

Your frustration turned irritation now directed towards his smug ass. “You’re the one who’s trying out,” you bark as you pull your arms from his hand. “Nuh-uh, this goes both ways,” Jimin insists, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Fine. Let’s do a routine,” you give in. “But I take the lead. Keep up, Park.”

Not giving him the chance to disagree, you skate to the middle of the rink. Starting with a three-turn. You monitor Jimin on your peripheral vision, then, you proceed to do a salchow jump followed by loops.

- “Fuck,” you pant. Heat is running through your body, and with Jimin beside you exuding the same warmth, you feel even more hot despite being surrounded by ice. You can’t deny that running routines with Jimin was the most fun since your coach have been holding auditions for the past month.

“So…” Jimin starts, his green sweater seeming darker as it dampens with sweat. “Am I good enough to be your partner, Y/N?”

You laugh, “I could ask you the same thing.” Your frustration from earlier dissipated. “But yeah, you’re not bad, Park. Skills are mildly better than the previous three skaters we’ve had combined.”

Jimin scoffs. “Gee, thanks. Unfortunately, I need you to do one more thing for me before I settle on a verdict,” he challenges.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Do a double axel for me.” At this, your smile falters. “Unless, of course, you’ve grown rusty. If you ask me, those routines were safe,” he goads.

You hate this. You hate how he gets under your skin so easily despite having just met him. But you stand, and Jimin follows, dusting scraped ice off his pants. “I’ll go first,” he starts as he skates away for space. With bated breath and hope that he trips, you watch him glide around for a while, then launch to a smooth double axle.

Jimin chuckles, hands combing through his hair once again. “Your turn, L/N.”

You skate in circles, orbiting Jimin. You can do this, you think. You’ve been landing double axels for months now. Despite this, your nerves shake. But you’ll be damned if you get outperformed by Jimin. You ready your form as you take a deep breath.

It’s now or never.

In a millisecond, you’re in the air, and as you land your feet on the ice, you wobble until your body hits the ice. You yelp in pain, hands quick to clutch your ankle.

“Shit!” Jimin rushes to you. Eyes wide, frantically searching for your coach.

- Propped on the bed, you chew on jello as your coach chews your and Jimin’s ear off.

“What the fuck were you guys thinking? I left you guys to get acquainted, not compete,” she whisper-yells. You and Jimin exchange a look. His eyes are shy and guilty.

“Y/N, I told you to be careful.”

“I was,” you nod, scooping a mouthful of jello. Another tirade was ready to leave your coach’s mouth when the door to your hospital room opens.

“Y/N,” Jungkook barges in. Eyes focused on yours as he walks to your side. Your coach sighs, “Jungkook, talk some sense into her, will you?” She pleads before leaving your room.

On the other side of your bed, Jimin clears his throat and introduces himself, his arms outstretched for a handshake. Jungkook ignores it; eyes still on you, but his words are clearly directed at Jimin, “You can leave us now.”

Nothing is said further, and Jungkook sits on your bed. Jimin stands in disbelief.

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you break the awkward tension, “I’ll see you next practice.”

Jimin nods at you, “Right. Get well soon. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”

Jungkook’s head finally whips to face Jimin. “There’s no need for that,” he speaks with finality, staring him down. Jimin scoffs, but after a second, he relents, nods at you for a goodbye, then leaves the room.

As soon as the door closes, Jungkook's voice booms, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

You roll your eyes and end his incoming scolding before he can even start with a raise of your hand.

“You really are your mom’s son, huh? She said those exact words earlier,” you chuckle.

“Don't laugh. Nothing’s funny about this. You’re hurt, Y/N. This could have been really serious.”

You sigh, “I know. And I was scared, okay? But the doctor said it’s just a mild sprain. Nothing too serious, and give it a few weeks rest, and I’m good as new.”

Your hands reach out to straighten his furrowed brows. “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep scowling.” Jungkook pulls your hand away from his face, and for a while, you think you’ve really pissed him off. But in the same breath, he pulls your hand to his lips. “I got so fucking scared when my mom called me. I rushed here and I was even in the middle of eating.”

You snort out a laugh, and your other hand reaches the half-eaten jello and offer it to him.

“No, thanks,” he groans in disgust. “I think I’ve had my fill of jellos during your last stay here.” Cue another eye roll from you, “You’re so dramatic.” Jungkook laughs and just stares at you. There goes your heart again, doing somersaults, and you think you’re growing hot by the second he stares you down.

You clear your throat, “Well, there’s a vending machine at the corner, I think.”

Jungkook nods then stands, and you think he’s heading to buy snacks when he locks the door.

“I think I prefer the snack already here, though.”

And there’s the Jungkook, you know. While you’d rather twist your other ankle than admit that sleazy line worked on you, the fact that you’re in a hospital isn’t lost on you.

“You can’t be serious, Jungkook.”

“Oh, but I am,” he grins. Hands trailing on your legs, but he remains mindful of your sprained ankle.

“I’ll be careful, babe.”

It’s shameless how you’re already breathless. His name leaves your lips in lust-filled whispers. Pants discarded on the side of your bed, Jungkook salivates at seeing the wet patch on your underwear.

Giving in to his primal desire, he moves the cloth aside and licks at your pussy.

“Gguk,” you moan. “Not much time. Just fuck me already.”

His head shakes, and you feel his tongue move inside you. “I haven’t had my fill yet.” His thumb plays with your clit as he eases two of his fingers inside you. Your back arches, moans stuck in your throat and you remind yourself you’re in public, albeit inside closed doors, you know how thin these walls are.

Jungkook hums, and you look down at him. The sight has you gushing, and your bent knees buckle. He’s rutting himself on the bed as his tongue and fingers play with you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name with a moan. He looks up, but his fingers continue to go in and out of your pussy. Your expressions match each other—eyes lidded with lust and mouth open in silent moans and groans.

“Fuck me. Now.” Giving your pussy one last suck, Jungkook finally listens to you. The bed creaks as he kneels to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his thighs.

You open your legs wider. “You really are my dream girl,” he grunts. “Will you take off your shirt for me, babe, please.”

You hum, watching him stroke himself as he waits for you to pull your shirt over your head. “I will if you will.”

In record time, Jungkook has his shirt scattered on the hospital floor. Scooting closer to you, Jungkook remains mindful of your foot. But it isn’t long until he rubs his tip to your clit.

“Say please.”

“Please, Jungkook.”

Satisfied at your whiny voice, he pushes his dick inside you. You both moan before Jungkook realizes where you are. And so he kisses you, mouth catching your moans. His hands move from your hips to your chest. Both of his hands full with your tits, fingers pulling playfully with your nipples. You wrap your good leg around his hips, foot pushing his ass closer to you.

Mouths parting for a breather, you lean back. It’s a filthy view, but the noises you make are extremely lewd. You now hear the metal creaking and your pussy squelching each time Jungkook thrusts inside you.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers from your neck. “Don’t scare me like that ever again.” You would have sensed how earnest he was if you weren’t too lost in your pleasure. But you hum and tangle your hand with his hair, as you pull him for a kiss. His thrusts are now deeper and harder. “Cum for me, babe.” Your body at his beck and call, you cum. Milking your orgasm, Jungkook continues to pound your pussy.

“Mm, sensitive,” you whine.

“One more, baby,” Jungkook asserts with his hands going down to rub circles on your clit. You’re delirious. “One more for me,” he grunts as he thrusts, “With me.”

You can feel another orgasm slowly approaching, and you know Jungkook’s about to reach his high, too. You open your eyes and find him already looking at you. Your pupils are blown wide with lust, and in that shared moment, you knew.

You come together with breathy moans.

- Jungkook lays on top of you, his body keeping you warm. “You’re coming home with me.”

You hum, “Have mercy on my pussy, Jeon. I don’t think I can even walk out of here, and it’s not because of my sprained foot.”

He raises his head from your chest, thumb circling your side boob. “I didn’t mean for another round, Y/N. Get your head out of the gutter,” he teases.

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You have a foot injury. You need someone to take care of you.”

Cue your heart somersaults.

At your silence, Jungkook thinks he said something wrong, so he tries to lay out a more acceptable reason for having you in his home, “I think my mom would also prefer that she watches over you as you recover. Can’t have you attempting to skate with an injury.” At that, you lightly smack his head. “I’m not that stupid, Jeon,” you scoff.

“Right,” he laughs and lays his head back to your chest. He leaves a kiss on your sternum and you struggle to breathe as you try to calm your heart on haywire.

-

Lights Out, Words Gone

[yoongi x f!reader] [1.4k+ friends to lovers, light angst]

A/N: So, there was an attempt, by me. Heh. I'm just really trying to get back into creative writing. I used to enjoy writing, but no one told me that turning that into a career and years of writing newsletters and articles for corporate dulls the mind and at this point, even journaling feels like a chore. But if you found this fic and somewhat enjoyed it, I'm grateful.

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It's ridiculous, you think to yourself. How can someone be easily disarmed by a smile?

One minute, you're furiously driving at 2 a.m. to fetch Yoongi from a dive bar—miles and hours from where you live so you're well within reason to cuss him out; the next, you're giggling next to him after he told you the lamest joke you've ever heard.

"Y/N, what did the full glass of water say to the empty glass of water?"

In no mood for his shenanigans, you slide the bottle of water you bought during the drive over, closer to him. Unperturbed, he continues with a grin, "You look drunk."

You let out an annoyed sigh. The joke doesn't even make sense, and yet, because it's Yoongi's gummy smile and his contagious giggles that echo across the empty chairs and fills the bar, your mood shifts.

Suddenly, you snort a laugh. Hearing your amusement, his giggles turn into hearty laughs, and you follow.

Yoongi catches his breath after a minute and fluffs his hair. Suddenly, he looks so soft and cuddly. You feel your breath winded.

Feeling compelled to break the silence, you tease, "Did you steal that joke from Jin?" You don't wait for an answer. You usher Yoongi out of the corner of the bar he hid himself in and he lets you push him out as he weakly argues, "Did not. I thought of it myself. I can make funny jokes too, you know." You hum in response, amused by the pout forming on his face.

-

Yoongi trudges straight to his bedroom as soon as you arrive in his place. You follow, wanting to at least make sure he's tucked in with a bucket on his side of the bed—a precaution, lest he hurls his guts in bed, which rarely happens. But better to be safe than sorry.

You eye Yoongi as he grabs a shirt from his drawer and take that as your cue to leave.

"Stay the night," his voice gravelly. You stop mid-journey out the door.

What.

"Uh, Yoongi—"

"It's too late to drive," he crosses the room and pulls your hand to take his shirt. "And if you think I'm letting you take the couch, I'm offended. Sleep here."

A beat passes. "It's not like we haven't shared a bed before," he winks.

Right. As if you'd forget. You remember all too well how Yoongi gets needy and cheesy when drunk—which is why you hesitate. You need to distance yourself before your feeling overwhelms you and make you do something you would regret.

"Remember hell weeks shared in Jin's fancy dorm room? You snored like a fucking berserk honking truck," he chuckles, probably remembering those younger versions of you whose only problems were exams and thesis defense.

The nostalgia hits you, and you quip, "Ya! I remember Jungkook and I pulling an all-nighter for all those times. It was actually you who loudly snored."

Yoongi erupts in soft gummy giggles as you playfully give him the stink eye.

-

Laying stiff beside him, you almost succeed in willing your mind to slip into dreamland when you hear comforters shuffling until you feel him closer to you.

"You awake?" he faces you. "I am now," you huff. You open your eyes to adjust to the dim room, the only light source coming from the street lamp post outside his bedroom window and the tiny static light of your charging phone on the bedside table.

"I just…" he starts, "I wanted to thank you for picking me up. The guys were either out of town or probably too deep in their sleep to hear their phones ring."

"Yes, well… I was on the other side of the town and deep in sleep when you called." You weren't sure what your point was. Probably wanted him to know that you know he definitely did not call anyone else but you tonight.

But of course, he knows that you know. He knows he can't bullshit you. Not when you used to spend every waking moment since you met in college, which was almost 24/7, since you barely slept then. Years of friendship synced you together—getting used to one's idiosyncrasies, being able to read each other across the room, and sharing the same opinion on all things you deemed important.

"And yet you still came. I'm surprised you actually picked up after weeks of radio silence."

Yoongi starts to pick at his nails, his anxiety peaking. Atuned to even his habits, your hands reach to envelop his and you rest your cheeks atop.

"I actually thought it was one of my booty calls," you joke. He doesn't laugh or react, so you turn serious, "I'm your friend, of course, I'll come get you."

Always.

You smile at him, "It actually wasn't a bother. Get some rest, Yoongi." Thinking you ended the conversation, he suddenly confronts you, "You say that but you suddenly cut me off. Why?"

Ah.

Now, you consider if he orchestrated the whole thing. Trying to corner you so he could finally confront you. It wouldn't be out of his character.

You unclasp your hands.

"I didn't cut you off," you lamely defend yourself and hope he lets it go.

Again, this is Yoongi who's calling you out. You can't evade him just like he can't bullshit you. So he holds out.

"Right. So you suddenly dodging my calls and missing weekly hangouts when I'm available to join, is what? Coincidence?" His voice remains calm, but you would miss how it sounds heavier if you hadn't known him for years. Each word is weighed down with pent-up emotion, and now those fueled words hit you like bricks.

"I've gotten busy. Everyone did after graduation." A half lie, half truth.

He shifts a bit closer to you. "You know, even in the dark, I can tell when you're lying, right? I may not see how your eyes get shifty, but your voice has that lilt at the end when you speak. Almost as if you're also trying to make yourself believe in your lie."

You can already feel the onset of a headache from your lack of sleep, but what's more pressing is how your heart dreads being this close to him again, even more so now that you're being called out and you have no excuse. At least nothing good enough to pass Yoongi.

As the minute passes, the silence thickens, and you feel yourself growing even more tired. It could be from the drive, lack of sleep, or that you just fucking had the most mentally-draining shift just hours before that you finally resigned with honesty. Besides, now that you take a glance at his curled-up form beside you, you admit that he, at least, deserves to know why you distanced yourself.

Yoongi has been your best friend for years—the one who made sure to look into your eyes as he encouraged you to take the extra classes because if you thought it would help you secure the job of your dreams, then he believed it would pay off in the end, and you needed to believe that, too.

Yoongi, who held your hand when you went through mental and emotional hurdles. You honestly believe you wouldn't be here now, living and breathing, had it not been for him.

If only the way you looked at him stayed the same, and how his hands felt in yours remained unnoticed, like those days when he held you as you hurled your guts at bar restrooms after chugging down cheap vodka and beers.

If only your affection towards Yoongi didn't root themselves in what you thought was your uninhabitable heart and grow its tendrils over the years of laughing, crying, and sharing even the most mundane moments with him.

And so you will be honest, but you don't know where to start other than offering an apology.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi. I fucked up," tears brim your eyes but you look at him. You let your repressed emotions out and they're coming out all at once that you're overwhelmed. But you need him to know

Yoongi doesn't respond but motions for you to continue. It's his turn to take your cold hand in his and warms it between his. And it is during this delicate moment that you let it out, "I seem to have fallen in love with you."

How cliche, you rebuke yourself.

You hear him let out a sigh. Out of relief or disappointment, you're unsure.

You shift your eyes to the window behind him and get a glimpse of the rising sun. The aura of the rising sun breaking the dark blue night sky.

You don't know how many seconds, minutes passed. Yoongi remains silent.

Oh god. Surely this can't be a good thing.

You should leave now. You pry your hands away, but before you could even leave the bed, Yoongi finally breaks his silence,

"Then I fucked up, too."

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>> Read Lights Out, Words Spill

Scent of Seduction᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Summary: Halsin finds himself captivated by Tav, the feeling is mutual, of course. Their journey is full of danger and desire. Despite Halsin's internal struggle between primal instincts and duty, their mutual attraction intensifies. When Tav is in heat, their passion ignites... and well... let's just say things get steamy.

smut with (a little bit of) fluff?

Word count: 2,900

Tags: alpha/omega dynamics, heat, knotting, breeding, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: today my demons won. sorry guys, but I was thinking about it for the longesttttt time 

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

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The first time Halsin saw you, he was in his bear form. Held captive in the dark cellar, surrounded by goblins; such lowly creatures. He was helpless and angry, but then he caught a scent of something, or rather someone's scent. Someone who surely didn’t belong there, and that person was you. His ears perked up, intrigued. His muzzle watered a little, your scent being so delicious. But he didn’t want to eat you, of course. His hunger was of a different kind, you see.

At the camp, Halsin could sense you. He felt it in his flesh when you weren’t near. His mind and body grew restless, but it wasn’t only that. When he saw you talking to Wyll or Gale, laughing with them and sharing stories, he felt those sudden pangs of something he hadn’t felt for the longest time; jealousy. He was far too old for that, or so he thought. His heart wasn’t one to stir easily, but with you...it was different. He clenched his jaw unconsciously at the thought of you being with other males. He couldn’t stand this, but he shook his head, ignoring the feeling for now, as he had different matters to attend to.

Yet, his eyes followed you with longing each time you were close.

During the Tiefling Party, it took all the strength he had to reject your rather obvious seductions. You were absolutely sweet, your cheeks flushed from wine, your eyes sparkly and playful. It was a delight to see you so happy and carefree, the hero of the night, the center of attention. You were shining, and despite having so many people to choose from, your eyes found his. Halsin's chest swelled with pride at the thought, but he had to remain composed. That's why he didn’t drink that night; a calculated move on his part, as he feared he might say something he shouldn't have. Halsin already knew he had a certain weakness towards you, and alcohol would only fuel that. In no time, he would confess his feelings for you, saying you were made for each other, that his body and soul yearned for you. He would say he wanted to protect you and love you for eternity, and when he told you that you laughed, thinking he was exaggerating, but he wasn't. It was the truth and his words towards you would be sincere. Then, if he really got carried away and his alpha brain would win over him, he would not let you go until he marked you and pushed his semen deep into your womb. Continuously.

And he knew you for only a few hours at least, and you had a world to save, and he had his duties, and you deserved more than that—you deserved to be courted, to be worshipped. Yet, when he told you to enjoy the night with someone else, deep inside he hoped you wouldn’t.

The thought of you with someone else boiled his veins with anger, but what choice did he have? As he thought about it now, he realised he would act differently that night. He would take your hands in his, kiss them gently and ask you to wait for him, but then, it was different. Maybe he was scared? Maybe he wanted to play it cool, not used to having such abrupt feelings towards someone?

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Halsin wakes up in the middle of the night, sensing your absence. With a sense of urgency, he stands up and follows your scent. You're not in your usual spot. He finds you at the lake, bathed in moonlight, your naked form illuminated against the dark water. Your slender back, cascading hair, and the gentle curve of your hips beneath the water's surface captivate him. You look divine, a sight to behold. However, Halsin quickly averts his gaze, feeling it's inappropriate to observe you in such a vulnerable state. Returning to his tent, he finds his body betraying him, his arousal evident in the half-hardness of his dick.

Oh, how he longs to draw nearer to you, grasp your waist from behind and draw you closer to his body, making you feel his growing arousal pressing against you. Showing you how much he wants you, how much he needs you. He would groan to your ear, bite your neck and take you here and there, as nature intended. But you are not his to claim, he reminds himself sternly, over and over again, resisting the urge to succumb to his primal instincts.

But that was about to change when you left the Shadow-Cursed Lands. He was finally free from responsibilities, finally free to follow his heart's desires, and you quickly noticed this sudden transformation of his. As you traveled together, Halsin seemed drawn to your side, even unconsciously. He sought to protect you from any danger, always ready to lend a hand when needed. You noticed him finding excuses to be near you, to touch you, to engage in conversation. His gaze lingered on you, his presence felt even when he walked behind you. During campfires, he sat close, his body language open and inviting, his thigh brushing yours. Though he laughed and talked with others, his eyes always found their way back to you, his attention unwavering when you spoke. It made you feel shy, this whole-hearted attention Halsin gave you, but undeniably it made you feel appreciated.

Yet, you couldn't shake the memories of your early encounters. After he helped you battling those goblins, covered in blood and exuding raw power, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He appeared strong and imposing, igniting something within you. But when you approached him with openness and willingness at the Tiefling Party, he rejected you, leaving you feeling foolish. You had hoped for mutual feelings or at least some acknowledgment, but for most of your journey, he offered only polite smiles and lukewarm courtesy. Why the sudden change now?

Don’t get me wrong, you basked in the glory of his attention, relishing in those small smiles meant only for you. But amidst the warmth of his gestures, doubts crept into your mind. Weren't you worthy of his notice before? Yet, you quickly brushed aside those thoughts, focusing instead on the present. Halsin cared for you deeply now, ensuring you were fed, rested, and shielded from the sun's harsh rays. He showered you with little gifts; wildflowers plucked from the roadside, stones with intriguing shapes and colours, and delicately carved wooden ducks. There was no mistaking his intentions; Halsin was courting you, with patience and respect. Your heart raced at the thought, eagerly anticipating his next move. You pondered what the future held, though you never could have imagined what was to come.

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You found yourself in heat as soon as you arrived at Baldur's Gate. It was as if your body had finally released the tension accumulated during your harrowing journey through the Shadow-Cursed Lands. After witnessing so much death, roughly cut body parts and darkness, your body sought solace within the safety of the Elfsong Tavern, nestled behind the town walls.

Despite the late hour, neither you nor Halsin slept. Instead, you reveled in each other's company, cuddling on the sofa with the soft glow of the fire casting gentle shadows around you. Halsin held you close, his strong arms enveloping your body, and then he cupped your head, drawing you nearer for what would be your first kiss. As his lips met yours, a haze descended over your mind, and you found yourself yearning for more. You were waiting for so long.

You eagerly shifted positions, settling onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a hunger you couldn't contain. Halsin chuckled softly, his fingers pressing against the sides of your body possessively. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a sudden warmth between your legs as your pants grew damp. Panic surged through you—no, it couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, Halsin, I can't right now," you managed to say as you swiftly freed yourself from Halsin's embrace and fled to your bedroom. You needed space, distance from him until you could gather your thoughts.

His kiss and the sudden rush of emotions triggered your heat, overwhelming you with fear and confusion. You buried your face in your pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to make sense of what was happening.

Morning brought a gentle knock at your door, and you knew it was Halsin. He had been there all night, waiting patiently for you. "My love, let me in," his voice was soft, tinged with concern. When silence greeted his words, he spoke again, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, never," you replied, your heart aching at the thought that he might blame himself. "I just don't feel well," you confessed through tears, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"Whenever it is, I'm confident I can help you, my darling," his words were sincere and full of worry. You were clearly in distress, and he felt he should be at your side, not here, behind these closed doors. "Just let me in," Halsin pleaded, his forehead touching the wooden surface in resignation.

You wished he was here too. When you saw his shadow at the door, your heart ached with longing. You were scared he would think poorly of you, scared of losing control to the heat. You hadn't known each other for long, and perhaps it was too soon for him to see this side of you. But at the same time, you were devastated at the thought of being without him. Unsure of what to do, you began to cry, and when Halsin heard your sobs, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going in!" he declared, his voice resolute as he forced the doors open. As soon as he entered the room, he clasped a hand over his mouth. There you lay on the bed, naked, the room dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through closed curtains. The scent of you filled the air, potent and overwhelming. Halsin thought perhaps you had second thoughts when you kissed for the first time, maybe things had moved too quickly, but he certainly wasn't expecting this. 

His dick twitched. You were in heat, he realised. "Oh, Tav..." You looked so lost and uncomfortable, your body covered in sweat, your eyes watery. All he wanted to do now was to take you in his arms and never let go.

"Halsin, I feel so hot I can't breathe. Touch me, please," you said, your voice laced with need. Halsin was there in the split of a second, responding to your plea without hesitation.

He took you in his arms, placing you on his lap, and you moaned, the sound emanating from deep inside you. As your bodies touched, you couldn't understand why you had pushed him away before, when you kissed for the first time. He felt like he was made for you, and you for him. Thoughts swirled in your mind as he held you close, his hands roaming all over you, his head buried in your neck, sniffing and then licking with long strokes, revealing in your delicious scent.

You began to grind on his thighs, your pent-up arousal needing release. Desperation fuelled your movements. Halsin placed his rough, large hands on your hips, guiding and assisting your grinding motion. In seconds, you reached climax, moaning and gasping. But it wasn't enough. The heat subsided for just a brief moment. Afterwards, you were ready for more. You wanted Halsin deep inside your wet and willing pussy.

You took his hand in yours and guided him to your heated entrance. "I need you here, Halsin," you whispered urgently.

"And you will have me, my love," he assured, his voice thick with desire.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Halsin quickly took off his clothes. And that’s how you saw his dick for the first time. It was huge, but somehow you suspected it will be. He seemed pleasantly heavy. He was already oozing pre-cum and fully erect. Ready for you.

You lay on your back as he returned to the bed, your legs parted, inviting him in. Slick all over your inner thighs and your entrance, guiding the way. He didn’t even need to finger you. You were perfectly ready. Ready as he was. 

Halsin kissed you passionately, causing your body to tremble with the intensity of the sensation. Every ounce of his desire and affection towards you was conveyed in that tender gesture.

"Halsin, please…" you moaned, your hips moving eagerly, your body yearning for more. His arousal at your entrance heightened your senses, driving you to the brink of madness. With a single swift motion, he guided himself inside you, and as he entered, you felt a rush of ecstasy that illuminated your senses like stars in the night sky. A scream of pleasure escaped your lips, echoing in the room, while he grunted softly in your ear, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to maintain control. It was a challenge to remain composed when you felt so incredibly tight and warm around him. The urge to climax threatened to consume him, but he resisted, knowing that this moment was all about you. In this vulnerable state, you entrusted yourself to him, and he vowed to cherish you, to prioritise your pleasure above all else. You were his priority, and he would savour every moment with you. 

As Halsin began to move, his motions were deliberate and measured, each thrust a testament to his desire to please you. One hand caressed your full breast, while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider to accommodate him. The sight of you, so beautiful and lewd, whimpering each time he showed his dick deep inside you, elicited a primal desire within him. Every whimper that escaped your lips drove him further, his arousal building with each thrust. He couldn’t help but look at your exquisite, smooth pussy swallowing him over and over again.

"You are so good to me," Halsin murmured, his voice soft and filled with admiration, as he brushed a sticky strand of hair from your forehead before pressing a tender kiss to your skin.

As Halsin placed his thumb on your clitoris, his touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. With deft circular movements, he quickened his pace, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. In response, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his muscles against yours, yearning for the weight of his body upon you.

His hard, deliberate strokes combined with the stimulation of your clitoris pushed you over the edge once more, eliciting another powerful climax. "Yes, yes, yes," you repeated, the words tumbling from your lips as your back arched and your inner muscles clenched in pleasure.

"Good girl," Halsin praised, his voice filled with satisfaction and pride. So responsive to his touch.

At this point, Halsin felt himself teetering on the edge of control. Sensing his impending release, he quickened his pace even further, his movements growing more urgent as his knot began to form. With each thrust, his desire to breed you, to fill you with his seed, consumed his thoughts entirely. He wanted nothing more than to hear you scream in pleasure beneath him.

As his movements became more erratic, more sloppy, he whispered urgently against your neck, "I need you to come for me one more time," his voice strained with desire. The sound of his groans mingled with yours, creating a symphony of pleasure as his flesh moved against yours in a passionate rhythm. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of utter pleasure being in his arms, being taken by him, feeling his knot pressing against your entrance.

As his knot fully formed, Halsin pushed it into you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of you. With three final, powerful thrusts, he released himself inside you, his loud moans reverberating through the room. In response, you screamed in ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as you reached your third climax.

You took his knot so well, and he felt an intense rush of satisfaction as he emptied himself deep inside you. His dick, engorged and throbbing, remained buried in your tight, eager pussy, his knot ensuring that his seed would stay where it belonged. In that moment of shared bliss, you both relished the sensation of being joined so intimately, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

With Halsin lying on top of you, his weight pressing down on your smaller frame, you felt a sense of pure bliss wash over you. His presence enveloped you, providing a comforting sense of security. As he remained inside you, filling you completely, you relished the sensation of being pleasantly stretched by his size.

You never wanted him to leave your pussy, not even for a moment. The thought of his knot disappearing, signalling the end of this intimate connection, made you want to cry. But for now, he was still with you, his body pulsing with each release of his seed. You felt his warmth spreading inside you, filling your belly, and you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed by him.

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Summary: You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze... enjoy

smut with fluff?

Word count: 1,900

Tags: p in v, smut (shameless), fluff and lots of wet flesh :))

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: oh, halsin what did you do with me?

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze. His eyes steady and intense, following your every move with a kind of quiet curiosity that made you shy. He saw your body before, you felt his eyes on you countless times, still you couldn’t stop the feeling that was growing inside your belly.

It had been a long day for you both. So when Halsin suggested visiting a secluded bathhouse in the inner city, you eagerly agreed. It was so long since it was only you and him. Being somewhere nice, relaxing and spending time together like normal people do.  

The bustling streets of Baldur's Gate seemed to blur around you as you and Halsin went through city's winding pathways, your hands entwined. Each step felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been lifted just by his presence. The sounds of the city—merchants calling, carts creaking, and people chattering—faded into the background. All that mattered was this moment, just the two of you, walking side by side.

As you paused, Halsin turned to you with a warm smile, his grip on your hand gentle yet firm. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him softly, his lips warm and tender against yours. There was no rush, no urgency—just a shared moment that seemed to stretch on forever. When you pulled away, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the joy of just being with each other. You felt so young and carefree, happy. 

In love. 

The bathhouse was as grand, but cozy. White stone gleamed in the dim evening light, and intricate marble sculptures of water nymphs and mermaids adorned the walls. High ceilings and lush greenery created an atmosphere of relaxation quiet luxury. The scent of rose petals and aromatic oils filled the air as steam rose from the various pools.

You rented a private room with a bath as large as a small pool. The water was hot, steam rising and swirling in the dimly lit room. The scent of herbs and roses filled the air. As you stepped into the area, you saw Halsin already there, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He leaned back in the bathtub, his large arms spread out at the edges, his muscles taut and defined, veins visible on his forearms. His head was tilted back, eyes closed in quiet relaxation. He looked divine. 

When you entered, Halsin's eyes opened, he looked at you and smiled warmly. The moment your eyes met his, your poor heart skipped a beat. He looked so effortlessly handsome, the soft light accentuating his strong features. His smile was inviting, promising. All you wanted was to melt in his body and turn into nothing, just for a moment. 

You let your towel drop to the floor, the sound barely a whisper over the bubbling water. You took a deep breath and slid into the bath, feeling the heat swallowing you. You slowly moved to sit beside Halsin, your head leaning on his broad arm. His hand found yours, your fingers intertwining, grounding you in his gentle touch.  You closed your eyes, enjoying simple closeness of his body. For a long time both of you didn’t say a word, you didn’t have to. 

Then Halsin broke the silence, his voice low and soothing. “You know,” he said, tracing gentle circles on the back of your hands. "I don't think I told you today how beautiful you are. I could spend an eternity just looking at you.”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips, your chest feeling light. “You’re always so poetic,” you teased, giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder. 

Halsin chuckled quietly, his voice a low rumble. “Maybe it’s because you inspire me,” he replied. His hand traveling to your nape. "Being with you feels like coming home, and it's a feeling I never want to lose,” he added after a moment, his words barely above the whisper. 

Something in his voice as he uttered those words, made your heart swell. You kissed his shoulder again, then his collarbone, feeling his body tense a little under your touch. You couldn’t see it now, but Halsin’s gaze darkened slightly, his gaze focused on you, tracing the lines of your lovely body. 

His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “Can I kiss you?” He asked his voice laced with anticipation

“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied with a playful wink.

So he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The initial contact was gentle, almost hesitant, but as your lips moved in sync, the heat between you grew. You felt the warmth of the water envelope you both, amplifying the sensation of his hands on your skin, tracing delicate patterns along your back. Your fingers explored the broad expanse of his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his skin.

You shifted to straddle his lap, bringing your bodies closer, your chests pressed together. Halsin's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. It felt so good you gasped. Then Halsin pulled back just slightly, his breath warm against your lips. 

"Can I kiss you again?" he teased with a smile and you nodded. The kiss deepened, his mouth pressing firmly against yours. It was like he was trying to drink in your essence, his lips capturing every sigh and moan that escaped you. The rhythm of the kiss quickened, each touch more electrifying than the last. His tongue teased yours, and the heat grew almost unbearable. 

His hands wandered, tracing the line of your spine before settling on your hips, guiding you into a slow, rhythmic motion. 

The heat of the bathhouse combined with Halsin's embrace made your head spin. The steam seemed to grow thicker, filling the air with a humid intensity that left you feeling lightheaded. The sensation of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body sent waves of warmth coursing through you, and you found yourself melting into him.

Your hips began to move with a subtle rhythm, a slow, instinctive sway that spoke to the need building within you. You could feel Halsin's arousal, his stiffening length pressing against your belly, the hard tip nudging your skin. It made your heart race and your pulse quicken. The growing tension between your legs was of a desperate need of more friction,  tightening with each passing moment.

You could feel Halsin's breaths growing heavier as he pulled you even closer, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone. Every touch, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent sparks of desire racing through you. You couldn't help but press yourself closer, the need for him almost too much to bear.

Breathless and flushed from the heat, Halsin brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your forehead with adoration written on his face. His eyes held a silent question and you answered without a word, your hand sliding down to touch his hardening shaft.  Your lips yet again closing in a kiss. A low groan escaped him, the sound resonating with desire.

But then you moved away, leaving him aching with the sudden loss of your touch. Halsin's eyes followed you with renewed intensity as you leaned over the edge of the bathtub, presenting your back and curving your hips invitingly. Tonight you wanted to be fucked rough.

Halsin didn't hesitate. His hands gripped your hips, strong yet gentle, pulling you back toward him. He kissed your shoulders, his lips trailing down your spine, pressing against each vertebra with reverence. As he reached your nape, he nipped it gently, the sensation sending shivers through you.

Then Halsin's grip tightened, his body aligning with yours, and you could feel the heat of him against you, his hardness pressing insistently at your entrance. With a deep breath, you relaxed into his touch, feeling the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth of his body.

As Halsin pressed into you, his hard length entered smoothly, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he stretched you sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His groan in your ear was primal, animalistic, and you couldn't help but respond with your own moan, each sound feeding the other's desire, your loud breaths echoing through the walls. 

His hands tightened their grip on your hips, and he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, his hips slamming against yours with a force that made the water splash around you. Halsin's pace grew more urgent with each passing moment, his movements raw and unrestrained. 

You arched your back, pushing into him, welcoming the intensity, craving the roughness. Each thrust sent a jolt of ecstasy through you, and you could feel the tension building, coiling in your core. Halsin's breath was hot against your skin, his moans growing louder as he found his rhythm, each stroke deeper and more determined than the last.

It didn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to pull you under, each thrust bringing you closer to your peak. Your legs grew weak from the relentless intensity, your inner walls clenching tightly around Halsin's hard length, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. His eyes shut tight, the sensation almost too much to bear. You told him you were close, and he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you firmly against his chest. Your hands no longer leaned against the edge of the bathhouse tub; instead, you knelt on your knees, completely at his mercy, leaning   your back on his chest.

With one hand, Halsin cupped your face, gently turning you toward him to capture your lips in a kiss, his tongue tasting your moans as he pressed his other hand to your belly, feeling each of his movements deep inside. It was intense, almost suffocating, but in the most delicious way. 

You came hard, your body convulsing around him, the intensity of your orgasm making you cry out into his mouth. Halsin's pace became more erratic, his thrusts growing sloppy, and you could feel the warmth building deep within you as he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum filled you, the pressure of his release making you both gasp with satisfaction. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as you both caught your breath, the intensity giving way to a comforting stillness. The bathhouse grew quiet again, save for the gentle splashes of water and the sounds of your breathing, slowly calming as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through your bodies.

As you both left the bathhouse, your bodies felt relaxed and warm, the heat from the bath still lingering on your skin. The night summer breeze was a refreshing balm, soothing your heated bodies as you stepped out into the cool air. It felt like a gentle caress after the intensity of the bath, and you welcomed it with a contented sigh.

Halsin's hand found yours, his fingers interlacing with yours, and you walked slowly through the quiet streets. 

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summary: you’ve been working entirely too much. Too much that your boyfriend’s have noticed and decided to treat you to something nicely.

word count: 3.7k

“Y/n, are you almost done with your break? We need you to file these papers before the doctor comes back.”

Slumping into your chair, you dropped your fork and looked at the new hire in training. You hadn’t been sitting for more than five minutes and they were already calling you to do something else. I guess that comes with a high position and knowledge about the job.

“I still have time for my break, I can get to it once I’m done here. What time does he need it done by?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“He kinda needs it in 20 minutes. The client needs a follow up appointment for the next 4 months and they also need a plan of care for home as well.”

Dropping your phone to look at the woman, you clearly thought she had lost her mind but you knew that it wasn’t her fault, she doesn’t know how to do any of that just yet but there are plenty of people that care completely able to do this task.

But there’s no need to argue with her about it, she clearly needs this done, the client needs this done and if you don’t do it then it won’t get done. Placing your phone back into your pocket, you got back up, taking the files, and heading back to your desk to complete the files.

This has been an everyday thing. You’re all for helping people when they need it but you aren’t about doing the work for people while they aren’t doing anything to help themselves. Luckily, this wouldn’t take you any time to finish up.

Once you finish the recommended paperwork you head back to the break room to finish out your break. You sat back down and began your break once again.

The day carried on like it usually did, you running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. By the time you got home, you didn’t even greet your boyfriends nor did you even say a word. You just dropped your keys and your bag on the table and went straight to bed.

This carried on for the next few days, Jungkook and Jimin were slowly losing their patience with both you and your job.

“Does she not see us anymore?” Jungkook asked, watching you walk into the room, closing the door behind you. Jimin was appalled.

“I guess she doesn't,” Jimin said, tapping his fingers on the table, waiting to see if you were going to come out and at least tell them why you had been ignoring them for the past few days. Nothing. You just peeled your clothes off of your body and hopped into the shower. The hot steamy shower melted the stress of the previous hours away and you were in your own zone.

The next morning, you woke up to a clingy Jimin and Jungkook. Slightly sad that you had to leave them, you peeled them off of you and went to the bathroom to get ready for work. Jungkook and Jimin popped up as soon as you closed the door.

“Hyung, what the fuck.” Jungkook said looking over to the older, “it’s been a week”

“I know, I know I’m going to talk to her.” Jimin said, throwing the covers off of him and marched to the bathroom. You were already done with your shower and were putting on the rest of your clothes. Jimin stood in front of you with his arms crossed and his head tilted, watching you still not acknowledge that he was standing right in front of you.

“Oh Good Morning baby. Why are you up?”

You didn’t mean to ignore anyone but you were tired and really didn’t feel like doing anything, you wanted to get your energy back so you can do it all over again the next day. During the week, you had a one track mind, nothing else mattered.

Admittedly, you knew that wasn’t fair to Jimin or Jungkook but there wasn’t much that you could do. You couldn’t find a way to balance your work and your relationship. That wasn’t an excuse not to fix things but there was nothing you could do.

“I was just wondering why my girlfriend has been ignoring us lately.” Jimin said with a straight face. He was clearly upset which you hated but there was nothing that you could do. You needed to be at work in less than 30 minutes and now was not the time to have this conversation.

“I’m sorry Min but I have to get going soon” you said looking over at him then back at your hair, but he didn’t budge.

“We will talk about it now, I feel like I haven’t been spending enough time with you, I feel like I’m losing you.” Jimin explained but you weren’t really giving it much thought. Sighing, you grabbed your lotion and headed out of the bathroom.

“Min, you shouldn’t feel that way. I know since the promotion we haven’t been spending as much time together as we did before but I can’t help that right now. I have to do what I have to do” You said sitting on the bed, packing your purse in a hurry. That’s when Jungkook sat up and looked over at you both.

“I understand that, you of all people should know that we understand that one hundred percent but you should also know how it feels to feel like you’re being ignored.” Jimin said sternly, different from his usually sweet tone. He was obviously serious but you were too.

“I do understand. Trust me if it wasn’t for you two working so much I wouldn’t have taken the promotion honestly.” You said. Jungkook frowned

“What did that have to do with anything he’s saying?”

“I’m just saying, I took on the extra hours because you guys are usually gone a lot. I took the promotion because I knew it would keep me busy while you guys were away. I didn’t think you guys would randomly get two months of free time around the same time I took on the extra hours. That’s not my fault. “

“So you’re saying it’s ours?”

“No, that's not what I’m saying. It isn’t really anyone’s fault. It’s just how the cookie crumbled. Now I really have to go. I need to be on time. We’ll talk tonight”

You gave them both a kiss and headed out the door despite their protesting leaving both men more frustrated.

“We took the months off because she was complaining that we hardly spent time together, now we have all the time in the world and she’s busy.” Jungkook spat out of frustration. Jimin agreed

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For the weeks to come, you and Jimin were always bumping heads about the time you didn’t have for one another. Everytime you were off, they were working and when they were off, you were working. You guys were missing each other at every corner which only made the arguments happen more when you guys were all together.

“Can we just watch the movie? I don’t want to spend the only time I have with Noona arguing.”

“I would love to but Jimin keeps bickering about my job.” You said, rolling your eyes and settling in Jungkook’s lap.

“I wouldn’t have to bicker if you’d just leave the job. You don’t need it” Jimin said, looking at his phone. “Besides, we’re taking care of you like we said we were and you always complain about how the job was too stressful anyways.”

“I would rather be stressed out and get paid for it than to be stressed out for free” You mumbled to which both men snapped their neck towards your direction.

“Who stresses you out Noona?” Jungkook asked. “I don’t even do anything but work”

“Neither do I. What could possibly stress you out when it comes to us” Jimin asked, giving you his full attention.

“This is stressful. This right here. You’re arguing with me about something that can’t be helped instead of enjoying the time we have together like kook suggested. Every time we’re together now, we’re going at it like cats and dogs” you explained but Jimin wasn’t having any of that.

“You do realize that we’re only fighting because each time I try to bring up the fact that your job is tearing us apart you get defensive?”

“And your job didn’t?” Jimin scoffed.

“It was hard at first I admit but we worked it out. We had a system that was working. Whatever the hell your doing isn’t working”

Jungkook had enough. He was tired of hearing the fighting over something that could be fixed and her personally found stupid. He slightly pushed you off of his lap and stood to his feet, putting on his jacket.

“K-koo where are you going?”

“Don’t leave”

“I need to. I don’t want to hear it any longer. You both are right in your own ways but neither one of you is even trying to understand the other. I get it. You both feel deprived of one another. But instead of spending every fucking moment fighting, just fuck it out of one another already.” Jungkook said before walking out the door. Both you and Jimin knew he was right but neither one of you were willing to set aside your pride and admit you both were wrong.

Instead of working things out like Jungkook suggested, you went to follow Jungkook who was already at his car once you caught up with him.

Pulling him by his shirt , you stopped him in his tracks. Once his eyes met yours, they softened. “Yes baby?”

“I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“For arguing so much. We really shouldn’t be” You admitted,

“I should be used to it by now. You guys were always the ones to fight about everything, but I guess this time it got to me. It’s getting a little too serious about something that we’ve fixed before.”

“You’re right. I guess it’s mainly my fault. By now we both would have let it go but I guess now it’s different.”

“It’s only different because you’ve devoted so much of your time to your job. You stopped noticing us long before we went back to work.” You frowned and looked at Jungkook. “That’s not true”

“But it is,” Jungkook started. He opened his car door for you to get in. “Let’s take a drive Princess”

Knowing what that meant you didn’t even try to fight him on it, you just got into the car and put your seatbelt on. Your eyes watched Jungkook as he walked in front of his car and got in on the driver's side. His left hand rested on the steering wheel while his right started the car and rested on the gear shift. One of Jungkook’s ways of getting you both to calm down is leaving Jimin alone for a minute so he could think and take you on a long drive. Sometimes you would talk on this drive while other times you wouldn’t but this time, you knew you were going to get a long talk.

“Princess, do you know why exactly Hyung is mad, besides what he’s telling you?” Jungkook asked, shifting his hand to your thigh, rubbing it gently. You took a second to think before shaking your head.

“Not really, I thought he was upset because he hated the fact that I had a job.”

Jungkook chuckled. “No, baby that’s not even close,” He started. “He, as well as myself, were very proud of you when you got the job and we were even more happier when you got the raise. He didn’t care that you got a job, it was the fact that you’ve been super stressed out lately.” He continued on.

“He saw how tired and drained you were when you would come home. Before, you would at least have dinner with us or at least watch a movie or have the movie watch us. But lately this job has seemed to have taken a toll on you and your mental health. That’s the part neither one of us likes. You took on many tasks from your work and brought it home with you without realising it. You went from spending time with us even just for a little while to not at all.”

“If I’m being honest, Princess. It was me that was upset about the whole situation. I was the one that thought you should leave the job. I guess I planted that seed. Jimin just wanted you to find the balance for it all. We were both hoping you’d find it on your own so it didn’t feel like we weren’t there for you, but I see that maybe we should have helped you out” He finished.

Listening to his words you felt foolish to think Jimin was upset that you had found work for yourself, but you were relieved to know that he was just worried about your well being and not just being an asshole.

For the rest of the night, you decided to go with Jungkook to his old apartment to allow everyone to calm down. Hoping that the nest time you all were off you could talk to Jimin and fix things between you three.

Walking into your shared home, you did the same thing you always did. You walked inside, kicking your shoes off at the door and leaving your bag on the side to repack when you woke up in the morning. You looked around for Jungkook and Jimin to greet you like they always did or tried to, but they were nowhere to be found. That was a little weird since they both said that they’ll be home today before you got off of work. You walked into your room to find Jimin was already sleeping and Jungkook was playing a game on the computer.

“I’m home” You said softly. Jungkook waved you off since he was in the middle of a game, while Jimin mumbled a hello after turning over.

“How was your day?” Jimin whispered. “Was it any better?”

“It was like it usually is, just a bit more to do. I’ll probably take a shower and head to bed.” You said to which Jimin nodded.

“Why don’t you go do that? We can talk in the morning, okay?” Jimin said, closing his eyes while Jungkook nodded in agreement.

You nodded and kissed both of their heads. “I’d like that.” They hummed in response leaving you to go and take a shower.

You grabbed your clothes from the drawer. Jungkook stopped you.

“You won’t be needing those tonight Princess” Jungkook started, “It’s supposed to be really hot tonight.”

You hummed and placed them back into your drawer. Not questioning anything more, you headed to the bathroom. The moment you stepped inside, you felt the steam and the soft sweet floral scent of your favorite soap. The Tub was surrounded by candles and rose petals, three wine glasses were set to the side by your favorite brand of white wine. Soft music was playing and if you listened closely you could hear Jungkook’s and Jimin’s voices harmonizing beautifully in the background of the soft instrumental. A smile fell on your face as you took everything in.

Shortly after you heard the door close and felt a pair of arms slip around your waist. Jimin held you from behind as Jungkook stood in front of you with the biggest smile on his face.

“What’s this for?” You blushed, avoiding eye contact with both men. “You’ve been working hard Princess..”

“Too hard if you ask me,” Jimin added. “So we’ve decided to treat you to something special tonight.”

“We want you to relax and forget about work for tonight” Jungkook smiled softly, stepping forward towards you to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. A moment later as you were kissing Jungkook, you felt Jimin’s lips sweetly outline the side of your neck and down to your shoulders.

“But w-what about”

“Don’t worry about work in the morning, by the time we’re done with you,” Jimin started “You won’t even be thinking about work”

“You probably won’t even have the strength to go to work”

They led you to the tub and got inside, helping you inside after they helped you out of your clothes. Jimin sat in front of you while Jungkook sat behind you. Your legs were sprawled out on top of jimin’s while you sat on Jungkook’s lap with your back to his chest.

You guys sat there for hours, talking, joking, just being in another's presence. Jungkook would often grow quiet as you and Jimin would talk but it wasn’t because he felt that he was being excluded, he took that time to kiss your shoulders or rub your back gently. Jimin was fully engaged with anything you had to say while he rubbed your thighs and massaged your legs. After awhile you guys weren’t talking anymore, both men’s actions began to get slower and sensual.

Jungkook’s kisses were sloppy against your neck but loving as his hands ran across your body, cupping your breast into his hands, massaging them lightly while Jimin continued to massage your legs. His hands crept up to your thighs and rested there while his thumb ran across your clit, making small circles against it. Their touches were so soft and gentle. You laid your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder as moans left your lips from them both pleasuring you in different ways.

Your breathing picked up as Jimin’s finger began to gently penetrate your folds, “F-Fuck” you whispered arching your back the moment he did so causing Jungkook to hold you back down against him. His thumb circled your clit along with Jimin’s, making your eyes flutter open in pleasure before another moan left your lips once more.

“F-Fuck M-Min Shit.” You cooed. Both men were happy to hear the very thing the missed the most, you losing your shit. You groaned trying to focus your gaze on both of them but the only thing you could focus on was them fingering your slutty cunt.

They were excited to finally see you squirm again. To finally be able to touch and pleasure you once again. Both of their fingers pumped into you lewd noises flowed from your mouth for them, praising him to keep going, only encouraging him more telling them how much you missed them too.

“Don’t tell me, our princess is so sensitive already? Jungkook teased. You looked up at him before shooting your eyes right back to Jimin who had lifted your bottom half up slightly and locked his mouth against your mound, slurping away for his pleasure. You lifted your hands to grab onto Jimin’s hair when Jungkook grabbed your hand and held them against you.

“Relax Princess, let him work baby” Jungkook smirked as he lifted your face to his, giving you a sweet kiss as you moaned into his mouth. Jimin’s tongue was twisting and turning while his fingers continued to pump in and out of you without any sign of letting up.

Jimin’s moan was muffled as his tongue danced with your clit. Jungkook slowly started moving into you, as the kiss became deeper and deeper.

While Jimin continued to work on your clit, Jungkook fucked your mind. He whispered everything dirty into your ears, taking pleasure in watching you squirm into him.

“I can’t wait to fuck you Noona, it’s been too long since I’ve heard your sweet cries for more”

“You been making me wait for months baby, I just might lose myself tonight”

Jungkook continued to whisper in your ears as Jimin gave you one last long lick before hovering over you to kiss your lips. “Princess, I hope you still don’t think you’ll actually be able to go to work when we’re done.” He chuckled sneakily

“You’re gonna be in for the ride of your fucking life.”

The next thing you knew, Jungkook lifted you up and sat you directly onto his member, leaving Jimin to also settle in between your legs and push his own member past your folds. A sharp gasp left your lips as the air was completely sucked out of you.

Jimin sent slow sensual strokes to your pussy while Jungkook slowly rotated your hips as he pumped his member into your heat. The pleasure was almost too much for you to handle and hearing their grunts and groans damn near was enough to make your cum on the spot.

“Listen to how pretty you sound for us baby?” Jimin whispered against your lips.

“Hyung, do you see how beautiful she is, taking us so perfectly” Jungkook whispered as he thrusted his member into you, drawing a long whine from your lips.

“A truly breathtaking scene”

Their thrusts were slow and yet powerful, intimate but rough. It was driving you insane with how in sync they were with one another. The slow strokes drove you mad but the teasing was purely unbearable. Jmin’s mouth latched onto your nipple sucking it while Jungkook played with the other. Your body was just craving your men.

The water was splashing aggressively while Jimin and Jungkook pleasured your body, giving you the much desired loving you were deprived of for weeks.

“I think o-our pretty princess missed us” Jimin huffed through his own grunts, bucking his hips into your heat looking in your eyes. Jungkook groaned, too distracted by how good you felt wrapped around his member.

“I think she did. She should know better than to think she could go without us ripping her apart huh Princess?”

“I-I wasn’t trying on purpose. I-I’m sorry” you moaned, scratching JImin’s back slightly.

“Don’t worry baby girl…”

“You’re gonna be out of commission for the next 9 months” Jimin grinned as they both spent the rest of the night taking turns, filling you repeatedly

Acquired Love||

Acquired Love || introduction

⟢ Fic Pairing: Jungkook x Female OC, Hoseok x Female OC, Yoongi x Female OC

⟢ Current WC: 3.2k

⟢ Genres: fluff, angst, smut, exs, best friend, lovers, new flings.

⟢ Warnings: asshole but sweet ex/baby daddy that’s still very much in love with you, best friend that’s very much in love with you, and new fling that’s….very much in love with you. Separated parents (Jungkook and fem oc/reader), some fighting & harsh words, toxic relationships.

⟢ summary : You and Jungkook welcome a beautiful baby girl into the world shorty after you call things off. You both clearly moved on but there’s still something that brings you back to one another. Your best friend, Yoongi has decided to make up where Jungkook lacked when it came your daughter by being your baby sitter when you need him. Shortly after you start seeing Hoseok but your still wrapped up with Jungkook and now Yoongi is starting to act weird..

What does a girl do?

“Come on, I’m going to be late” you whisper to yourself as you frantically knock on your ex’s door repeatedly while managing to keep a hold of your daughter’s bag as well as her small body clung to your side. 

She looked at you with big doe eyes like her daddy used to and you hated to admit that it always warms your heart, but it did. The same eyes that made you fall into a childish love. 

“Daddy is going to make mommy late” you giggle as you slightly wiped her little drool with her bib. 

You broke things off with Jungkook before you had your sweet girl and this was one, of many reasons, why you did. 

At the worst times, he would be so unreliable. You found yourself blowing Jungkook’s phone up one night while you were pregnant. It was a false alarm but you felt that you were going into labor from all the Braxton hicks that you’ve mistaken for contractions. 

He was out with his friends for the night but he promised to keep his phone on and close to him. Just in case since you were nervous and coming so close to the end of your term. You weren’t together but he still wanted to be active when it comes to your pregnancy. 

He never came that night but he called you the next morning which you gave him a stern yelling to. 

Anyways. 

Before you could lift your hand again to knock, the door opened abruptly and you saw a foreign woman standing in what you presumed to be Jungkook’s dress shirt. 

The woman didn’t even greet you—but she did your daughter. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing—ahh! Kookie, your sister or something is here!” She said turning to yell in the void before reaching out for your child to which she pressed back into you. 

“She’s not too friendly to strangers—“ you said as you walked into Jungkook’s home, catching him rushing down the stairs and throwing his shirt on before catching eyes with you. 

“Shit it’s my week huh?” He said planting his feet in front of yours with that small smirk that turned into a full-blown smile when his eyes set on his baby girl. “Hi, my pretty princess” he cooed. 

“Kookie, your sister  or something is here” you mocked softly handing your daughter off to her father “I’m tired of being your sister” 

“You were tired of being my girlfriend too—thought you wanted something new” he smirked, nodding for you to follow him to the little princess’s room which you did. 

“Ha ha, very funny Jeon.” You said setting down her belongings 

“I’m just kidding, she knows who you are. I don’t know why she said that. Nevertheless, you’ll never see her again” Jungkook said truthfully. 

That’s one thing you did appreciate. Although you guys had a hard time seeing eye to eye while you were together, he still wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you and you would do the same for him. 

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much? Having her around our daughter and then poof she’s gone?” You crossed your arms. 

“Would you rather she stayed?” He turned to you, holding Aera close to him as she watched her daddy lovingly. 

His eyes searched yours, looking for a bit of hope that you missed him or you were jealous, just something. 

“No, I just don’t want so many new people in her life that’s all.” You said, turning your attention to Aera, smiling brightly as you kissed her little hands that reached for you. 

“Mommy has to go now, I’ll be back on Sunday. On time” you said shooting your eyes to Jungkook and then back at your daughter, giving her a little kiss on the cheek. 

You turned to head to the door before Jungkook cleared his throat. You turned to him with your hand on your hip. 

“What?”

“What about daddy?” 

“What about daddy?” Emphasizing the question this time. 

“Daddy wants kisses”  

“Daddy has a girlfriend that’s downstairs waiting for him” you spat jokingly. 

“But daddy wants mommy’s kisses.” He said, emphasizing the ’mommy’

You chuckled and kissed Jungkook’s cheek. He hummed happily. 

“Thank you, baby, I’ll see you on Sunday. Why don’t you come by early? Seokjin is cooking and the guys miss you” 

“I bet they do” you chuckled. 

Jungkook watched you head to the door for a second time before he jogged down behind you making your daughter giggle along the way. 

“Hey—yn!” You turned and looked at your stunning baby daddy run after you. “Yes?”

“Are you—are you like seeing… anyone?” He asked, making you laugh. 

“If you're asking about the date with Hobi? You have nothing to worry about.” You smiled. 

“Did he hurt you? I can say something—“ 

“No, he’s perfect. The guy of my dreams. It’s just a little weird for me to date one of your friends.” 

Jungkook was relieved. 

“Okay good—“

“Good?? So you can date whoever and I can’t?” 

“No I’m not saying that—“ 

You chuckled “I have to go to work, have a good day. I love you. Aera” you smiled, kissing her little cheeks before leaving. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Good morning, Yn.” Yoongi said, poking his head into your office. You smiled and waved him in. 

“Good morning, Min.” You watched as he entered your office with some breakfast “min you—“

“I know you didn’t eat anything yet and I also know—pretty positive, you weren’t going to until tonight” he said, setting the bag down, alongside two coffees. “Both of us need to work on that” 

Yoongi was always so thoughtful of you as you were him—which also caused a drift in your relationship with Jungkook. 

He was always around and he always looked after you. Jungkook didn’t mind it at first but then he felt Yoongi was too close to you. It only got worse while you were pregnant. 

“Yn does he really have to be here while you’re giving birth to MY child?” 

“He wants to be and it’ll make me feel better.” 

“Having me there isn’t enough? Noted” 

“No Baby—not its not like that—Jungkook!”

Yoongi was not too fond of Jungkook after that. He felt he was being too sensitive while you were also too sensitive. Jungkook felt you were slowly falling for Yoongi although you never showed any signs of the sort. 

Yoongi just had a way of calming you before you did big things. Like for the time you got your nipple piercing- yeah—maybe you should have brought your boyfriend instead of your best friend, but you and Jungkook weren’t talking and Yoongi talked you into doing it after hearing your rant and rave about all the cute nipple rings.

So maybe you could see why Jungkook is jealous or even upset. 

Another man saw his girl’s boobs. Pierced at that. Before he got to see them—yeah he had every right to be pissed. 

You didn’t see anything wrong with it at the time since you and Jungkook weren’t on talking terms at the moment and he was talking to other girls but you apologized and told him you wouldn’t let Yoongi see you like that again as long as he dropped all the girls he was talking to which he did with no problem. 

But when you and Yoongi because closer, Jungkook became pettier and only made it worse when he purposely called Yoongi while you were fucking so he could hear you scream his name. 

And it was worse when Yoongi declared himself as daddy number two when it came to Aera. Jungkook was not having that even after you broke up. 

Jungkook was a little—or a lot—well very much childish in your relationship. 

Yoongi didn’t care at first but the more and more he did things the more and more he couldn’t stand him. It got to the point where you no longer went to him to get advice because you knew his opinion would be jaded. 

Yoongi is an old friend that you grew up with. He was your comfort and being around him made you at ease. He was nostalgic and you were never getting rid of him…but you also weren’t getting rid of Jungkook. You tried your hardest to get them to get along but it just never worked. 

So you could only imagine how happy he was when you told him, you and Jungkook broke up. 

“How’s the princess? I haven’t seen her in so long” he said dramatically. 

“You saw her yesterday. You even watched her.”

“That was 24 hours ago, yn. It’s a new day and we won’t see her for a whole week.” Yoongi said again, shaking his head. You giggled. 

“She’ll be back on Sunday, like every other week” 

“Too long” 

The work day was pretty hectic since it was Monday and so much needed to be done the rest of the week was only the same. It’sFriday and you missed your pretty girl. Throughout the day, Jungkook sent you pictures of Aera doing different things. It made you miss your little one. 

My 🌎 : aw , I miss her..

Koo 🫧: we can stop by tonight for a little and have dinner or something. 

My 🌎: I’m okay with that. Should I cook? 

Koo 🫧: duhhhh

You chuckled and stood to your feet to get cleaned up and also figure out what you wanted to cook. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jungkook arrived shortly after and boy did your world stop when you saw Aera. 

“My pretty girl!,” you started as you took her into your arms, kissing her little face before setting eyes on Jungkook—damn did he look good. 

He wore worn Jeans that hugged his thigh and legs amazingly, they had a hole or two which drove you insane. He wore a white short sleeve shirt that displayed his tattoos amazingly as well. Jungkook’s hair was growing quickly, it made your head spin. The eyebrow piercing just did it for you. 

“Why are you dressed like this?” You asked, almost choking on your words when he stepped closer and his Cologne filled your nostrils. 

“Like what?” He asked obviously knowing what you were talking about, as he took his shoes off. 

“Jungkook—“ 

“I look good , don’t I?” He smirked closing your door and walking in, slapping your ass “you look good too in those shorts, baby” 

You already knew what type of night this was going to be. 

Jungkook did not let up the whole night. You thanked God that your daughter was only shy of 7 months old and she wouldn’t even understand what her daddy was saying let alone what he was doing the next room over. 

After you laid little Aera to bed, Jungkook had you sprawled out of the bed with a pillow over your mouth as he ate you out. 

His tongue never missed and he never toyed around. 

You tried your hardest to avoid this moment right here, you know what it does to your head. 

You always end up falling in love with him again. 

You felt a fiery sensation form at the bottom of your stomach and your breathing became quicker, your body quickly searching for an out. 

Ripping the pillow from your lips, you tried your hardest not to scream but barely mumble “I-I’m gonna cum, Jungkook fuck” 

“Cum then, on my tongue” he said, slapping your thigh as he shot his tongue back between your folds and slipping a finger with it, fucking you at intolerable pace. 

Shortly after you chased your high and your breathing slowed, he licked you clean and hovered over you. Giving your lips a few sweet kisses. 

“Why do you do this to me?“ you whisper as he kisses your neck and settles between your legs. 

“Because, I love you and you love me,” he started “we have a baby to prove that” he mumbles. 

His moments were gentle but subtle. His cock slowly fills you up and gives you that sense of release that you crave every time you’re with him. 

Jungkook knew how to fuck. And he knew how to fuck you too. His hips were troubled themselves. The way they would rock and snap, the way your skin connected with his was over the top. 

It made it no better that instead of going home or at the very least, sleeping on the couch, he slept in the bed with you wrapped in his arms and his face hidden in between your neck. 

To make matters worse, he’d wake up before you too. 

Your eyes fluttered up to the delightful smell of breakfast and the sweet sounds of your baby girl. Grabbing the nearest thing next to you, which happens to be Jungkook’s forsaken white shirt. 

Throwing it on you slipped your feet into the slippers and headed towards the kitchen, not even bothered to check your appearance which you can tell amused Jungkook. 

He sat the spoon down and walked over to you, patting your wild hair and pushing it behind your ears before giving you a sweet kiss on your lips which you returned. 

“Good morning sleepy princess” he said against your lips. 

You chuckled “good morning, are you making breakfast?” You asked, walking around the table and placing a kiss on Aera’s head. Jungkook humed and jogged sweetly to your cabinet to make you a plate. 

“I did. I was wondering if we could spend the day together and maybe go to dinner tomorrow together?” 

You looked over at Jungkook and crossed your arms, tilting your head. “We aren’t getting back together Jeon” to which he groaned as he set your plate down walking over to you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your lips again. 

“It’s been so long and I’ve changed. Look how our pretty daughter look at us when we’re together.” He said laying his chin on your shoulder as you both looked at your pretty Daughter. 

She looked at the both of you chewing in her little strawberry covered fingers, watching her parents be in love. You smiled softly. 

This was the life you wanted for Aera. Both of her parents together and happy but knowing Jungkook, it’s not gonna last like this for long before his jealous streak comes back in full effect. 

Especially since you and Yoongi has gotten closer and there could be something between you and Hoseok, you didn’t want to cause more drama like you possibly already did fucking your ex. 

Yoongi will probably scold you but you could only imagine what Hoseok is going to think. 

“It’s only been 8 months, you couldn’t have possibly changed that quick” 

“And you possibly can’t be over me already.” He said almost offended, which made you scoff as you ate some bacon. 

“Like you are? Let’s not forget everytime time I take Aera over you have some new little girlfriend” 

“That’s not the same, yn” 

“How isn’t it? Tell me, please” you said amused. 

“I don’t care about them. They aren’t even my girlfriend and they don’t even get the pleasure of being around my daughter. Especially when I just really want you” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Then maybe prove that. Other than just fucking me when you all of a sudden want to act like a family” you spat. 

“I’m trying to but what do you do? You get into these FUCKING moods-“ Jungkook’s words was cut short as Aera’s cries grew louder, drawing your attention to her. 

“Oh baby- we’re sorry.” You whispered softly gathering her into your arms. She popped her thumb in her mouth, calming herself down as she rested her head on your shoulder. Jungkook came closer and rubbed her back softly. 

“Mommy and daddy didn’t mean to argue in front of you.” Jungkook whispered, kissing her small little hand that rested on your arm. 

She calmed softly and fell asleep. You look at Jungkook with sharp eyes and to your surprise he looks at you with loving ones. 

“If I prove myself to you. Would you give me another chance?” 

“We’ll see” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So you fucked?”  You sighed loudly and leaned back into the couch listening to Yoongi repeating it made you feel worse. 

“I mean-kinda.. not really.. but yeah” you admitted. 

Yoongi chuckled, you could tell, he was shaking his head. You know him just that good. 

“Yn did he put his mouth, hands, and or dick in or on you?” 

“HEY—watch it. What Aera was here?” 

“I know she isn’t because you just told me you and her daddy fucked.” 

You puffed your cheeks and sighed again. 

“He did all the above…” you whispered. 

“ I was weak… I couldn’t even stop myself.” 

“If you just need dick, find it somewhere else. You don’t have to just have him” 

“I’m not getting a random dick, Yoongi.”

“It doesn’t have to be random. You got options. What about that Hoseok guy or your best friend?” 

“I’m not gonna fuck you Yoongi”

“I might surprise you.” 

~~~~~~~~

Jungkook held Aera in his lap as he watched his hyungs sound him, in awe of his little girl. He couldn’t help but smile at her sweet coos at her uncles. 

“You’re getting so big, Aera girl. You’re growing up on me,” Seokjin chuckled, squishing her cheeks. 

Jungkook looked at Hoseok walk in the door, probably coming back from his dance class he teaches from time to time. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook called to Hobi, handed Aera to seokjin and jogged over to him. 

“Yes jungkookie?” He said, smiling brightly. Jungkook gave him a very brief smile before continuing on. 

“So…you and my ex huh?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes and adjusted his bag over his shoulders. “Not this again. Nothing happened” 

Hoseok was tired of having this conversation with Jungkook. He couldn’t understand why he cared anyway when he fucked who he wanted, why couldn’t she. He ignored Jungkook’s smirk and brushed past him and headed to the living room. 

“I know nothing happened. But I just want to know, why her?” 

“Why not her?” 

“She’s my ex, you know your best friend” 

“But didn’t you fuck her friend after you guys called it off. Besides, it was just a few dates.” Hoseok started, “I didn’t even kiss her goodbye” 

Which was a lie. A big lie. 

If you didn’t have to pick Aera from Yoongi that night, you and Hoseok were bound to fuck. 

The kiss started off sweet. His hands rested on your hips and his lips kissed yours softly. Making a little space between you, your eyes flickered up to his as he looked down at you with a sweet smile. 

Within seconds your back was against your wall and your lips danced against his. 

Things were heating up until you realized just how hot things were getting and remembered Yoongi had something to do in the morning, you needed to get your daughter. 

You both agreed not to tell Jungkook about the kiss, knowing he was already on edge about you going on dates—hence the millions of texts and calls you’ve received since the beginning of the date, that didn’t even stop during your little make out session. 

Hoseok looked at Jungkook with the most straight forward look he could. 

But it was like he knew he was lying. He didn’t believe him.

“I’m going to get my family back, Hyung…don’t get too used to being around my girl” 

Acquired love

⟢ Fic Pairing: Jungkook x Female OC, Hoseok x Female OC, Yoongi x Female OC

⟢ Genres: fluff, angst, smut, exs, best friend, lovers, new flings.

⟢ Warnings: asshole but sweet ex/baby daddy that’s still very much in love with you, best friend that’s very much in love with you, and new fling that’s….very much in love with you. Separated parents (Jungkook and fem oc/reader), some fighting & harsh words, toxic relationships.

W/c: 2.7k words.

•the one where Jungkook wants to play house and taunt Yoongi.

Jungkook woke you up early this morning, which caused a small argument since you were off this morning and wanted to sleep in while your daughter was over at her father’s parents’ house.

“Come on, baby. It’ll be fun”

Groaning and throwing the covers from your nicely warmed body that was now screaming at you since Jungkook likes it to be extremely cold, even if it’s cold outside too-I know but that’s how he likes it. His cuddling of you makes up for the missing warmth.

“Hold me first” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around your body as he chuckled along but that didn’t stop your feet aimlessly moving towards Jungkook. He wrapped his large arms around your waist and trapped you in his warmth and his very distinctive scent.

“You always smell so good…”

“I know what you like baby”

After a few moments, you move to the shower to get cleaned up and warm up a bit knowing you could stay in his embrace for hours. You had a lot to drink so you needed to wake yourself up a bit. You hardly remember what you did last night but you do know you and Jungkook got extremely drunk and fucked, without a doubt. For a moment you thought to yourself.

‘Should I really be fucking my baby’s father? We broke up and although he didn’t do anything to harm me, we broke up for a reason.’

You ponder on this question for a moment, not noticing Jungkook slipping into the shower with you. It’s like he always knows when you’re thinking about him. His arms wrapped around your skin again and he sweetly kissed your shoulder. Humming softly you tilted your head as he trailed kisses up your neck.

“Where’s our daughter Jungkook? Didn’t you go get her?” You whisper, hearing his deep chuckle did something to you.

“She’s still with my mom. I haven’t gotten her yet”

Yeah…you’re still fucking him even if Aera isn’t around and he wants to see you, just you.

He always wants to see his kid, yes but, he wants to see you too and he won’t use his kid to see you. Maybe.

Jungkook’s lips still traveled across your neck as his hands rubbed your stomach, pushing his hands to your thighs, pushing them apart. His fingers made small little circles across your clit, drawing moans from your lips.

“J-Jungkook…” you whisper trying to subside your sounds but he wasn’t going for that.

“Don’t hide from me” he says, licking your neck very slowly and biting your ear softly, circling his fingers against your core before slipping them between your folds.

You didn’t know it but Jungkook loved your moans. He was obsessed with the fact that you only called his name out like this. No one could make you feel like he does, no one could fuck like him, they didn’t know your body as he did.

Slowly you felt yourself unraveling as his fingers were replaced with his mouth on your cunt.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you didn’t hide anything from him. You sang his name like it was your favorite song, although it was his.

His tongue twisted and flapped, sucked and fucked, slurped and suckled your pussy like his rent was due. But the reality is…

He just loves eating your pussy.

But all that was coming to the end when you heard the doorbell ring followed by a few knocks. Frowning softly you tapped Jungkook but he didn’t budge.

“T-the door...baby I have to g-get the fuck-“ you said trying to collect your thoughts but still…

Jungkook didn’t let up.

He continued to send your body into overdrive with his tongue alone. It all came crashing down when you heard the door open and an all too familiar deep voice that followed.

“Y/n? Are you here? Are you still sleeping?” Yoongi said, which caused you to cover your mouth and push Jungkook off.

“Who the fuck is that?” He asked, annoyed.

“It’s Yoongi. I have to go see what he wants, let me go before he sees us like this” you said trying to get out of Jungkook’s hold.

Why’d you said that? The biggest smirk fell upon his face, hearing Yoongi’s name.

“It’s Yoongi? Maybe I want him to see me eat your pussy, something he can never do”

You hit Jungkook’s arm and frowned to which he laughed, a little louder on purpose. Just reminding you on why you broke up with him.

“Oh baby, I love it when you hit me like that-“

Jungkook was playing now, Yoongi called your name again and you can just hear the irritation flowing from his voice.

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” you said stepping out of the shower, Jungkook slapped your ass and chuckled again.

“I love you too baby.”

Quickly throwing on your robe you hurriedly met Yoongi, who was right at your door. You knew he was pissed. His eyes were cold. If they were daggers you knew you would be taken out immediately just by his look alone.

“H-hey Yoongi..what brings you by?” You asked trying to lighten the obviously tense mood.

“You asked me to come over this morning, remember?” Yoongi said, plainly as ever.

You frowned and looked to the side. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember why you asked Yoongi too-oh right.

You were drunk…that’s also how Jungkook got here last night too, now that you remember more clearly.

“I um…well I- um” you couldn’t even come up with anything. Pathetic you thought to yourself.

“You were pretty wasted last night Y/n.”

…

“Why n-notttttttttttttttt” you whined.

Yoongi knew you had a little too much to drink. He sighed debating on if he should come see you or not.

“Because you’re drunk and you need to be resting.” He said sternly.

“You always come, even when I’m drunk. Why not now!*burps* excuse me”

He tried to hold his chuckles from your drunken cuteness.

“I’m busy right now”

“Please Yoon, please..”

“No. I’m sorry Princess...”

A small gasp fell from your lips followed by small whimpers. There were a few moments of silence before Yoongi put two and two together.

“A-are you…are you crying?”

“Yes!” You screamed. “You never tell me no”

Yoongi held his face in his hands as he listened to you cry drunkenly on the phone.

He has always been there for you when you were drunk but when he heard about you still fucking Jungkook, he wanted to punish you selfishly. He wanted you to somehow understand that you deserved better..you deserved someone who really loved you.

Maybe that didn’t make any sense.

“Princess…”

“You hate me…don’t you!” You cried. “Yoongi we aren’t a good match”

That pierced Yoongi right through the heart. It reopened a wound that he tried so hard to close back up. It took him forever to be okay with your decision and remain friends with you. He believed differently. To him, you both were opposites but perfect for one another. To you, you were too different and you knew it’ll cause arguments. You didn’t want to lose Yoongi as a friend so you decided not to date him although,

Maybe you wanted to.

“I don’t hate you, that was so long ago. I don’t even think about things like that anymore” he lied.

He thought about it every day. You did too.

He thought about, what if you did date. What if you and him had a daughter. How happy he would have been to hear he was going to have a baby with his best friend. He was already happy the day he found out about Aera but how excited he would have been to have a child of his own with the girl of his dreams.

He thought about it too often, every time he saw your daughter in fact.

“I love you so much but tonight, I can’t come over..” he soften his tone which in turn made you calm a little.

“Why not? Are you seeing someone?” You asked sniffling.

“No,” he said immediately “I’m just working on something tonight.”

“Can you come in the morning?” You whispered.

“Of course”

…

“I see now, I should have come over huh?” He asked in a mellow tone.

His eyes traveled your wet figure. He didn’t even try to hide. Your robe barely covered your legs and it was cut lowly with showed the roundness of your breast which both Yoongi and Jungkook found mouth-watering. He lifted his eyes back to yours as you began to talk. He stepped closer to you, just inches away from your lips.

“Yoon, I’m so sorry. Let’s have some breakfast yeah? I-“

“Oh, there you are baby” your whole world stopped as you felt Jungkook press up against you,

Naked.

He wrapped his wet arms around your waist, naturally, he pulled your robe open by accident, revealing a bit more of your chest which Yoongi Shamelessly looked at. “We need to finish our shower and go pick up our daughter.”

Yoongi’s eyes flashed up toward Jungkook then back down at you. Your whole body froze. Jaw dropped and your breathing was nonexistent.

“It seems to me that you’re pretty busy, yes?”

“Yoongi-“

“We’re very busy, as you can see. Best friend” Jungkook was taunting Yoongi and he knew it but he wasn’t gonna be a bitch about it. He knew just how to make Jungkook pissed off.

He heard the little conversation between you and Jungkook. Although he couldn’t hear you, he heard Jungkook loud and clear.

“I can see that,” he started then looked back down at you, lifting your chin he smirked. “If you just wanted me to eat your pussy last night, you could have started with that. I would have been on my way…just like last time..” your mouth dropped to the floor as if it wasn’t already there. Jungkook’s eyes became angry quick “I thought-“

“Well, you thought wrong. She called me first last night. I am busy, yes, but if I would have known my best friend needed a little TLC I would have come sooner. And by the way..” Yoongi started, he closed you in between him and Jungkook which drove you insane. To be this close to two insanely attractive men drove you absolutely wild. Jungkook’s hands go tighter around your waist as Yoongi pressed further against his member causing his talk a large gulp.

“If you just want me to watch you eat her pussy just ask. But then I’ll show you how well I fucked her” Yoongi chuckled and looked back down at you kissing your cheek before stepping back.

“I’ll call you later best friend”

And with that Yoongi left like it was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Leaving you and moreso Jungkook, speechless.

“You fucked him?” Jungkook asked.

Squeezing your eyes shut you turned to Jungkook and nodded before spilling the beans. “It was a long, long time ago we were literally 18 and just trying things out. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and he was the only one I trusted. After a few times, we never did it again! Swear”

Jungkook just looked at you and bit his tongue.

“I want to be mad at you but I can’t..you never fucked him while we were talking or together right?”

“Never, as I said, it's been years…”

Jungkook nodded and tapped your thigh.

“I know I don’t have you now and this isn’t a competition but,” he started gripping your face softly and bringing it up to his kissing your lips “I’m not gonna lose you to him. No way. Does he want to play that type of game? We can play.”

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After that fiasco, Jungkook pretended like it didn’t bother him which deep down inside it did. He couldn’t stand the fact that Yoongi—of all people—fucked you.

It pissed him off that he would much rather have Hoseok fuck with you than Yoongi.

You could see his mind spinning. Even after you’ve both picked up Aera and the cute comments from his mom asking “are you guys back together now?” And “when’s the next baby coming?” He still was pissed.

“Where are we going?”

You asked, looking over at Jungkook. He had one hand around your thigh and the other rested on his steering wheel. He flashed that signature smile and looked over at you then back at the road.

“We’re taking the princess to the zoo. I want to show her the animals that she sees on tv. And I want us to spend some time with each other.” Jungkook said tapping your thigh.

“You couldn’t take baby by yourself?” You asked.

“You don’t want to hang out with us?” He asked, you shook your head.

“It’s not that, the zoo is just something I’d figure you’d do by yourself you know?”

“Well-yeah but I want to go as a family. Just us with no one trying to distract us. Just us”

You nodded “ okay…” you trailed off before starting again “so…”

“So,” he said plainly but in a question-like tone.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I already knew he had feelings for you. Even after you denied it. I knew it”

“He doesn’t. He just said it to make you mad like you said what you did to make him mad”

“You were always mine. You were my girlfriend. You’ll always be mine”

Jungkook looked at you then back at the road before pulling into the parking lot, searching for the best parking spot before choosing the one in his liking. You got Aera out of her car seat, who instantly woke up from her little nap and wanted cuddles.

She wrapped her little arms under her chest and laid her cheek on your chest. You smiled happily and looked over at a cooing Jungkook. Who was sneaking pictures of his two favorite people.

“ my pretty girls “ he smiled, fastening the baby carrier on his chest. “Should we leave the stroller? I’ll carry the bags and princess”

You raised your eyebrow and snorted “you’re going to carry the baby bag and my purse?”

He nodded with a big smile taking Aera and placing her in the carrier facing forward with her back on his chest. “I’ll carry it all, you just have to feed me”

You giggled and nodded, placing Aera’s baby bag on his shoulder. “I’ll keep my purses so I can pay-“

“Um no. You’re not paying. I am. It’s our family day that I created, I pay” he said smiling holding his hand out for you to grab.

You hesitated a bit but you held his hand, locking your fingers with his.

Everything that happened this morning flew out the window. At this moment he felt, no, he knew you were his again.

The day was perfect actually.

No arguments, just pure love, and laughter. It warmed your heart to see your daughter so happy to see all the animals she watched videos about.

Jungkook was truly a gentleman. He held your hand the whole way through, and when things got too crowded? He would hold you directly on him, guarding you and Aera against the bumps and pushes from the eager children.

You kept your promise and fed him. The surrounding parents and random people stopped by, telling you how good you looked as a couple. Every time you tried to say you weren’t together, Jungkook would thank them.

Boy was he eating it up.

“You must love when people comment on us”

“I do. It makes me happy.”

You hummed softly and looked out the window, thinking.

“Are you seeing anyone tonight?” Jungkook asked randomly.

“I don’t think so, why?”

“Maybe we could hang out some more?”

“I think we need time apart.” You snorted.

“And why’s that?”

“Because. You aren’t giving me time to think if I want to try again.”

“Baby…I’m proving myself to you...I’ve changed.”

“You have. But you still do petty things. Right or wrong?”

Jungkook sighed.

“I wasn’t being petty. I really was looking for you.”

“Naked? And you knew I was looking for Yoongi”

Jungkook chuckled, “I did just get out of the shower baby. You know more than anyone, I like to air dry.” He smirked.

Annoying-

Gentlemen's Club: Introduction

ship: ot7 x dancer!reader

au/genre: sex worker au

rating: M (this will explore darker themes please read at your own discretion)

wc: 1.5k

chapter warnings: dark themes, drug mentions, obsessive nature, drunk assholes. Took a terrible job offer all because your parents couldn't pay up and now you are stuck there.

Summary: You start off as a dancer/bartender until your bosses realize that you are the most popular woman there and bring in the most money. It's even better when you catch the eye of the 5 richest men in Korea. It's a hard job luckily for you, the men in your life wouldn't do a thing to hurt you. Even if they have dark secrets and simply use you as an escape.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

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" 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞"

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 - Under any circumstances are you to talk back to any love(s) or higher-up 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 - no disrespect of any form,(eye rolling, sucking teeth, ignoring etc) will be tolerated 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑(𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬): 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. -We take the time to train our ladies perfectly for your pleasure. Respect them 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝. -If a love requests you to fulfill a kink/task, you must do it. No question asked

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. - We'll state this again. You do everything that you are told the first time. No one should have to talk to you more than once. You are told to do something. You do it.

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔...𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇...

"Another day in this hell hole" you whispered to yourself. It's been years of this so-called life you are now forced to call home. Never in a million years did you think your life would result in this.

Being forced to perform sexual acts all because your family couldn't pay back alone that was given way before you were even born. Hell, even thought about. Thankfully, they hadn't made you do anything you weren't ready for before you turned 18.

Your childhood wasn't complete shit like your adulthood was. You never knew who your real parents were but knowing what you know now, you didn't care to ever meet them. You never knew that you were "sold", you thought all the other children you grew up with were your siblings and a product of two people who loved each other dearly. You never felt you were in danger, and rightfully so.

If you had felt just a bit of uncomfortableness, you would find your way out of this hell hole. Sometimes...you wish you did. You wish you felt uncomfortable or just had seen the fake love and comfort you did feel, so maybe. Just maybe, you could have gotten out of this before it got too deep.

But you didn't. To be fair, you were a baby, just an innocent child. There is nothing that you could have done.

Although it sounds horrible, you were blessed enough to have really sweet clients. They never hurt you and if you weren't feeling up to having sex, they never forced you. They just sit there with you and talk. Most of the time that was all they wanted. The sex with them wasn't bad either so you could hardly complain. 

It just sucked that you couldn't leave this life even if you wanted to. 

Hearing a knock on your door followed by a soft voice you heard every day was the same voice that was a voice of reason. It comforts you so much. "Princess, it's time to get ready." You sighed softly grabbing your silk robe and placing it on. You looked at yourself one more time. Your hair was perfect, your makeup was perfect, your body was perfect. But your heart was broken. You were broken. Some of the things you've encountered here before meeting your clients, you will never recover from.

Luckily, that hasn't happened in a long time. 

Spraying a few sprays of your perfume, you gave yourself a few words of encouragement before opening the door, revealing the two men who make things a bit better for you. Jimin and Jungkook. They're your protectors. Something that each girl receives when she gets transferred over from the starting house. Normally, you just get one. But you? You were special to the club. They couldn't let anything happen to their money maker. So you got two. They're given because some of the clientele that comes sometimes get a little bit...obsessed.

You are considered objects, yes, but you belong to one couple, therefore you can't be disrespected by anyone other than the punisher. You hardly ever saw the punisher, thankfully. The punisher is the one that does the obvious... punish you. There are rules that you must recite every night before you go and make your rounds, you must follow them. If and for any reason, any love or higher-up feels that you broke these rules, you will be punished and your protector cannot protect you.

"Are you ready princess?" Jungkook asked. You nodded slowly. You're never ready but you've trained yourself to prepare yourself as must as you could. "Let's get this show on the road kitten," Jimin said holding your right arm while Jungkook was holding the left.

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The club was full of idols, TV hosts, producers, and almost every famous name. This club is hard to get into. You have to be well respected and trusted to participate. Anyone less than celebrity status or wealth status cannot enter the club, even as a plus one. People that have nothing to lose will easily bring this organization down and we can't have that.

You headed to the front of the club alongside Jungkook, Jimin, and the other girls and their protectors. You stood out. Everyone else had one protector or they'll only be booked once maybe twice a week, maybe even once a month. You were racking in clientele every night. Great for the club but horrible for you.

You were the club's prized possession. You made 30% of it's income on your own. You were held to a high standard, a standard that you didn't necessarily want. They were more harder on you when you didn't want to work, or wanted to take a simple break.

"Please state the rules, of the club loudly and clearly." The masked man said standing in front of you all. Jungkook rolled his eyes. The rules fell off of the mouths that filled the club. To the mask man's pleasure, he nodded and continued. "Tonight's a big night. We have some fresh faces as well as some new ones. Make me money" he said opening the curtains and allowing the ladies to make their rounds.

Looking over at you, "You know you're respected spot, get to it" he said. You nodded and headed to a pedestal that was located at the right of the club. Far off in the back.

You get "booked" differently. While other girls have to get the love to come to them, you were specially booked. For one to book you, they must pay upfront before the appointment even starts. They have to ask you by name. Which is pretty hard to obtain, but several men have gotten that far.

Tonight will be a pretty soft night for you. Thankfully.

Seokjin entered the club, with a once-track mind.

Headed to your private room, he dodged every female that came his way. Finally reaching your room. He was immediately stopped by Jimin and Jungkook. "Do you have an appointment tonight?" Jimin asked. Seokjin sighed.

"I come every other night at this time, you should know this by now.."

"Doesn't matter, you know you need an appointment each time." Jungkook snapped. You sighed. "It's okay guys, let him though." You said touching their shoulders before taking Seokjin's hand and pulling him inside......

Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!

Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?

A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!

p e r f e c t i o n

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: thelloo my darling, i am so sorry it took so long. i couldn't choose which character to do, so both are uploaded, one is the copy paste of the other except their names [ofcourse] so there isn't much difference, tysmm for requesting and i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- this is set in a modern au, here he's a famous actor

you placed your pen down, a clicking sound was heard as the cap enclosed the nib. you uncross your legs and make way to the couch with your phone on one hand, ready to take a well deserved break.

you opened TikTok, the symbol animatedly popping up as her for you page loaded. there was something so addictive about it, not that of the app, but how the edits and controversies of your boyfriend pulled you in for hours.

the thing was, the both of you had an argument and you're missing him more than usual. you long for him to grab your thighs, the neck kisses, his fingers running down you as if to sculpt you.

from POVs to edits to just scenes of him had you captivated. just the thoughts of him doing what they claimed. you found yourself rewatching an edit of his thighs. for some reason they turned you on so much. his walk, his arms, the way he moved, how could he do it all so seductively.

was it getting hot in here?

you instinctively started unbuttoning your shirt and removed your shorts, leaving you in a pretty set. you were home alone anyway, who would be bothered? but god didn't he love that set. you rested on your stomach as you encountered an audio, a one with Theodore Nott fucking you. you could feel yourself practically melt with his voice draining all thought and reason on your mind.

his slow footsteps took him to the bedroom which's door was slightly ajar his hand preoccupied with takeout.

fuckfuckfuck

you eyes look up to see the the biggest grin. he though he'd won. he knew you wouldn't go too long without him. it made you upset. but at the same time, his barely buttoned up shirt was loosely hung and his trousers outlined his visibly growing bulge.

leaving the food gently on the desk facing the door, he lifted you up from the bed with his hand under your thighs, placing you on top of his study.

his eyes ran through the pretty blue lace, he always said it looked lovley on her skin. he closed the gap between her, your breats pressed against him.

"I'm sorry my love, but i don't mind fucking you while you're still angry at me. it quite turns me on."

Theo backed you up against the wall, his mouth warm and heavy on yours as your fingers hooked his belt buckle. you were far from angry, you were ready to end him, oh and he knew. he would be dying today, but atleast it would end with his face berried in your pussy.

“sweetheart..” he held his palm out to you, pressing you against the cold wall as his chocolate eyes gazed you in absolute awe.

you pulled Theo by the tie, his hands swiftly picked you up and dropped you ever so gently on the centre of your bed. you push his standing figure on his back roughly as he just has the most blissful expression on his face.

you leaned over Theo and gently placed a feather like kiss on his abdomen, your fingernails gently paving a path down him, reaching towards his abs, the hard muscle were as if god himself had taken the time to sculpt it for you.

you slowly mount him, ghosting above him slightly.

"you have such an annoying face Nott."

that was absolutley untrue. is face was perfection. it was gorgeous and defined and just perfect.

"sit on my annoying face then baby" he murmured. it was soft and kind.

you crawled to the head of the bed, "you’re fuckin perfection." you muttered, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw as he positioned his hands round your hips, pulling you on top of his face. you settled in, your legs locked on either side of his pretty head. one arm was resting on his chest lightly as the other played with his soft curls.

"fuck" you moaned, his lips spread under you only sucking harder, the sensation making you shudder. you were already dripping and he's just gotten started.

"darling-" he shushed himself off as you moaned, your fingers entangled in his brown hair as he lapped up your juices, quickening his pace.

his tongue lightly ball room danced around your clit as you came and your hands switched to the bedsheet so you don't nearly pulled his hair from his roots. he was memorized with the feeling of your thighs tightening

he continued his pace and as if muscle memory you gripped his hair again,

"fuck-"

you moaned out as he gripped your thighs, acting as if he could swallow you whole.

another orgasm.

and another.

one by one, they all fell into order.