DOYOUNG X D&G

“It’s too hot for you to lay on top of me.”

Kiyoomi drapes an arm over his face dramatically as you do, in fact, settle on top of him, your eyes boring into him happily with your fingers tracing over his sternum, body draped between his legs. The box fan just a few feet away whirs to try and combat the thickness of Osaka air and why didn’t you invest for an air conditioner in your new apartment-

“You’re too hot for me to not lay on top of you,” you hum back, unbothered by the heat and focused on him. “Rain, sun, heat or snow can’t stop me from bugging you, you know that.”

“I figured once we hit physical stickiness that you’d have some mercy on me.” You quirk a brow at him, and he shrugs, “yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.”

“I don’t know what you think this is, but you’re cute for denying it.”

Kiyoomi does offer you a weak chuckle and tired smirk, and he feels your eyes completely fixated on him as he preforms these completely subconscious acts.

He’d blush if he wasn’t absolutely sweating right now- or not used to it.

Your eyes are always on Kiyoomi, you know he knows, you’re sure to make sure he knows- be it from physically looking at him so focused he feels your pupils shake over him and his body, or telling him ‘hey, you look like I’m gonna bite you later.’

That one, he didn’t believe until you did, leaving him with teeth marks littering his shoulders and biceps.

He does admire your ability to flirt right now. He could die on this bed if you’d let him.

“Hey,” you whisper, nosing at the softness of his tummy. He lifts one of his fingers to peek at you. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” he mumbles, too hot to try and tease. His free hand cups your warm cheek and gently strokes his thumb over it, which you nuzzle into happily, eyes softly closing to relish in the feeling.

He lets his head fall back against the pillow, hand continuing to gently stroke your cheek with his long fingers. You lay your head down on his stomach, ear pressing to the muscle just above his navel. The room is quiet, save for the tired box fan and honking horns outside.

“You hungry?” You ask suddenly. “Your stomach’s making weird noises.”

“I want ice for dinner,” he murmurs. “And snow. And frostbite.”

“Yeah. Then come winter and you’ll be pissed that it’s so cold,” you snort.

“If I had the energy, I’d flick your forehead.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t.”

Seventeen's vocal unit with a chubby s/o

Pairing: svt vocal unit x gn! reader Genre: headcanon, fluff, hurt/ comfort Word count: approx. 2200 words Warnings: body image issues A/n: ahem, the brain rot is real.  Other units: hip hop unit | performance unit

😇 Jeonghan

You are his doljjongie 2 rock. Jeonghan knows that no matter what, he can always rely on you. 

He’s strong alone but he becomes even stronger now that he is with you. 

He loves how attentive you are to him and how observant you are. He gets tired/ sick/ injured easily. Somehow you always know when that happens because you are always ready with medication/ ointments/ bandages. 

We all know he loves to cling onto his emotional support sword and hammer. Well, you serve as his emotional support, portable human! Jeonghan loves to hold onto your forearms and hands. You’re just so soft and squishy. He can always be found kneading your skin gently. It’s calming, like playing with slime! And sometimes, he just clings to your arms, content with the physical contact. 

He actually loves how he always manages to fall in love with you again and again every time you remind him that you are caring for him out of love, and not simply out of duty as his partner. You remind him he is not a burden, and never will be one. 

In return, Jeonghan really is your angel. He just adores you in your entirety. 

Partner privilege is always so real with him. Whatever you want you will get. Plus, you are spared from most of his teasing. He does love to tease you, but more about mundane everyday things like how you “forgot to kiss him again”, or “you missed a spot on my lips”. He is extremely careful with his teasing. Definitely avoids teasing you with anything remotely related to your insecurities. 

Aside from physical touch, Jeonghan’s other love language is quality time. He just loves to spend time with you. He always makes time for you regardless of how busy he is. He’s just a phone call or text away. 

Jeonghan is also extremely observant, meaning that when you start to get insecure about your size, he knows. He will drop everything to attend to you. What do you mean go spend time at practice with the members? You are his priority. Like an angel, he will show up whenever you need him to lift your spirits. 

Definitely gives you so much love you are practically drowning in it. 

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Your soft forearms! He actually prefers to cling to your forearms than your hands. He finds that it draws the two of you closer together! 

🦌 Joshua

You are like a magnet. It never fails to amaze Joshua at how you always manage to draw him in. He is thoroughly enamoured with you.

There’s something about your energy, your personality, your adorable appearance, your beauty, your brightness, your strength, your intellect, basically just YOU, that makes him fall hard for you. 

He might be the gentleman of seventeen, but the way you treat him? Please he swoons at the thought. 

You open the doors for him. You watch out for him when you are crossing the road. You grab his hands to pull him towards you in a crowd so he doesn’t get lost. You help him reach for things. Basically everything he does for the members, you do for him. 

You also never fail to draw him into your arms and pull him into some of the warmest (softest) hugs he has ever gotten. You would gently rub his back and squeeze him really tightly. Your body temperature naturally runs warmer and it’s just so comforting for him to bask in the warmth of your embrace. 

In return, he is your anchor. Joshua helps to ground you. His love language includes acts of service. 

Whenever you feel like you are floating away on the ride that is your emotions and insecurities, he pulls you back down. 

He can always see it in your eyes even if you try to hide it from him. It’s the emptiness and hopelessness in them. 

Joshua would pamper you so much when that happens. Imagine a bubble bath, scented candles, all your favourite comfort foods and tv shows. He knows that sometimes it’s hard for you to let go of these insecurities. But he hopes that his actions would at least help you to calm down and relax. He’s usually right in this regard. 

Of course, if there are occasions when you float away too much, Joshua is always ready to shower you with words of affirmation. He would hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you. It’s not just empty words to make you feel better. Whatever he describes to you about what he loves about you, you can be 100% sure that he means every single word of it. 

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Your nape. He loves to rest his head there when you hug him. He also loves nuzzling into it but it’s ticklish for you so he tries to stop himself from doing it. Although, he fails all the time and instead lets himself enjoy your little giggles. 

🍚 Jihoon

You are his home. Jihoon swears you must have x rays built into your eyes because you are the most perceptive person ever.

What makes Jihoon adore you so much is your ability to see right through him. As an idol, he knows that there is a particular persona he has to play. It’s not just about pretending to be someone he is not, but also playing up or exaggerating certain aspects of himself that others will latch onto and love. 

With you, he doesn’t need to pretend. He doesn’t need to put on a mask around you. To you, he’s not Woozi from seventeen, Woozi the producer. He’s simply Lee Jihoon. You see him and accept him for who he is, flaws and all. 

You see the effort and sacrifices that he makes and you validate his worries and fears. He knows he can share with you things about himself without fear of judgment. 

Unlike the rest of the members, Jihoon isn’t big on physical touch. So, for him, it’s your presence that brings him comfort. He especially loves the little surprise appearances you make at his studio. When he sees you, a feeling of peace washes over him. With you, he feels at home. 

In return, Jihoon is your silent knight. The one whose actions speak more than words. It’s not that words of affirmation isn’t one of his love languages, it certainly is. The plenty of song lyrics he has written about you confirms that. But lyrics are more indirect, like an ode to you. 

When he is with you, it’s the little actions that count. Although they seem insignificant, these actions mean so much, they are done out of genuine love and appreciation for you. 

If he was doing the laundry, he would always wash your favourite clothes first, the ones that you say make you feel confident and beautiful. He would make sure your favourite snacks are always restocked. 

He knows all your mannerisms no matter how subtle. Sometimes when your feelings get too overwhelming, your body reacts first before your mind can process. When he sees this, Jihoon would rest his hand on your thighs or the small of your back. It’s his way of saying, it’s okay, you will be okay, because I am here for you.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? I want to say your whole body. He just loves all of you. You’re so so beautiful to him. And he treasures you being there, your presence more than anything. 

⚔️ Dokyeom

You are his night, his moon if I could put it that way. Dokyeom is literally the sun personified. He embodies all the qualities of happiness. In contrast, you help him to calm down, to rest.

You never eclipse him, and you’re always there but in the shadows. From the way that you prepare food for him, or the way that you tell him how proud you are of him. You fuel him to continue shining. 

You watch him so carefully he never has to be afraid of letting himself shine. 

Yet at the same time, on the rare occasion when he burns himself from trying to continue shining too brightly, you come in to protect him from himself. This is when you eclipse him, shielding him away from the pain of the world. 

The way you hug him makes him feel like you are protecting him. You literally draw him into your chest and mutter words of encouragement to him. 

You reassure him that it is okay to take a moment for himself, to let himself finally feel and make sense of all the emotions he has been pushing down. And when he is rested, you once again make way for the sun to come out again. 

In return, he’s your day, the light of your life. 

When you live life in the shadows, it’s natural your mind would go to a dark place sometimes. You let it wander until it eventually consumes you and you spiral. What if Dokyeom breaks up with you because you are chubby? You’re bigger than him. He’s surrounded by so many beautiful people everyday, why doesn’t he just leave you? You’re not worth the trouble. You know that Dokyeom loves you and wouldn’t break up with you over your size, but it’s the irrational fear that drives these thoughts. 

Just when you submit into the darkness, Dokyeom is that light that shines through. He breaks through the darkness and leads you towards the light. 

His love language would include quality time and physical touch. He would bring you aside to a place that you find comforting, be it a garden or somewhere in your home. He would hold you and sing softly to you until you feel better. The time you spend together helps to remind you that he is not going anywhere. 

Eventually, this ball of sunshine will smother you with cuddles and affection. His cheerful personality will always make you crack a smile (or many smiles) no matter how sad you are. 

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? The apples of your cheeks. He loves how they stand out whenever you smile. And he especially loves how red they can get when he is showering you with compliments and affection. 

🍊 Seungkwan

You are his guardian angel. Seriously, Seungkwan cannot for the life of him figure out how you always manage to protect him without his knowledge. 

He’s so confused, appreciative and a little worried that you somehow always use your body to shield him. (You usually joke and say it is because you are softer, you can take the impact better. Yea, that does not alleviate his worries. Actually it adds onto it.)

It could be a small action, like shielding him/ using your hands to pull/ guide him away from someone who is about to bump into him.

Or it could be you pulling him to walk on the inner side of the curb on the pavement.

Other times, it’s probably you using your face body to prevent his hands from whacking the wall for the 10th time. 

He’s not clumsy, and it’s usually others who almost bump into him. Either that or it’s a situation when he is not paying attention to his surroundings when he is talking about something he enjoys. 

Seungkwan literally worships your body for that reason. You would selflessly injure yourself and use your body to protect him from any harm. Compared to his flawless skin, your skin is littered with bruises and scrapes.

Don’t worry he will fuss over you and kiss each and every one of the injuries. You always pat his head and tell him not to worry, but how could he not? 

In return, Seungkwan is your saviour because he saves you from yourself.

His love languages include words of affirmation and acts of service. 

He really does try to repay you for all that you do by bandaging your injuries and making sure that your wounds are healing properly. He tries to be more aware of his surroundings and actions. That way you won’t need to worry over him so much.

Of course he will praise you and shower you with kind words, but I feel like the majority of the time, his words of affirmation are more appreciative in nature. Like he is affirming that he is grateful for all you do. He never fails to say “thank you”, “you got hurt again because of me, I’m sorry”, “i love you but please don’t keep doing this for me”. He tries to drill it into your head that just because you think you can take the impact better, you don’t have to. 

More seriously, Seungkwan is a blunt person and won’t sugar coat his words. So, you can be sure that he will give you very real but very comforting advice when you are having bad body image days. He helps you realise that yes, you will feel like this sometimes, it is inevitable. In fact, he feels it too, but you can get through this. You always have and you always will.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Again, I think it’s your whole body, but because of the way he always sees your shadow or the blurry afterimage of your body as you're raising your hand from the point of impact when his body collides with yours. He doesn’t realise you were there until the aftermath of the collision. It takes a second for that afterimage to register, then he's fussing over you.

ಌ i mildly like you more than like (p.1)

— in which an incessant fan girl, a kiss, and a little bit of denial makes oikawa tooru realize he might mildly like you more than like

description. you’ve been in love with oikawa tooru for longer than you can remember. having known him for the better part of nearly 11 years, you’ve come to accept that you’ll never be more than a best friend to him. but with the help of a few irritatingly persistent fangirls and a kiss that was only meant to drive them away, a tale of unrequited love might just prove to be something more. 

warnings. language

word count. 4.2k

oikawa tooru x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, some angst

parts. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

author’s note. i started writing this a few weeks ago and it was originally just going to be a one-shot but it got almost up to 10k words so i just decided to split it up HHSKFJ

Oikawa Tooru has perhaps one of the strongest drives when it comes to hard work. 

His tenacity is a thing of nature, something that awes you time and time again, no matter how many times you’ve seen him pick himself up before. It might be one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. 

But despite how in-tune he is with his senses on a mental standpoint, his Achilles’ heel lies with his inability to pick up on the signs his body gives him when it’s had enough. Well, he can, but he just chooses not to listen. 

His first encounter with a crack in that heel came in his first-year, where you had to stand on the sidelines and watch as he fell to the ground during a game with a resounded sweep of gasps around the gym. That injury benched him for more than half the season. 

It was from that point on that you and Iwaizumi decided that if Oikawa wasn’t going to take care of his own body, then it would be up to you two to make sure his head is still above water. 

So it doesn’t surprise you when your phone flashes with a text message from Iwaizumi during one of your shifts at the bakery. 

1 new message: iwa (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Received: can you come pick up shittykawa

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— it's complicated ⟢

one commoner, two princes, and three tales far too complicated to comprehend.

★ FEATURING; chan, joshua, and jeonghan!

★ STATUS; ongoing

★ TAGS; royalty au, magic, jeonghan being a menace (yes, it's a tag that's effective for the entire series lol), slow burn, fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ NOTES; ok i lied abt posting this later hehe i've been soooo excited to share this entire series since i posted chan's story a few weeks ago <3 i hope you all like it!

★ BANNER CR; @himbocoups thank you so much for helping me out, nu!!!

✧ promise ring // chan ✧

word count: 21k words

summary: no one would’ve guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you’re forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

tags: childhood friends, mutual pining, love triangle

✧ eyes meeting, hearts apart // joshua ✧

word count: 30.2k

summary: you could've fallen for the childhood friend who owns a flower shop, the singer who takes the stage of the bar every other day. hell, even the owner's flirtatious son could've been a better choice. but you can't really help it if your heart longs for a prince who's in love with somebody else.

tags: bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, pining like no other, angst

✧ starcrossed losers // jeonghan ✧

word count: x

summary: at age fifteen, you’re betrothed to a prince named jeonghan. at age twenty-five, you’re set to marry him. so, when your father gives you a chance to find love all on your own, you immediately take it. now if only jeonghan would stop fucking sabotaging every relationship you’re trying to get into.

tags: royal!reader, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, emotional romantic and sexual tension all in one lmao, more angst than intended

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Not a moment too soon, and fully deserved 😎

In conclusion-

Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.

This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.

— terrified ⟢

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

★ FEATURING; minghao x f!reader

★ WORD COUNT; ??? idk bc mobile <3

★ TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic

★ NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk

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★ MINGHAO TAGLIST; @haoxiaoba - @jeonride - @coffeestay - @hyvnae

In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.

"How many kids do you want in the future?"

"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."

It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first posted—a reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.

It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.

Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.

"I don't really want to have kids..."

You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.

Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in waves—as if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.

Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chest—a tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.

"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."

For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. But—"

Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lips—one that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.

"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"

That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."

It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.

But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.

One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a while—Joshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.

Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.

It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.

The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.

But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.

It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.

Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.

It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.

But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearment—nearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.

Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.

What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.

Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.

It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.

"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."

The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.

It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.

"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.

Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"

He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.

But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."

The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.

While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.

But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.

"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"

It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.

While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children—Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.

So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.

It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.

"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"

For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.

"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.

"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."

Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actions—even from his stare alone.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."

God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.

It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living room—cups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.

He's rightfully nervous—hands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.

With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.

"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admits—hitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.

Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.

What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.

"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."

"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"

"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"

Oh. Oh.

"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kids—"

"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"

He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."

"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.

"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."

The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.

"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.

"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"

Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"

"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."

"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"

"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."

Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.

"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your hand—pressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."

Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"

"Hey, like I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"

The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.

Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Then I want that, too."

Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.

For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe to stop taking the pills at this point in your life.

Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest album—one where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.

And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.

But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.

"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"

With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"

He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."

Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.

He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.

The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal wave—inevitable, inescapable.

(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)

The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.

Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cunt—filling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.

"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."

"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.

"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."

You preen at his praise—no matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.

Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few moments—refractory period be damned—before gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.

"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."

"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."

"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of you—even your kids."

Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.

Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.

The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into you—the weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.

"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"

You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"

"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."

"W-Wait, I—"

Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clit—lathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.

So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no time—muffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.

"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."

Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long as—f-fuck—you'll always be mine."

You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.

It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."

"Y/N, we're already married."

"I don't see how that's a problem."

As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.

Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.

⟢ end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)

paris

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

old hollywood! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | 50k words

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris. 

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic during the golden hollywood era, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, quite hurt-comfort mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), multiple orgasms, jeonghan worships mc fr, praises galore, slightly angsty love-making, basically this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster 

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : she is here…finally…longer author’s note at the bottom of the fic but RIP to y’alls tumblr on mobile </3 thank you for reading and thank you ysl jeonghan you will always be the most iconic mf on the planet !! anyways enjoy <33

THE LOS ANGELES MIRROR, 28TH SEPTEMBER, 1954

_____ SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER FOX SCANDAL AT LAX!

Scandalised Princess of Hollywood was finally spotted after a week, hurrying into Los Angeles International Airport in the early hours of the morning!

The last time we reported on her was to announce Fox Productions terminating her contract after having a vicious altercation with her movie director and producer. As if showing up on set drunk and high out of your mind is not enough, but lashing your tongue out at the big boys? Our Princess has exceeded too many limits within her Kingdom, and is now running away like a traitor! 

We bring exclusive photos of her interacting with our reporters just before airport security stopped us—though, judging by the expression on her face, and the message on her hand, she may not be too pleased to see us…

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❥ Soft Things SVT Does

Seungcheol

• Hold you literally everywhere and any time. Like you could be in the dance practice room giving the boys snacks and he’s attached to your back or side

• Sprays his cologne on his shirts and hoodies so you smell him and smell like him when you wear them

Jeonghan

• When he spoons you, he wraps a leg around you so you can’t leave. He will whine if you try to move away from him

• Shakes his hair whenever it’s wet and then wraps his arms around you when you try to run away

Joshua

• Keeps no secrets from you. He will tell you everything he hears, especially comebacks.

• Constantly taking videos of you and setting them as a live wallpaper so when he holds the screen, he sees you smile at him

Jun

• When he wears a jacket with no shirt underneath, he’ll wrap you in it and kiss your temple

• Somehow knows all the places you want to go to even if you don’t tell him?? He’ll be like ‘let’s go to __ I know you want to’ and you’re like ‘how tf do you know that?’ and he’s like ‘I just know you baby’

Hoshi

• Doing the horanghae pose together

• Uses his thumb to wipe away food away from your lips and he will smirk at you if he sees you getting flustered

Wonwoo

• Always feeding you, you could just be sitting there on your phone and he’s holding a piece of your favorite food on a fork

• Likes to watch you do mundane tasks. You’re cleaning the stovetop? He’s watching you with hearts in his eyes

Woozi

• Watching animes together and ranting about how the plot is overused or how the characters resemble another from a different anime

• Sends you videos of him doing the wooahae

Seokmin

• Calling him DK or Seokmin will cause him to turn his head to you and whine ‘why aren’t you calling me honeyyy or babeee?? Why are you using those names?’

• Has a phone case with your name on it with his last name

Mingyu

• When he hugs you, he will lift you up and hug you tight and kissing your forehead, whispering how much he misses you

• Uses his shirt as a towel whenever he works out and giggles when he sees you staring at him

Minghao

• Letting you paint his nails. He always requests that his ring finger has your initial on it

•Never gets angry at you, he’ll just smile and say ‘it’s not your fault baby.’

Seungkwan

• Brushes away eyelashes from your face and then leans close before kissing your cheeks or eyelids

• Copying his hand gestures and then when he notices, he’ll do a heart gesture and crumble when you do it back to him

Vernon

• Caresses your face when you’re going to sleep because he thinks tracing your features will cause you to appear in his dreams

• Wearing matching necklaces

Dino

• Laying his head on your lap and letting you play with his hair and massage his face with skincare

• If you wear lipstick, he’ll ask for you to put marks on his shoulders or chest