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slytherinshua · 10 months

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genre. fluff. warnings. shua is drunk. this is just disgustingly cute. pairing. joshua x fem!reader. wc. 754. a/n. @fairyhaos ur present 🫡 idrk why i thought of this but he's so cute okay 😭 i saw the pictures and i was like this

“Baby…” Joshua mumbled happily, stumbling through the front door, Jihoon barely able to keep him steady on his feet. He had obviously drunk… a lot. His cheeks were stained cutely pink from the alcohol and his speech was slurred, but you just found it endearing.

You weren’t sure whether it was Jihoon who had pushed Joshua, or if your boyfriend had launched onto you of his own accord, but you found yourself barely able to support his weight as he clung to you.

“I-I’ll take care of him. Thank you, Jihoon!” You called out quickly as the shorter man closed your front door to go back home himself.

“Y/n.” Joshua giggled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, smelling the floral scent of your perfume.

“Come on, you big baby, you need to sit down-” Joshua whined in protest despite the fact that he couldn’t even support his own body weight. He didn’t want to leave your arms for even a second. They were so comfortable to him.

“Shua.” You said helplessly, feeling your arms start to give out trying to hold him up on his two unstable feet. You tried your best to move his arm so it draped over your shoulder, a position which allowed you to half carry half drag him to the nearby couch. You pushed him on it as best as you could, cursing him for working out so much and putting on extra weight. He was heavy even though he didn’t look that buff.

Now that he was safely on the couch, your next thought was to get him some water… if he wasn’t still clinging onto you like you would get dusted by Thanos. You sighed, looking over him, his hand tightly grasping the fabric of your shirt, making sure you didn’t move any more than 2 feet from him. He was very cute, but he got so clingy when drunk.

“Joshua, I need to get you water.” You tried, attempting to remove his hand and escape.

“Don’t want water… jus’ want you.” He whispered, lips curling up in a lopsided smile.

“It’ll only take a minute. I promise I’ll be right back. I’m not gonna leave you.” You assured him, your words successfully allowing you to loosen his tight grip on you. He whined softly, hand trying to clasp onto yours and hold you still, but you ignored his pleas and ducked down, jogging to the kitchen.

You could hear Joshua whining the entire 30 seconds you were gone which made you laugh. Was he really the 27 year old man you were dating or a 2 year old? You quickly made your way back to him, placing the water on the table, allowing him to pull you into his lap.

“How much did you drink?” You asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t get a straight answer out of him until he sobered up a bit. You sat patiently in his lap, his head resting on your shoulder, fingers playing with the beaded bracelet that he had made you, smiling and mumbling about you must really love him cause you never took it off. You just nodded, giving him little affirmative responses every few sentences.

You had enough experience dating him to know that he sobered up fairly quickly. After drinking the water and cuddling with you, he seemed to have stopped whining, indicating he was feeling a little more clear headed and more capable of forming logical sentences.

“Even if I gave you a ring, you wouldn’t take off the bracelet, right?” He asked softly, still fixated on the bracelet.

“What kind of ring?”

“Like… a proposal ring.” He sounded cutely drowsy.

You thought over his question, wondering why he was suddenly bringing up a proposal. “Nothing could replace the bracelet.” You mumbled. He had made the bracelet as a gift for one of your first dates and it was probably the most precious thing you owned.

“Do you love me?” He whispered.

You giggled and turned your head to look at him. He blinked at you, waiting for your response. “Nope. I only love sober Joshua. Sorry.” You teased.

“You’re so mean.”

“I know.”

“I really… really love you.” He dragged out, talking as if he was explaining something incredibly complicated. And then he pouted, hands still on your waist, pulling you a little closer. You smiled, and leaned just a bit closer to his face, pressing your lips to his pout, making sure he knew that you didn’t really mean it.

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odxrilove · 1 year

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☆ JOSHUA BOYFRIEND HABITS

pairing: joshua x reader

genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship?

a/n: 3rd part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series (requested) !! sent an ask to suggest the next member! ask to be on the taglist or fill out the form!

back to seventeen boyfriend habits masterlist!

☆ passes his fingers through your hair to smoothen it down

the first time joshua saw you, your friend had just pulled a beanie off your head, leaving behind messy and unruly hair. it made joshua laugh and he thought your reaction was cute. after you two started dating, his gaze would often linger on your hair, the messy look endearing him more than anything. when you would notice him staring, you would immediately smoothen your hair down, groaning in annoyance while joshua only laughed at your hurried movements. it’s not that he liked seeing you irritated, he just didn’t understand why you had to be so aggressive with yourself. so everytime you aggressively tugged at your hair, your boyfriend would pull your hands away and pass his fingers through your hair to smoothen it down with gentle strokes, a satisfied smile on his face.

☆ always makes sure your seatbelt is put on right

joshua is and has always been very careful of the people he loves. and that includes you. he knows he can’t always make sure you’re safe since you’re not always together and life is unpredictable but he can still try to do so when you are indeed together. his actions speak for themselves and you know he would always look out for you. when you first got your driving license, you were quite scared and thus, would forget the most important things like putting on your seatbelt. that was very irresponsible and you’ve learned to do better over the years. you don’t ever forget your seatbelt anymore but joshua still prefers to check every time, just in case. and sometimes, checking your seatbelt turns into him putting it on before you can, hovering over your body and smirking at the click.

☆ always holds and opens doors for you

joshua is a gentleman, that’s an obvious and well known fact. he’s polite, respectful and always kind. he’s so gentlemanly that it’s even become his nickname, now often being called as the group’s gentleman. joshua takes great pride in that. as his partner, you’ve been the number one receiver of his chivalrous habits and personality. on your first official date (after a few weeks of courting), he picked you up from your work with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. when he met your parents, he charmed them by doing the dishes and by bringing a box of macarons. it’s actually pretty easy to gain a liking for joshua when he never forgets to hold and open doors for you. it’s like an instinct to him, as if you weren’t even allowed to open the door for yourself. it’s sweet and the numerous envious stares you’ve received from bystanders tells you everything you need to know.

☆ has a hand on your waist to direct you when you're walking

you’re known to be quite clumsy. the type to bump into a glass door while reading a message on their phone, the type to let the sink overflow after zoning out, the type to break your heel in a pothole while being busy ranting to your friends. something else you’re known for is being unable to walk straight and do something else. you can’t even take a look at your friend walking next to you without wandering for the life of you. joshua directly noticed that about you and so now, every time he can, he would keep a hand on your waist (with your consent). having his hand on your waist isn’t only to show everyone you’re his, it’s also so that joshua can make sure you don’t wander off, to keep you on the right track as you’re now walking in a straight line, thanks to his help.

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kikufukus · 3 months

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𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 Going Seventeen: Don't Lie

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little-svt · 1 year

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FEMME-READER | ANGST & FLUFF | LOVE TRIANGLE

Wc: 3.8k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Falling For U pt. 1

After seven months of dating and three months of being his caregiver, you’d finally found a good groove together. Jeonghan always seemed to be on the edge of regressing when he was comfy, sleepy or clingy which was most times.

It used to be a little overwhelming but you’d notice how regressing frequently helped him stay in control, even typically staying a happy medium age of around 6 years old. He never had to stray far from that. But it also depended on who he was with and his needs. Recording during a demanding Going Seventeen episode wasn’t always a good environment to let it out. Especially when GoSe was on the road, taking them to Jeju for the next two episodes.

Thankfully Jeonghan had talked you into coming along this time, saying he’d put you in his suitcase if he had to. It hadn’t taken much convincing, you were sure you’d get to enjoy the island just a little, even if it was for work.

An hour flight and a fifteen- minute car ride later and the two of you were checked into your hotel room with plans to have dinner with the guys once you’d settled in. Some drinking and babysitting would be involved, no doubt. Jeonghan had taken the chance to nap of course even though the flight had been short. Very on character, he’d probably fall asleep again if given the chance.

Still waking up, he hauled his suitcase onto the king sized bed in the suite, taking a moment to glance around as he tucked his hair behind his ears. It wasn’t the nicest suite he’d stayed in but it was still fairly good. It was two connected rooms. One with a large flat screen, a small table with two chairs, a sofa with a coffee table and stands to match. The other was the bedroom,the mattress seemed pretty comfortable from what he could feel with his hands and the closet space average, another tv mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Luckily there weren’t too many mirrors outside of the bathroom so he’d already spotted the perfect place to do a live for Carats later on the trip.

Unzipping his personal suitcase he decided to get some things set out in case he came home drunk later on. While moving stuff around and setting them on the cream-white comforter, he happened to notice something was absent. Deciding not to think too much of it, he swapped out his hoodie for an oversized t-shirt and jacket for dinner. When you finally came out of the bathroom and began to do the same as him he glanced over at the contents of your suitcase and again did not find what he was looking for.

“Babe? Did you pack Shuji in my clothes?”, he commented as nonchalantly as he could, as if it didn’t set a spark to his nerves, setting his suitcase in the closet area to worry about later. Rubbing his hands on his pants as they began to sweat, he looked at you, hoping you had the answer. He’d never traveled without it since Joshua gave it to him, even if he didn’t plan on regressing.

“Hm? Oh. No-”, you thought for a moment trying to remember your packing process. The day you’d packed, only a week ago, Jeonghan had had a particularly exhausting day and you’d decided to help him regress, spending the evening snuggling and putting together a Lego set,”- you didn’t pack him?”

Quickly you realized the mistake both of you had made. The bunny plush Jeonghan had grown so attached to sat at home in the center of your bed. He hadn’t always been a plushy man, but Joshua, his first caregiver before you came along, was the first to notice Jeonghan’s habit of keeping something with him, usually spoons for comfort, to feel more secure. The plushy friend, named after Joshua, became something Jeonghan couldn’t travel without. Most times it would sit at home, sometimes finding it’s place in his arms when he slept, but when he had a show or especially when he traveled, little bunny Joshuji was the first thing in his suitcase. A grown man getting anxious over such a thing, Jeonghan was already beating himself up.

“Hold on. Let me check.”, you closed your own suitcase and went to the door to lug his other suitcase to the bed, only to find it filled with clothes as you worried it would be. When you looked up again, you found his anxiety reflected clearly on the outside as he stood tense, fists balled tightly at his sides, any emotion absent from his face as he swallowed loudly, trying to stay in control.

“Jeonghan?”, you crossed the room, your fingers smoothing over the fabric of his jacket, straightening it, just a bit of comfort as you searched his face. But that little bit of comfort, your touch made his lip quiver and his nose twitch as he tried to fight off his tears.

“Need something…”, he jerked away from you, frantically closing his eyes, his hands clenching at nothing.

“What? What do you need?”, you stepped back, surprised that he wanted space instead of being his usually cuddly self and melting into your touch as he usually did. Instead his breath quickened and he wiped his hands anxiously against his pants, grabbing at the fabric. He only acted like this on the rare occasion he needed to fight off his regression. Jeonghan wasn’t the type to regress involuntarily but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened once or twice when he was stressed out of his mind.

“Dunno.. something? Spoon?”, his eyes shut tighter for a moment, fluttering as he took a step back, then two until he met that wall, pressing his palms to the cold, smooth texture. But it wouldn’t be so easy to go back to spoons or chopsticks after having his bunny.

”Joshuji. Want my bunny.”

Tears slipped from his pretty, tired eyes as sweet short sobs left his pretty lips before you could even try to look for a spoon or something to ground him.

“Baby… aw. You’re so stressed aren’t you sweetie.”, you sighed, cautiously reaching to pull his head to rest on your shoulder, which he gave into tensely but no longer resisted your comfort. It wasn’t often something that seemed so small would make him regress.

“W-what am I gonna d-do?”, he stuttered, his hands quickly clinging tightly to your shirt, his tear streaked face snuggled into your shoulder. Jeonghan relied heavily on the stability of something like his bunny when the world around him was so out of his control. The relief that he could come home and recharge or carry is with him, it would always be there. You couldn’t help but feel at fault for forgetting something so important.

“Hannie, it’s okay. Hey, look. We can go out first thing tomorrow and get a new plushy friend and surprise your bunny Joshuji? Hm?”, curling his long dark hair around your fingers in a gentle, repeated motion, you soothed him and allowed him to cry his heart out, in between accepting and not accepting the fact that he couldn’t have his bunny now or for the rest of the trip.

Walking him to the bed, sitting him next to you and removing his jacket, you kept his head on your shoulder. Though his tears began to slow, his eyes, nose and lips were already red and puffy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy forgot to pack him.”, you whispered with a heavy heart.

“We get Shuji a friend?”, he asked sadly with a little nod between wet sniffles, looking at the floor while playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course. I promise, angel.”

Going out with the guys obviously wasn’t an option anymore, Jeonghan had exhausted himself within less than an hour after arriving at the hotel. Sad Hannie was a needy Hannie. Especially when he was sleepy as he was getting, luring you to the head of the bed to lay in your arms and tiredly miss his little plushy friend.

“Cheol?”, you asked, the background rather noisy but that wasn’t out of the norm.

“No, it’s Chaann~”

You didn’t ask why he had Seungcheol’s phone, Hannie pouting up at you to make the phone call quick so it could be the two of you again.

“Jeonghan isn’t feeling well so we’re not coming out tonight. Let Cheol know. And don’t let anyone drink to the point where they can’t walk tonight because I’m not coming to save you.”, chewing the inside of your cheek waiting for the noise and laughter on the other end to turn into words.

“Yea, got it y/n! You and Jeonghan Hyung have fuun!”, you could almost hear the wiggle in his eyebrows. With a roll of your eyes you hung up and sighed, your little one snuggling closer again and becoming fluid against your body.

As you eyed the room, seeing if the television remote was within reach, Hannie drifted off on your chest, peacefully suckling the tip of his thumb. A distant knocking at the door, alerted you and made your little one squirm a little when he was so close to sleep. You’d put the ‘do not disturb’ sign out when you’d entered the room so it couldn’t have been room service. Pressing your lips together firmly, you looked down at your baby with his eyes closed, eyebrows wrinkling together at the noise before relaxing again as he fell a little deeper, his dreams just in reach.

Another knock assured that whoever was interrupting your exhausted Hannie’s sleep was not going away.

“Mommy’s gotta get up, angel. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll be right back, I promise.”, you tried to shimmy out of his hold but there was no way he was going to let you escape his hold without a fuss.

“Noo…”, he whined, sitting up with you, rubbing his eye with a pout. Sighing, you stood from the bed and held out your arms. If he was small enough for you to carry him around, he’d have crawled into your embrace easily. But instead he has to crawl out of bed, clinging to you as you brought him with you to answer the door.

Joshua turned back to the door as it opened, hanging up the call just as your phone began to ring.

“Sorry.”, he gave a short laugh, observing the waddling, sleepy baby that clung to your shirt that lifted a hand to rub the sleepy from his eye.

“Hey, buddy! Did uncle Shua wake you??”, Joshua spoke softly as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him and lowering his posture a bit to get a good look at the pouty angel’s face with a smile.

Not all of his members knew about Jeonghan’s regression, but Joshua was one of the trusted few that had filled in as his caregivers before you’d met.

“Nuh-uh”, Hannie gave Joshua a confused look before shaking his head sleepily. Though, Joshua definitely had.

Needing to de-stress after Hannie’s little breakdown, you were a little relieved Joshua showed up when he did.

Seeing his little guy with puffy, red eyes, Joshua could already tell you needed a break and a little help even if it meant he was on babysitting duty, time together with his Hannie wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Putting his phone in his pocket and kicking off his shoes, he pat Hannie’s head and took his hand and walked him to the sofa, sitting down with the little one in front of him who had followed without question. Well, maybe a little question but he had the real life Shua right in front of him, the perfect replacement for his bunny would be the real thing wouldn’t it? He certainly wasn’t gonna fuss about that.

“It’s been a while since we got a good snuggle in, hasn’t it, bubs?”, he gave Hannie a meaningful look, his soft Bambi eyes shifting to you, gesturing that he could take it from there.

Crawling into his lap, sleepily, Hannie snuggled against Joshua’s shoulder contently, caring little about whatever show that had been put on to soothe him now that he had the attention of his Joshuji.

Seeing Hannie so comfortable with Joshua as circles were rubbed on his back, you relaxed, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your jacket to venture out and scavenge dinner for the three of you since no one would be going out tonight.

When you finally returned, settling on Kimchi jjigae since spaghetti didn’t seem to be something you could quickly find in the area, you let yourself into the room as silently as possible, Joshua sat with Hannie in his arms, stroking the hair from his face and admiring him lovingly. It was picturesque, the two of them together.

“You’re really a natural. You cared for him a lot before, didn’t you?”, you smiled softly, hanging your coat and setting the takeout on the glass tabletop.

“A few of the guys, Cheolie, Dokyeom, and Myungho mainly helped out when the opportunity came up, but yea. It was mainly me and him for the past few years. Siince he first started regressing, really..”, he nodded, trailing off. The air was heavy with emotion; a shared appreciation of the other, your guilt and his regret. Moments passed before he continued, your fingers walking over the cool glass of the table, glancing away when your eyes lingered too long.

“I’m grateful he has you but I do miss this.”, the corner of his mouth curved up, contented to be able to have this bonding with his little one again, even temporarily.

Hannie whimpered, stirring from his sleep to find his arms empty of his plushie, making Joshua’s instincts take over. His effortless aptitude, caring and passion for Hannie was decidedly his most attractive feature.

“Hey, hey. I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m right here…”, he stroked Hannie’s cheek, making sure his pretty dark hair was out of his eyes so he could see clearly that Joshua was right in front of him. How quickly your angel seemed to settle left you in awe.

“Daddy here..?”, Hannie nodded, sniffling in his half awake state as Joshua cooed, calming him further. It had been a long time since his Daddy had been there to comfort him, he couldn’t help but need reassurance.

“Yes, little one-“, Joshua sent you a pained look of apology, he had nothing but pure respect and admiration for you but Hannie’s headspace came first, especially when he regressed this young, “- Daddy’s right here, angel.”

Hearing that, Hannie relaxed, his arms folded into his chest as he curled again his Daddy, until he realized something was missing, someone was missing.

“What’s going on, buddy?”, Joshua cooed as Hannie’s eyes fluttered open, but he was already lifting his head and looking around for what was missing.

“Mommy??”, anxiously, his eyes darted from the door, around the room until he found you seated at the table. In all honestly, you couldn’t help but have felt left out of their bond, but the way he searched for you, he needed you, it soothed the ache in your heart and brought a smile to your lips.

“I’m here, sweetie.”, you assured him.

Shifting in Joshua’s lap to face you, he made sleepy grabby hands. Standing from your chair, you came forward to take his hand but he frowned, tugging at it a little.

“What is it, baby?”, you asked, but Joshua grinned, knowing exactly what the needy baby wanted.

“You wanna cuddle with both Mommy and Daddy, angel?”, he questioned, looking up at you.

Hannie made a little noise of agreement which you pondered over. You felt a bit shy and anxious yourself in this situation, Joshua being his first caregiver. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable but you weren’t sure you had the heart to take this from them. It’d had to have been months since they’d been able to have time together like this. Daddy and Hannie time.

“How about, we fill little hannies tummy and then Mommy and Daddy can cuddle you until you’re sick of us?”, Joshua took the lead, helping a giggling Hannie sit up who was elated at the thought of having his two favorite people all to himself.

“Momma got stwawbie milk??”, he asked hopefully, lifting his head to search the contents of the table to see the familiar little carton.

“Yes baby. But only one with dinner so it doesn’t hurt your little tummy”, you laughed, standing to set out places for the three of you.

Heaving Hannie up in his arms, Joshua lifted him from the couch easily, carrying a squealing little boy to the table, giggling and laughing.

“Yea, no extra sugar for you, little man. You’re getting heavy.”, Joshua teased. Of course he wasn’t, but teasing was one of their love languages. Part of you wished you could carry your baby like that, so easily Joshua was able to make him feel small in every way he deserved.

Joshua looked to you, asking with his eyes if you wanna take him but it was refreshing to see the two of them like this. So a quick smile and Joshua was setting Hannie in his lap and feeding him every other bite as you all ate dinner together.

Just after they’d finished, Joshua’s phone rang, Cheol calling to check up on them. With a gentle pat on Hannie’s head, he left the bedtime bath to you.

Once the tub was filled with bubbles and Hannie settled in the warm water, playing with the travel sized soaps like little dolls, he asked you and interesting question.

“Mommy like Daddy?”, he asked, walking the tiny bottles across the edge of the tub, mumble singing a made up tune.

Thinking on it for a moment, you remembered how Joshua had introduced himself as ‘Uncle’. Joshua truly was a gentleman, taking a step back to respect your relationship and distancing himself. But that wouldn’t work with your stubborn baby boy at all.

“Yea of course!”, you weren’t exactly sure what he’d meant but Joshua was easy to be around, and two caregivers would always be better than one when their bond was as close as it was, “Do you like Daddy being around more??”

“Lub Daddy and Mommy. Want mommy and daddy to hab lub too.”, he rested his head, squishing his cheek on the edge of the tub.

“So cute.”, you pinched his other cheek and brushed it off as the innocent ramblings of a three year old. But your little matchmaker deserved a little more credit than that.

While you dressed Hannie, pulling his shirt down and over his head, Joshua walked into the bathroom as if it was the most natural thing in the world, taking the towel from the sink and playfully ruffling over Hannie’s damp hair.

“Let’s get you all dry, bubs.”, Joshua teased, peaking under the towel at Hannie’s giggling face, punching at his smiley, glowing cheeks.

“But ‘m already dry, Daddy!”, while his body was dry, Hannie always forgot they still needed to dry his hair.

“Oh are you? Huh, then maybe Mommy needs to dry off?”, Joshua asked, grinning as he threw the towel over your head.

Huffing, it took all your power not to laugh as you threw it back at Joshua who only gave you an impish bunny smile, sharing the moment with you before it was back to business..

“Alright, we gotta dry your hair for real this time, okay? Come here.”, swiftly, Joshua extended the corded hair dryer from the wall and called Hannie to sit on the floor between his legs and Joshua sat against the wall. It’d be pointless to stand, the warmth was sure to have Hannie dozing off in no time.

Getting ready for bed yourself, you watched Joshua with nothing but patience, expertly dry your little angel’s hair as he all but fell asleep in his lap. Ignoring the flutter in your heart for the upteemth time seemed to be redundant. Having Joshua around was comforting, you were sure you could speak for both you and your little one. It was a talk for big Hannie, but for now, this was okay.

The moment the hair dryer was switched off, Hannie opened his eyes and frowned at the loss of the warmth, opting to turn into Joshua’s arms. That was okay with Josh, he’d planned to carry him to bed anyways. Tucking Hannie into bed, you crawled in next to him. Joshua lay on his side over the covers, running his fingers through Hannie’s hair and staring between the two of you purposefully through the stillness as he planned his goodnight and goodbye.

“I should get going, angel…”, he spoke regretfully, slow blinks eyes his eyes looked for yours.

You could only tell who he was speaking to because of the nickname he’d added, his gaze constantly shifting between the two of you.

“Joshuji!”, Hannie huffed in defiance, holding on to Joshua’s shirt, tugging on it grumpily.

“What is it?”, Joshua laughed, sighing as he sunk back into the bed. You hadn’t told Josh about forgetting Hannie’s bunny at home, he could have easily thought Hannie was just talking to him.

“Mommy forgot his bunny at home. Looks like you have to stand in as a replacement.”, you giggled, earning a sleepy, amused twinkle from your little one as he agreed. Thinking for a moment Joshua rolled to turn off the lamp on his side of the bed, a smaller lamp still giving a dark glow to the room.

“Is this okay, bubs?”, he asked about the light, most of the time Hannie had a hard time sleeping if it wasn’t completely dark.

“Daddy stay?”, Hannie asked, rolling to face him, his hands searching for Joshua’s, playing with his welcoming fingers.

“Okay.”

After an emotional evening, Hannie was finally out like a light with you drifting off beside him. But Joshua wasn’t quite there yet. It really has been a long time since he’d felt something like this. Or even allowed to feel something like this. Jeonghan in front of him, his little one again in his arms, so easily slipping back into his heart and bringing someone along with him. He wasn’t sure when a strand of your hair had fallen over your face, but on impulse, his fingertips were already there, brushing it back and waking you in the process.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered with a wince, sending you a thoughtful smile, a blush one could only feel, radiating from his face in the darkness.

“Shhh!”, you suppressed a giggle, doing your best not to wake Hannie who was deep in a much deserved slumber, though your heart was having other ideas, thudding, booming louder than a thunderstorm.

Those soft Bambi eyes again locked with yours as the two of you lay blissfully with your head against the fluffy hotel pillows. You weren’t sure who fell asleep first but his warm, adoring gaze was the last thing on your mind when your eyes closed for the last time that evening.

🧸Endnote: posting this as to not break my every Tuesday streak but I can promise part two will be out soon ㅠ ㅠ lowkey out here squealing and kicking my feet. Still can’t believe this will be my longest work ever completed and it’s only part one. Anyways, you can bet on me to write the most delulu thing you can think of 🤩 also I have this song looped 24/7 eheheh already working on part two and as always, feedback is much appreciated 😖🤧💗 I SWEAR I’ll post something other than Josh or Hannie the next few weeks!!! ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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itsbeeble · 8 months

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yall there’s a svt fic that im looking fkr right but i dont remember the name or the author BUR i know that it’s a joshua fic where reader is taken to a pottery class for a bachelorette party and she lowkey is trash but joshua is like the instructor or wtv and is like “i’ll teach you 🥰🥰🥰” and they end up doing some ✨individual sessions✨together and start dating and its v cute IF YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT I BEG YOU TO LMK

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luv1woo · 1 year

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[17’S 조슈아] 잘 다녀올게요 캐럿들 ! ❤️

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theselfishkid · 2 years

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Hong Jisoo (홍지수)

USER: joshu_acoustic 🦌

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holocenestatelines · 2 years

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[ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴅᴀʏ ]

#svt #seventeen #joshua #joshua hong #svt joshua #svt joshua hong #svt moodboards #seventeen moodboards #joshua moodboard #joshua hong moodboard #pastel aesthetic #🖤.txt

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sunflowercheol · 1 year

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Creepy Carnival

Joshua (ft SVT) x Y/N

Word Count: 567

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Out of all the things we could’ve done today,” you mumble grouchily alongside Joshua.

“I think this is a cute thing we could have done today!” Joshua replies enthusiastically, grabbing your hand.

You hear the faint screams of the other boys as the two of you walk past a rusted Ferris wheel.

“Okay, so tell me this,” you stop walking and tug on Joshua’s hand since he kept walking. He turns to face you and nods at you to continue. “Why are your members with us if it was a date night?”

Joshua rubs the back of his neck. “Well,” he starts off hesitantly.

“You made plans with them and forgot about our date, didn’t you?” you narrow your eyes at him, noticing his hesitance.

“I wouldn’t say forget per say,” Joshua tries to explain himself.

“Oh no, he told me that he totally forgot until you texted him this morning,” Jeonghan pops out of nowhere and says.

“Dude,” Joshua complains, hitting him in the arm.

“Control your violent man, Y/N,” Jeonghan teases as he walks away from the two of you.

Joshua tugs on your hand to get you walking again.

“So,” you prod at Joshua as he hasn’t said anything in the past few minutes.

“Okay, it was more of a promise that we would do this around Halloween since Jeonghan found it earlier this year,” he explains as he walks towards where there was an old Merry-Go-Round.

He helps you on one of the carriages on it. “You could have told me,” you pout and snuggle into his open arms.

He chuckles and rests his chin on top of your head. “Would you have came out with me tonight?”

You consider it for a moment before responding. “No cause it’s a creepy, abandoned carnival. Who knows what’s here,” you shiver, getting the feeling that someone was watching you both.

Joshua’s grasp tightens on you and is about to start speaking when someone pops out from behind you two, screaming their lungs out.

You and Joshua jump up so quick that you accidently bump your head into his chin which causes him to bite his tongue.

“Fuck,” he curses and glares at Soonyoung who is laughing with Chan behind where you two were sitting peacefully. You rub his chin as he holds it and apologize profusely.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault,” he whispers to you, kissing the back of your hand that is rubbing his now red chin.

“You’re supposed to be with the members,” Seungkwan sassily says as he walks towards the four of you.

“Not possibly making babies,” Seokmin fake gags as he pops up from behind Seungkwan, scaring him. Seungkwan screams and punches Seokmin in the arm.

They all start arguing that they forgot about the two of you. Joshua lightly tugs on your sweater and motions for the two of you to slowly walk away from the scene as soon as you make eye contact with him.

“Wait,” Chan interrupts the dumb argument by standing in between Seungkwan and Seokmin. “Where did they go?”

You two take off running as soon as you hear Chan.

“Why are we here again?” you ask Joshua loudly, almost tripping over your two feet as you look back to see the members trying to look for you two.

“I blame Jeonghan,” Joshua yells over his shoulder, tugging you to a quiet and member-less area.

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okaydinos · 2 years

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220628 6:52 a.m.

in the lights.

#joshua #joshua hong #jisoo #hong jisoo #seventeen #svt #svt joshua #svt joshua hong #svt jisoo #svt hong jisoo #p #p: shua

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sssaythenamesvt · 10 months

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Joshua's House

Welcome to Seventeen's Gentlemen's House. You would be treated like the kings and queens you deserve. Sunday mornings are filled with warm words and smile with a few lazy cuddles.

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Until the World Ends

Paring: Joshua X reader Warning: Mentions of death, Inspired by seventeen's song "Even if the world ends tomorrow" Genre: Angst, Fluff Summary: “I want to dance one last time and see the world end with you”

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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MEANT FOR EACH OTHER

genre. fluff. soulmate au. idol au. warnings. drinking. some crying. pairing. idol!joshua x fem!reader. wc. 2.1k. a/n. from this req!

Dating in a world where soulmates existed was hell. Whether you said it out loud or not, you knew the relationship you were currently in was going nowhere. As much as you wanted to love your boyfriend, you didn’t feel attached to him. The most you felt was a small sense of liking, but you would be lying if you said you loved him. And he felt the exact same way. You weren’t meant for each other and it showed in every interaction.

You were always awkward and a bit reserved around each other, always scared to initiate physical touch. It felt as if you had chosen each other as a temporary fix before meeting your actual soulmates. But, you were also too scared to break up until you found the one for you.

You knew he would find his soulmate soon. Everyone had a connection to their soulmate, whether it was matching writing on their body or being able to hear them talk. For your boyfriend, his heart would speed up when he was near them.

This is why you felt more relief than pain when your boyfriend told you that he had finally met his soulmate one day. He had been searching for months, and you had even tried to help him with his task, so you were completely happy for him. He even introduced you to his soulmate. You would miss spending time with him, to be honest. He was a sweetheart, even if he wasn’t who you were meant to be with.

Once he officially left, it really hit you. All your friends had found their soulmates, and now, even your ex had found his. Why was it taking you so long? As for the connection to your soulmate, you hadn’t noticed anything of the sort.

Your heart didn’t speed up. There was no writing on your arms. And you certainly couldn’t communicate. Your best friend assured you that it was only a matter of time. Everyone had a soulmate. There was no exception to it.

And you would wait as long as it took, but your heart still ached months after breaking up and feeling as if you were no closer.

And what’s the natural thing to do when you’re depressed? Drinking. You were always terrified to go out drinking alone, so you bought 5 bottles of soju from the store along with some ramen and other unhealthy snacks. You settled down on your couch, switched on some music and got to drinking.

You hadn’t been able to cry from your situation no matter how much you wanted to. It was strange, being in such pain but not able to express it. You felt unbearably numb. You’d give anything to just be able to feel something other than hopelessness. You gulped down more soju and the TV screen in your living room displayed a random YouTube Mix, skipping to the next cover in the queue.

You glanced over the title. Seventeen. You had heard of them before. 13 member group, insanely talented, synchronisation kings, etc. You closed your eyes, the surprisingly gorgeous cover of double take soothing you. You opened your eyes again, staring at the screen in your drunk state.

“Wait a second… 0 seconds ago?” You whispered in shock, looking at the date of the video release. Your eyes scanned over the screen once more. Joshua.

Before you knew it, tears started to break through. You weren’t sure if it was the song or if it was him. You couldn’t look at anything other than the screen, tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched him sing.

The cover video was all so simple, but it made you feel. It made you cry. Joshua was in a simple green cardigan and white shirt underneath, sitting in a producing studio. His light brown hair looked incredibly soft.

You choked up from the amount of comfort you felt at that moment. What was going on? You didn’t understand where the sudden rush of emotion came from. You hadn’t felt anything so intensely in so long.

You listened to the cover again… and then again. You were still a bit drunk when you had an inkling of a feeling and started to research. You googled the public list of all recorded soul bonds. It took a while, but eventually you found it. Iuntus Sensus.

“Iuntus Sensus or Connected Emotions: When the two souls’ emotions are connected and can be felt by the other even when they are apart. This soul bond is activated as soon as one sees their soulmate for the first time, and again each time they look at their soulmate. The bond is activated when looking at photos, watching videos, or being in person with one’s soulmate.”

You read further into it, everything matching up with what you just felt. From people feeling numb before meeting their soulmate and suddenly being able to feel again, to the intense comforting feeling that was common as the first emotion you felt.

“Could he really be my soulmate?” You wondered aloud. The description seemed to match up but was the probability of it being the case really high enough?

You kept thinking that you were nowhere near good enough to be a famous K-pop idol’s soulmate. But, then again, K-pop idols were just regular people at the end of the day. Yes, they were talented and pretty and famous, but they had soulmates too. You wondered what Joshua was like, if he really was your soulmate.

You spent the next few days watching as much content focused on Joshua as possible. Of course, you ended up becoming a massive carat in that time. It was impossible to not fall in love with the group as a whole, but you really could never take your eyes off of Joshua when he was on screen.

You quickly became an addict of his double take cover, as well as every time he infamously sang sunday morning. Those two covers became your go-to background noise when you worked from home or were relaxing.

You wanted to tell your best friend that you thought you had found your soulmate, but given that you thought he was a world famous K-pop idol and weren’t 100% sure yet, you held off. If you had told her based on the ridiculous story you had so far, there was no way she would take you seriously.

You wondered all the time if Joshua could feel your emotions because you could feel his, or if he still couldn’t because he hadn’t seen your face yet. What if he was wondering where his soulmate was just like you were a month ago?

It was that driving thought that convinced you to pay for tickets to go to one of Seventeen’s fansigns. Joshua would be there, and if he really was your soulmate, all it would take was one look at your face to know. Despite the short 1 minute of expected interaction time, you weren’t scared that it wouldn’t be enough. As long as he saw your face, that was all that was needed.

You dressed in something you felt pretty in, hoping to boost your confidence since you were starting to feel a bit nervous as the time of the fansign crept closer and closer. You stood in line, fiddling with your fingers and the album that you held in your hand as an anxious habit.

You were glad you were standing towards the back of the line since it gave you more time to prepare for meeting your potential soulmate. When you first caught a glimpse of Joshua sitting up at the tables, you felt happy. Or… you felt him feeling happy. You weren’t quite sure since the soul bond was still a bit confusing to you.

Finally, it was your turn in line. You smiled at Mingyu and gave him your album to sign, trying your best to pay attention to him instead of glancing over at Joshua who was further down in line. Talking to each member went by quickly, and soon Mingyu, Hoshi, Dino, S.Coups, Wonwoo, Jeonghan and Seungkwan had signed your album. Joshua was next.

You stepped in front of him, nerves bundling in your stomach for as long as you looked down at the floor. As soon as you looked at him and made eye contact, all the nerves went away. Joshua smiled at you, you smiled back. He took the album from your hand and asked your name.

“Y/n.” You told him, watching his eyebrows furrow and creases form on his forehead. He scribbled down a note and then looked back up to you, studying your face closely.

He tilted his head slightly, “I feel like I’ve… seen you before.”

“Really?” You asked, holding your breath. Joshua nodded, still looking a bit confused. He held up both his hands in a sort of high-five and you moved to hold them.

You both felt a shock like electricity when you touched his hand. You were startled, eyes widening as you stared back at his face. You reached out again and Joshua laced your fingers with his, the confusion slowly leaving his face. You felt a burst of happiness and Joshua smiled that gorgeous smile.

“So, it’s you.” He whispered.

“I knew it was you.” You admitted, piquing Joshua’s interest immediately. “I’ll tell you later.” You said, smiling at the thought that there would be a later. “Wouldn’t want to hold up the line…” You added, aware that you had been talking to him for a bit longer than a minute already and that he was still clutching onto your hand like you would disappear.

“Wait- Y/n, can you stay around?” He asked quickly. “I’ll tell the security to let you in later.”

“Okay.” You nodded, letting go of his hand finally. You gave him a reassuring smile once you felt the sudden surge of anxiety from him. You moved along the line before anyone noticed you lingering in front of Joshua, greeting Woozi with a small smile and giving him your album to sign.

You waited outside until someone let you in like Joshua had told you. You weren’t that nervous anymore, now that you knew he was your soulmate. You were mostly excited that you would be able to get to know him better. You expected a security guard to be the face you saw when the doors finally opened, but instead it was Joshua himself, rushing out of the glass doors. He looked around for 2 seconds before spotting you and grinning, not wasting any time to join you at the table you sat at.

“Hi again.” He said nervously.

“Hi.” You laughed.

“You’re a lot prettier than I expected my soulmate to be.” Joshua murmured. You could feel he was still a bit nervous, though that sentence was right on brand for him.

“I didn’t expect you to be so nervous meeting me.” You replied. You weren’t sure where you were getting all the confidence that you seemed to have. Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of ‘he’s the one’. You finally didn’t have to be hesitant or reserved anymore, and that feeling was incredibly freeing for you.

“You said you knew it was me, early at the fansign?” Joshua prompted.

You nodded, “I’ve known it was you for a while now… otherwise I wouldn’t have come.” You paused, but Joshua seemed eager to hear the full story, so you told him. Everything from hearing his cover while drunk to watching as much content of his as possible, you didn’t let a single detail slip.

Joshua seemed entranced by you as you talked, smiling at your every word and blushing slightly whenever you complimented him. You sat there talking with him for longer than you expected, and soon lost track of the time completely. You only realised that it might have been a bit too long when the street lamps flickered on and you felt the chill from the night air.

Joshua glanced at his phone time, “Oh, it’s already after 9 pm. You should get home.”

You nodded, “It’s not far, so I’ll just walk.”

“I can’t let you walk back in the dark, even if it is close.” Joshua insisted, offering you his hand with a smile.

You took it gingerly, walking back to your old apartment hand-in-hand, taking as long as possible to prolong the time spent together. But even when purposefully walking as slow as you could, you arrived at your apartment building sooner than either of you would’ve liked.

“I feel like there’s… something missing?” You said what Joshua was also thinking.

He paused, butterflies going wild in his stomach, “May I?” He asked softly, leaning in slightly. You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning up to meet him halfway.

As soon as your lips touched it was like everything made sense. It felt so right, so perfect. He was the one meant for you. He was your soulmate.

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sluttywoozi · 1 month

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Golden Hour | husband!joshua x reader

After a long day of surf and sun, Joshua somehow still has the energy to fuck you into the hotel mattress. Being in love (and obsessed) with his wife always pays off.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.4k | Pairing: hjs x reader | Genre: smut

Part of the Husband Joshua series! Can be read as a standalone

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Warnings: idk how to surf so if this is wrong blame wikihow, possessive!josh, drink mention but it doesn’t have to be alcoholic, oral r. rec., spitting, some spanking, fingering, piv sex, breeding kink but they don't want kids, creampie(s), cockwarming

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, on some form of birth control, referred to as a wife, wears a bikini (every body is a bikini body), wears a dress

Joshua raises a hand to his face, holding it above his eyes to block the glaring sun as he scans the crowded shore for you. He’s been out in the water for a while, trying to improve his surfing skills and also perhaps trying to impress you, just a little. Neither you nor him have been to the beach since your honeymoon, and he doesn’t want you to think those lessons he splurged on while you were having a spa day were for nothing.

He’s caught a few waves so far but hasn’t made it close enough to the shore to see your face, so he has no idea if you’ve been watching him or if you’ve just been reading and listening to music. He won’t be hurt if you haven’t had your eyes on him, but he does want you to see him ride at least one wave.

He hears some murmurs from the few other surfers in front of him and turns around, instantly seeing what has them talking. There’s a big one coming in, building and building and building, and if he starts paddling now, he just might make it.

So he leans forward onto his stomach, his arms powering through the water even as his muscles begin to ache from so much use. The ocean beneath him starts getting sucked in, contributing to the rolling wave, and he prepares himself to pop up and find his balance.

His heart races as he takes off, getting his feet beneath him and standing on steady legs, his arms loose and his eyes trained on the shore. He rides the wave as far as he can, bailing when it starts to peter out and immediately swimming up to catch his breath. Climbing back onto his board, he looks around for your rented rainbow sun umbrella, grinning when he realizes he’s much closer to it than he thought he’d be.

You’re not under it though, his smile dropping as he starts to survey the beach, searching for you. He can’t seem to find you, and for some reason that has his heart racing again, this time in anxiety rather than exhilaration.

“Joshie! That was amazing!” You exclaim from somewhere to the left of him, your voice just a bit faint but still easily recognizable. He whips his head over, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he sets eyes on you, wading waist deep in the clear blue water and making your way toward him.

He beams and hops off the board, closing the remaining distance and catching you with one arm as you launch yourself at him. The other keeps hold of his board, though he wishes he had both hands free to hug you back.

He also wishes he could feel your skin against his, but his swim shirt is still in the way and he won’t be able to take it off until you let go of him, which he’s not going to ask you to do any time soon.

It’s silly but he’s missed you while he was out surfing, even though it’s only been a couple of hours. You’ve been on vacation for three days already and he’s grown used to sharing every minute with you, being in your presence for each breath in and each breath out, bar bathroom breaks and the one nap you took without him when he wanted to explore and you wanted to stay in.

He wishes it could be like this all the time, but he’ll settle for the rest of the week if only because he knows he’ll have you for the rest of his life.

Too soon, you pull away, sliding your hands from his shoulders to rest on his chest, your touch appreciative and the slightest bit possessive. His hand on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh exposed by your bikini. You let him pick out your swimsuit today, and while some men might want to cover their wife up, he’s the opposite.

He thinks it’s hot that people are looking at you, wanting you, not knowing he’s the only one you’ll ever go home with. They realize when he presses his lips to yours in a claiming kiss, when he lets his hands wander a little, when they notice the matching rings on your left fourth fingers.

He doesn’t even know if anyone is looking at you now, too busy staring into your eyes to notice anything else, but he feels the urge all the same. You can already tell what he wants, leaning in to meet him in the middle as he kisses you deeply, slowly, sucking at your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth when it opens on a gasp.

His hand slips down to your ass, squeezing it over your swimsuit hard, pulling your cheek up and over, surely tugging at your pussy too. You squirm against his chest, pressing closer to him as your fingernails dig into his pecs.

He remembers you’re at a public beach when a wave crashes into you, and thank goodness it did because he was millimeters away from slipping his hand into your bikini bottoms so he could find out if you’re wet from the water or wet for him.

He pulls away and laughs, shifting his hand to your lower back and pecking you one last time before breathing, “Should we head back to the room?”

“Yeah, I think we should. Wanna lay out enough to dry off first?” You offer hopefully, and while he kind of just wants to throw you over his shoulder and haul you to the hotel now, he knows you hate tracking water through the clean lobby.

“Sure, baby, we can do that,” he smiles fondly, giving you one last squeeze and releasing you. His board goes under one arm and you go under the other, your hand coming up to hold his as you walk back to the shore together.

He splits off from you to return the board to the surf shack, promising he’ll bring back one of those coconut drinks for you to share though he knows you’ll likely have most of it.

The line isn’t too long for the return of the board or the purchase of the coconut drink, thankfully, and he walks back to you with care, not wanting to spill even a drop.

You’re on your stomach to the side of the umbrella when he arrives, not under its shade but close enough that it’s obviously yours, a thick terry cloth blanket spread out under you with just enough room for his body too. He sighs contentedly as he sits next to you, handing over the drink and smiling as your eyes widen with glee, your lips pursing around the straw to take an excited sip.

He reaches for the hem of his surf shirt and yanks it off, wringing it out away from the blanket and laying it flat on the edge of the lounge you no longer occupy. You roll over to lay on your back and he feels your eyes on him like a physical touch, your gaze hot and familiar on his chest and stomach.

He loves how you look at him, loves that you’d rather stare at him than at the beautiful beach around you, loves even more that you’re obsessed with his body just like he’s obsessed with yours.

He also loves that this way, he can look at you too. You shift up onto your elbows, your breasts jiggling with the movement, and he feels a bolt of desire shoot straight down his spine as he lets his eyes lovingly travel over every available inch of you. Over your soft tummy and your squeezable hips and your perfect, perfect thighs. Thighs he wants to suffocate between. Thighs he wants to sink his teeth into. Thighs he wants to hold down to the bed as he-

“I think I’m dry enough. Are you?”

He clears his throat and attempts to clear his head, but images of you still swim through his thoughts, even as he nods and tugs at his board shorts to subtly adjust himself. They don’t feel as wet between his fingers, just damp, and when he reaches for his shirt, it’s close enough to dry that he only cringes a little as he pulls it back on.

You pack up together quickly, and Joshua is almost relieved when you reach for your dress and tug it over your head, needing a reprieve from your near naked body. He’s less relieved when he remembers that it’s a fucking sundress.

Of course it is, that’s all you’ve been wearing on this trip, and he doesn’t know how he forgot. This is worse, because it’s his favorite article of clothing on you, and because he knows all you’ve got on under it is an easily untied, flimsy little bikini.

It takes everything in him not to pull you into one of the changing cabanas, bend you over, and make you scream for him; he manages somehow, the knowledge that he can do the latter two when you get into the room tiding him over, but only just.

He’s silent while you return the umbrella, his hand tight around yours as you walk through the lobby, and he’s glad you know him well enough to understand that he’s not upset or annoyed, just nearly out of his mind with desire for you.

The wait for the elevator feels like eons, especially when he looks at you in the reflection of the metal doors, your form slightly fuzzy but clear enough for him to see the rise of your tits under your dress and the way the hem flutters gently over your thighs. Those thighs…

The doors part with a ding and you pull him inside, pressing the button for your floor before the elevator fills with other guests, leaving you and Joshua at the back. You’ll have to maneuver in between them to get out but it means he can slide his hand up your dress and squeeze your ass again, his fingers slipping under your bikini to touch your bare skin.

They creep closer to the heat between your legs with every stop, and he’s just about to reach your pussy when the elevator lands on your floor. He reluctantly takes his hand back and rights your dress, murmuring, “Excuse us,” as he weaves around the few people left. When the doors close behind you, he twines his fingers with yours and breaks into a jog, tugging you to the room and grinning as a few bitten back giggles escape you.

He bounces on his toes as you dig the card out of your bag, your trembling fingers inserting it into the lock and his hand turning the handle as soon as the light glows green. He pushes the door open for you, following closely with his other hand tight on your hip, his dick already hard and throbbing in anticipation.

You’ve barely set your bag down before he’s steering you to the bed, crowding you up against the edge, and pressing your shoulder to bend you over. He flips up the hem of your dress and tears down your bikini, knocking your legs apart with his own and pushing his left knee up until yours rests on the bed. He’s sure you expect him to drop his shorts and sink right into you, which is probably why you gasp when he falls to his knees and slaps your ass with both hands before spreading your cheeks apart and shoving his tongue inside of you.

You taste fucking divine, the beloved flavor of your pussy tinged with salty seawater, and he groans deeply into you, fucking his tongue in and out of your entrance and swallowing as his mouth fills with saliva and your arousal.

He fucks you with his tongue until you’re whining and shaking above him, tilting your hips to improve the angle and rocking into his movements. The leg keeping you up starts to quiver, and he pulls away just long enough to gasp out, “On the bed, baby, get on the bed.”

You listen, clumsily climbing up and stretching out for him, face down, ass up, just like he likes you. He smacks your ass again just because he can before spreading your pussy open with his thumbs and spitting on your clenching entrance. Some of it seeps inside of you and some of it trails down to your clit, leaving the bud glistening and just begging for his attention.

He leans down and wraps his lips around it, sucking in hard, quick pulses until you cry out, “Joshie, please!”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” he mumbles into you, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Your fingers, I want your fingers,” you whimper into the pillow, arching your back and pressing further into him in wanton need.

He licks his lips to get one last taste of you and slides two digits deep inside, giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling them out to the tip and sinking them back in. His pace rockets up, his tired muscles hard at work as he fucks you with his fingers, the wet sound of your pussy accepting them filling the air.

He wants to hear your voice too, slowing down and leaning over you to slide his fingers beneath your cheek and turn your head to the side so you’re no longer muffled by the pillow. Your gaze catches his and he smiles tenderly at you, pressing a kiss to your temple before returning to his previous position and hooking his fingertips into your g-spot, grinding harshly into it.

Predictably, you yelp, your eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on massaging that sensitive patch, his breath catching as he feels you get wetter around his fingers. You’re moaning now, your brows scrunched with pleasure and your mouth stuck open, and he reaches his free hand up to tap at your bottom lip with two fingers, sliding them into your mouth when you open wider for him.

You suction around them immediately, your tongue laving over his knuckles and bathing his fingers in saliva, and he feels his cock throb in his shorts in response, the memory of your perfect lips around it visceral and precious. He yanks his fingers back before he can get too distracted, reaching around you to sandwich your clit between them.

He starts fucking you with his other hand again, your hips jerking with it, stimulating your clit as he curls his fingertips towards your stomach, tapping your sweet spot with every thrust. It’s not long before you’re gasping out his name and clenching down, your thighs juddering as you fight to hold yourself up through the pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, pinching your clit harder and digging his fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch you out for another. A third squeezes in beside the first two, making you whine and claw at the duvet, your cunt contracting and trying to suck his fingers in deeper when he pulls them out.

“Fuck,” he groans, releasing your clit to press down on your back and deepen the arch, making it even easier for him to hit your g-spot. He wants to be inside of you, desperately, but he wants to make you cum again first, wants you to be so wet, he can just glide right in.

You’re getting close, he can tell by the way you’re pushing back into his thrusts and sobbing, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to say it, but it just feels so fucking right that he can’t stop the words from coming out.

“Cum for me and I’ll breed you full.”

You suck in a sharp gasp and bear down, your pussy rippling and leaking and fever hot as you break apart beneath him, your arousal soaking his hand and dripping down his wrist. It seems like it lasts forever, though he’s sure it helps that he’s still fucking his fingers into your g-spot as much as your tightness will allow.

He knows you’re done when you whimper brokenly and pull away from his touch, your hand reaching back to hold his wrist in place so he doesn’t follow you. He decides to let you catch your breath, sliding off the bed to shed his shorts and wipe his hand off on a towel, bringing it with him so he can spread it out under you like he should have done before.

You’re on your side when he returns, and he climbs back onto the mattress before carefully tugging at your shoulder and hip, pulling you to rest on your back and waiting for you to look at him.

When your eyes blink open, they’re teary and dazed, and you watch as he gathers a couple pillows, weakly lifting your hips just enough for him to slide them under you and lay the towel out on top of them. He’s gentle as he sets his hands on the backs of your knees and pushes your legs up, the angle making it easier for you to keep them tucked to your chest when your hands replace his.

He can tell your head is full of clouds by the way you gaze at him, and he attempts to bring you some clarity by asking, “Remember what I said before?”

You think for a second, your lips pouting as you try to recall, and he can’t resist leaning down over you and pressing his mouth to yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he soothes the sting with his tongue.

When he pulls away, it seems to come to you, and your eyes clear up just a bit as you respond, “You said you’d breed me full if I came for you.”

“Good, baby, that’s right. So what do you think I’m going to do now?” He asks, sitting back up on his knees and shuffling closer to lay his aching cock on your wet pussy, just barely grinding against you.

“You’re gonna-,” you take in a halting breath. “You’re gonna breed me?”

“Yeah, honey,” he nods with a hungry smirk, shifting his hips back enough to line himself up before pressing forward a few inches and popping the head of his cock inside of you. “I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, until it’s dripping out of you. And then I’m gonna fuck it back in, and fill you up even more. Until it takes.”

You whimper from deep in your throat, pressing your lips together and readjusting your grip on your legs, your eyes darting down to stare yearningly at his cock.

“Do you want that?” He whispers, working himself in as slowly as he can manage, teasing both you and himself.

You just nod, but he wants to hear you say it, needs to hear it from your own lips.

“Tell me then.”

“I- I want you to fill me up with your cum, fuck a baby into me, please.”

He sinks the rest of his cock inside of you, covering your hands with his and spreading your legs wider, pushing them into your chest and resting his weight on them as he draws back and snaps forward.

He’s not gentle now, and he’s definitely not slow, his hips smacking into your ass as he thrusts forcefully into you, his grunts of exertion soon joining the cries escaping you. You’re staring up at him with stars in your eyes, your fingers tight on your thighs beneath his and your pussy fucking flawless around him, and he’s never been so in love.

That’s a thought he has constantly but he means it every single time, his devotion to you endless and all consuming.

His appetite for you is voracious enough to rival it; the need, the sheer greed that he feels when it comes to you stripping him down to his basest desires. He’s only human in the end, and nothing could be more human than the urge to love you, to fuck you, to breed you, to keep you. He knows you’re his already but beyond that ring on your finger, there’s one other thing that could show the world you belong to each other, and that includes pumping you so full of his cum, it sticks.

He’s getting close already just thinking about it, and the way you’re clenching and fluttering around him doesn’t help in the slightest. He wouldn’t mind breaking this early though, not when it means he can just get hard again and fuck his cum even deeper into you.

“Joshie,” you whine in the voice that means you’re inches away from the edge, and he feels his body respond, his heavy balls drawing up tight and his cock hardening further within you.

“Cum whenever you want, baby. I’m not stopping anytime soon,” he vows darkly, fully intent on keeping you in this bed and on his dick for the rest of the day. Maybe for the rest of his life.

You shudder at his words, gasping when he shifts his hips and changes the angle, the head of his cock now bullying right into your g-spot. He can’t hit as deep like this but he knows it’ll be enough to unravel you, and that’s exactly what he wants.

He grins wickedly when you start to ripple around him, knowing the waves of your orgasm are beginning to overtake you, and when it’s at its peak, he sinks in deep and lets you carry him with you. He groans roughly at the feeling of your undulating walls milking his cock, relief and bone deep satisfaction filling him as he fills you.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, fucking you through the sensitivity and burying his cum deeper inside of you. You buck against him in overstimulation, crying out his name with tears in your voice, and he feels his cock twitch and get harder, your pussy like a molten velvet vise around him.

An hour and two more loads pass by in a blur, every minute melting into the next as he ruts into you, barely pulling back enough to get any friction but grinding into your sweet spot to keep you pliant. He thinks he might’ve fucked you dumb, no words escaping your parted lips and no thoughts behind your glassy eyes. You’re still holding your legs up though, and that’s how he knows you’re present enough to hear him.

“Said I would fuck you full, didn’t I, baby?” He laughs breathily, his eyes trained on the sight of his cock thrusting into you, the combination of your arousal and his cum seeping out around him in bursts. “I think you’re pretty fucking full.”

You mumble something but he doesn’t catch it, and he shifts your legs onto his arms and leans down, bracing his hands on the bed to hold himself up. “What was that, honey?”

“Not enough,” you gasp out, releasing your thighs to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s not enough, Joshie, I want more.”

Your words blend together but he hears them all the same, and a jolt of desire surges through him, traveling down his spine and ending in his cock. He gets his legs under him, trapping you in a mating press so he can put more power behind his hips as his strokes get deeper, longer, your fingernails digging into his neck with every thrust of his aching dick.

“I can give you one more, baby, I’ll give you whatever- whatever you want,” he groans raggedly, his vision blurring and his hips stuttering as he nears the edge for what he fears may be the last time. You clench and squeeze and flutter around him, whimpering, “Please, Joshie, breed me,” and that’s it for him.

This time when he cums, it’s enough to steal his voice, his breath, his thoughts. It’s blinding, the pleasure, but that just means he feels everything. He feels you falling to pieces on his cock, he feels the warmth of the sunset on his back, he feels his heart racing in his chest. He feels his cum filling you again, replacing what he’s fucked out, and more than anything, he feels satiated, like there’s nothing left to give and nothing left to take.

He all but collapses into you, shifting to rest his knees on the bed and dropping your legs from his arms, his face buried in your neck as he trembles and gasps for air. Your cunt is still hugging him tightly, and he winces at the sensitivity of his spent cock but doesn’t pull out, can’t pull out, not when he knows that all of his hard work will go to waste as soon as he does.

You run gentle fingers through his salty hair, your chest slowly rising and falling against his, and his body starts to grow heavy, exhaustion weighing him down and the comfort of your pussy keeping him warm.

He’s asleep before the golden light of the sun fades from the sky.

“Joshua, with everything we said, I have to ask… Have you changed your mind about kids?” You ask softly, your back to his chest and your body between his legs as you laze in the massive hotel bath together.

He presses his lips to your neck and thinks, only for a second, before responding, “No, I’m happy with our life. I don’t need anything but you.”

You let out a sigh of relief and turn in his arms, resting your cheek on his shoulder and tucking your legs up, your knees just barely out of the water. He scoops some up and pours it over you, not wanting you to get cold.

“Good, I feel the same way.”

“Love you,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing your crown and rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“I love you,” you whisper in return. “The breeding kink was hot though, let’s keep that?”

“Oh yeah, baby, for sure.”

AN: for @thatgirlfromwindsor and these anons 💖

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Calling Joshua “Daddy” for the first time

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Sinking into the sofa, you were building up the energy to shower after your long day at the office had, in every way, drained the life out of you. Who knew just a couple extra hours on the clock would wear you out so much? Getting the sofa all gross and dirty was probably what you shouldn’t have been doing but your muscles had decided that was as far as you were going when you’d arrived home fifteen or so minutes before. Frankly, you weren’t entirely sure that shower was going to happen, the sofa was just calling to you, telling you it was past time for a nap. As your surroundings began to melt away, the ticking of the (mostly decorative) clock on the wall, the sound of the air conditioning clicking on again, the smooth white linen of your sofa underneath your fingers soothed you further but just as you nodded off the lock of your apartment door clicked.

Startled out of your sleep, you whipped your head around, spitting out the hair that had fallen into your face. You weren’t expecting anyone to be entering your apartment, but there was only one person it could have been. The door opened before you could get your achy legs to listen to you, Joshua waltzing in like he owned the place (he kinda did), followed by Mingyu, Cheol and a very tired Jeonghan. Joshua’s luggage fell to the ground from Mingyu’s arms as he made a B-line for the bathroom, leaving everyone behind.

“Y/n.”, Cheol pocketed his phone, crossing the room to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. Jeonghan nodded a lazed greeting to you from where he’d decided to land himself on the floor and massage his legs after their flight.

“Where’s my girl!?”, Joshua dropped his bag and walked in your direction, moving Cheol out of the way so he could pass the two of you, right to the source of quiet nibbling on the edge of the room.

“There she is!”, Joshua pulled the small, white and brown ball of fluff from her little enclosure, gently stroking over her ears with nothing more than a playful glance in your direction, “Hannah, my sweet girl. Daddy missed you!!”

Jeonghan snorted from across the room where he leaned against Cheol who had joined him on the floor, earning Jeonghan your best ‘say-one-word-and-so-help-me’ glare as he sipped his annoying iced Americano. It was bad enough that Joshua had named his pet rabbit after the man, but somehow it always felt like he was gloating about it too.

“What?”, Jeonghan smirked innocently before getting yanked off the floor by Seungcheol who was quickly routing their escape. Joshua digging his grave with you was none of their business.

“Okay! We will call you. Y/n, always nice to see you. Joshua… have a good week off!”, pressing his lips together, Cheol awkwardly bowed his head in your direction before following Jeonghan who already had one foot out the door. Amused, Joshua turned to you once the door had latched behind them.

Home, he was finally home. The smile on his face, though, was only getting further under your skin regardless of the thoughtful expression in his eyes.

“Phew, I’ve been holding that since we left Japan!!”, wandering cluelessly from the hall, Mingyu looked around the room, finding it emptier than he’d left it, “Where are Cheol and Jeonghan Hyung??”

“Oh! Right… they said they’d give you 5 more minutes and then they were leaving. Looks like you better get going!”, Joshua chuckled, shooing him out the door. It might have been a nasty trick to play but at least Mingyu left in a hurry so he could finally be alone with his two favorite girls.

With one last good scratching behind the ears, Joshua placed Hannah back into her cage, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked past you again, plopping comfortably onto his sofa.

“Really?”, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. After coming home from a seemingly never-ending tour, the first thing he wanted to do is hold his rabbit, named after his could-be, should-be boyfriend, the little fur ball that you’d cared for the entire time he was gone. In Joshua’s defense, he knew the moment he had you close and let down his walls and stopped his ceaseless teasing, he couldn’t be sure anything would pry him away.

“Tell me about your day.”, he gestured calmly to the space beside him, laying his head against the back of the sofa, his dark hair a strong contrast against the white cushion. His soft smile drew you in, he was truly just happy to see you. Even if you were grumpy and ultimately annoyed with him, it was still you. Sighing, you gave in, sinking into the sofa as easily as you had before he’d arrived, the tiredness of your limbs apparent once again.

“My day? How about the past few months.”, you shuffled to face him, laying your head against the sofa like he had, “And I know we’ve talked about it but the girls at the office are still convinced you don’t exist. Instead of some crazy cat-lady, I am reduced to the crazy bunny-lady because at least they know Hannah exists-”, before you knew it, you were ranting about every little thing he’d missed. Really though, you were okay if everyone thought you were crazy when you bragged about your boyfriend on business in America, even being called a ‘crazy bunny-lady”. It was the price of dating a K-pop idol and you’d gotten used to it over the past couple of years. At least it gave you something to complain about when you’d missed him more than you could put into words. Regardless of your coworkers, you were still the winner.

Joshua had always loved your acceptance and how you’d always see yourself as lucky without making it all about him being a celebrity. But he felt as if he were the lucky one, the way you saw him for him, it was easy to be himself with you.

Soon his hand found its way to fiddle with your bracelet, engraved with his initials, the only mark you wore of him, but his eyes never left you as you continued with your cute rambling. Being the gentle creature he was, Joshua was the type that listened as if every single word from your lips was precious, he had always watched and listened as if you were the only person in the world.

“Shua-”, you snorted with laughter, “-you’re being awfully affectionate.”

“Am I?”, his attention moved from your bracelet as his arms snaked around your waist. Nuzzling against you, his nose rubbed sweetly up your neck to your ear before he laid his head back against the sofa so he could watch you talk again. Not that your boyfriend wasn’t a cuddly person, but the nuzzling and the clinginess were definitely new enough to make your heart flutter even after you’d been together this long.

“I’ve just missed you so much, y/n. That’s all”, he squeezed you tightly, leaning his head against yours while his hand moved down to play with your fingers. After a moment of silence, his fingers tangled with yours you nudge your head lightly against his.

“You had a good time, didn’t you? Tell me about it, what everything was like.”, you coaxed him. Usually when he returned from trips, he’d have a lot to say. If not about himself, about the guys or his fans. But now he was quiet.

“Mm… maybe later. I just wanna settle in. I’m finally home-”, he squeezed your hand, pressing a kiss to your temple before giggling to himself, “-with my crazy bunny-lady”

“I’ve actually got something for you-”, smirking, he kissed you again before prying himself from you. Only because he knew he’d weasel his way back even if he had to attack with his love.

Silently, you waited on the edge of your seat, curious as to what gift he may have brought home with him this time. Joshua’s gifts were always meaningful, a show of his love and you cherished them deeply. Just like the bracelet he always found himself fiddling with while he listened to you, a gift from your first anniversary. It’s pair was safely kept in your room, the box always in view as a reminder. Though he couldn’t always wear it, marked with your initials, it was never far from his thoughts and his heart.

“-and you’re not allowed to laugh because I already got an earful from the guys for this one.”, cracking a grin, he dug through his things off to the side of the sofa, retrieving a bag that was slightly wrinkled but it didn’t matter because the prize, that most certainly suited you perfectly, was wrapped safely inside.

“It’s a little silly but I wanted to show you the city, next best thing if you weren’t there with me right?”, he spoke softly as you reached into the bag, pulling out a box that was easily opened once it’s shiny, blue bow was removed, revealing crystal clear glass encasing the city of New York and a blanket of snow and icy white and blue glitter.

Giving it a gentle shake, you gasp, your eyes lighting brightly as your happiness built on itself until it burst, giggling as you bounced in your seat, giving it another little shake. Teetering, you contentedly jumped up, looking for the perfect place to display it.

“What, no ‘thank you’?”, Joshua chuckled, standing to follow you as you began to turn around to thank him, the globe knocking against his chest and shattering on the dark wood floors, glittery water and glass shards splashing at your ankle and startling you into regression.

With quick reflexes he turned his body, grabbing you and moving you to the other side of him.

“Back, baby.”, he distanced you further. He’d never forgive himself if you got hurt because he failed to protect you.

Startled and quaking, you burst into tears, your hands going up to cover your leaking eyes. You hadn’t meant to drop it, it was an accident. But you broke the pretty gift that Daddy brought you all the way from America and made a mess on the floor.

“Babe, go sit in the room until I get this cleaned up so you don’t hurt yourself.”, he insisted, rubbing his hand over your back as he turned you. Though he wanted to comfort you, he had to clean up the glass, he couldn’t have you cutting any part of your precious little body on it.

“No, Daddy! Don’t want to!”, you sobbed, overwhelmed and shaken to the point that you hadn’t heard a thing either of you had said.

“Hey.”, taking your face in his hands, he patiently leveled with you until your expression reflected his calm one.

“You’re okay.”, he smiled sweetly, “We’ll get you all cleaned up. You can go play for a while until until Daddy’s all done with this and then how does a bath together sound??”

“What about the ‘nowgwobe”, you whimpered, turning your head to try to look at the broken glass on the floor, but he just turned you back to look at him.

“We can get you a new one, baby. It’s just material. It can be replaced. But you can’t, so Daddy doesn’t wanna see you hurt under any circumstances. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness, okay? Don’t worry.”, he assured you, never looking away. Though you don’t say anything in response, it does console you, your tears coming to a stop and the ache in your heart lessening.

“Okay??”, Joshua raised his brow, waiting for your answer.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Now go play for a little bit so Daddy can take care of this. I don’t want you to get hurt.”, he turned you again to send you on your way.

“What if Daddy gets hurt?”, you worriedly faced him again, still unsatisfied with the situation.

“Are you kidding? All Daddies have Daddy powers to help take care of their little ones. Go color me something .”, he chuckled, petting your head affectionately. That seemed to be enough for you, soon he watched you disappear around the corner and heard the door latch.

In reality, Joshua was unbelievably cautious as he cleaned up the glass. Not only because he didn’t want to get cut, but now that he’d promised you, you’d tear him a new one if he did, little or not. Piece by piece he winced, wishing he had some sort of protective gear to aid him and mentally logging to invest in some as he continued.

When he finally finished he nodded to himself, proudly doing a last inspection to make sure no glass would ever touch your little feet. Once he deemed his job well done, he made his way to your room, carefully opening the door to find you teary eyed on the floor with your teddy, leaning against the bed.

Joshua hated seeing you sad, but still he couldn’t stop his smile, seeing his sweet little baby so distraught yet so precious.

“Why the frown, pretty?”, he titled his head, taking off his watch in preparation to take a bath with you.

“Daddy got me imporwtant present and I broke it.”, you sniffled.

“Are you crazy? Daddy is the one that knocked it from those little fingers, silly.”, he walked over, kneeling down and laying his head against the bed with you, “Remember what Daddy said? Nothing is more important than your happiness.”

Stroking your cheek, he looked at you thoughtfully until your smile matches his.

“By the way. I’m loving the new name.”, he grinned, chuckling softly as your face grew red.

For the rest of the evening, you were pampered endlessly, Joshua doing his very best to lure his new favorite word from your pretty lips as he sat in the tub with you, again playing with your fingers as he listened to you babble about your time apart and how much you missed him.

Not a week later, another exhausting day at work, you set your things on the counter only to stop with your bag halfway over your head. On your pink quartz counter sat an exact replacement, a New York snow globe and next to it, a card. Heat rising to your cheeks again, your heart fluttered as you picked up the card, Joshua’s intricate handwriting carved into the paper with black ink.

“Next time you’ll see the city with your own eyes. Right from my side.”

🧸Endnote: Happy Shua Day!!! Posting early for my beloved Joshie. I know we are tired of Joshua but I’ve been in Joshua hours a lot lately with his birthday being so close and now here!!! I may still have more too come (whoops) Wishing my bunny boy the best always 🤧💖💖 ALSO DID HE HAVE THAT THING IMPORTED?! Sighhhh men with money ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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