not so loud - dino x reader (@daechwitatamic) | friends to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, smut, slight angst
build this dream together (series) - joshua x reader (@joshujin) | f1 driver joshua x race engineer reader, fluff, angst, smut
rates of change - dino x reader (@wqnwoos) | dino x TA reader, idiots to lovers, fluff, slight angst
the tiger & the moon - hoshi x reader (@memoiresofaneternaldreamer) | circus performer hoshi x artist reader, smut, angst
statistically speaking... - mingyu x reader (@gyuswhore) | TA mingyu x reader, fluff, smut, angst
on call - wonwoo x reader (@kkaetnipjeon) | attending neurosurgeon wonwoo x resident reader, fluff, smut
slacking off - wonwoo x reader (@goldenhourology) | coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
you've got boba eyes, dude - dino x reader (@wheeboo) | boba shop owner dino x mat racer attendant reader, fluff, slight enemies to lovers
caught in bloom, caught on you - minghao x reader (@wheeboo) | florist minghao x reader, fluff, slight angst, strangers to friends to lovers
double trouble - dk x reader x mingyu (@studioeisa) | fluff!
on the clock - vernon x reader (@sailorsoons) | coworkers to lovers, fake dating, fluff, smut
baby - hoshi x reader (@sailorsoons) | mafiaverse, childhood friends/exes to lovers, angst, smut
untitled - jeonghan x reader (@hoshifighting) | famous poker player jeonghan x famous poker player reader, angst, smut
𓏲ּ𝄢 some seventeen authors i absolutely love with similar fanfics ! :
- @sailorsoons- @studioeisa
- @haologram
- @joshujin
- @gyuswhore
- @memoiresofaneternaldreamer
part 2...
currently listening to... i don't understand but i luv u - seventeen ♫⋆｡♪ ﾟ.
MATING: F.Reader x ot13
PACK MEETING: The House Rules are made to make the pack function - they're vital to a pack this size, and everyone loves the House Rules. Especially you, the single omega in the entire pack, who the House Rules are designed entirely around.
FRIDGE NOTES: This collection functions as an interactive piece between myself and readers. Every chapter posted of this universe will be a request from you - the reader. Readers who would like a chapter of this written will fill out the request form, and that will serve as the framework for me to write a chapter. This collection is not meant to have a plot or overarching theme - it's entire purpose is to write smut, fluff, angst - whatever you, as the requester, wants, so long as it makes general sense to the pre-established universe where all of seventeen and reader function as an established back that live together!
RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It may contain explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
PACK WARNINGS: Some chapters may contain smut. All chapters will be warned appropriately.
PACK SCHDULE: This series has no schedule. I fill requests as I can and this only gets updated if I have requests! This series also has no scheduled end - requests will remain open until I no longer want to work on the fic.
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THE HOUSE RULES:
1. The omega is never allowed to eat alone unless she asks to - SEUNGCHEOL
2. If she falls asleep on you, carry her to bed. No exceptions - MINGYU
3. Nobody leaves for long amounts of time without scenting her goodbye - JEONGHAN
4. Her nest is neutral territory. Arguments end at the door - JOSHUA
5. If the omega asks anything during heat, the answer is always yes - THE PACK
6. No one is allowed to make her cry and leave the room afterward - WONWOO
7. If she steals your clothes, they belong to her now - MINGYU
8. The omega is not permitted to carry heavy things while alphas are present - MINGHAO
9. Whoever wakes her up is responsible for dealing with the consequences - VERNON
10. Use the omega as you please, but respect is mandatory - THE PACK
11. The omega is not allowed to beg and then act surprised when someone gives in - SEUNGKWAN
12. If she wanders into an alpha’s room after midnight, she knows exactly what she’s doing - SEOKMIN
13. The omega is not allowed to start things in shared spaces and then complain about being watched - JUNHUI
14. If she’s whining, someone should probably handle it - CHAN
15. The omega is not allowed to say “I’m fine” without at least one person investigating immediately - JIHOON
16. Arguments about whose turn it is to use her next must be resolved by rock paper scissors - SOONYOUNG
MEET THE ALPHAS: Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Minghao
MEET THE BETAS: Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon, Chan
genre: smut (MDNI), face fucking, big dick joshua, dry humping, bulge kink, breeding kink, oral f! receiving, slight degradation (??), fingering, dirty talk
description: in the light of joshua, dino and dk reading the thirst tweets and basically confirming that joshua is, indeed, HUNG-bon appetite yall❤️
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•big dick! joshua who wasn’t even aware that he was THAT big-sure, he was aware that he wasn’t the smallest, but he always thought that he was average, if not a tiny bit above that. at least not until he met you and realised that he was, in fact, big
•big dick! joshua who unknowingly gave you a preview of his size while you were still just dating, not sleeping together, by making out with you and unconsciously dry humping you. his bulge fit perfectly between your thighs, so big you couldn’t stop grinding against it. you did this before-and you could safely say no men before him was this big. he was so big you got off in record time just by grinding on his clothed dick
•big dick! joshua who didn’t know how into this whole thing he would be until he saw your stomach bulge a bit as he fucked you for the first time. something in his head went “oh. oh. oh fuck.” when he saw how deep and far he was reaching inside you. how you were struggling to stay sane while he was pushing inside you. how you were literally shaking from his size only
•big dick! joshua who talks so dirty, so nastily while fucking you slowly, sensually, letting you feel each and every inch of him. who will have you wrapped all around his body, limbs secured around his back as he’s slowly rolling his hips-all while his lips are right next to your ear, slowly and deeply asking you “what was that, love? hm? “too much”? no, you can take it baby-i know my girl can take it all. you want to be a good girl for me, dont you? then take it-take it all. cum on this cock, baby-“ like 💦 chill papi
•big dick! joshua who never thought he would be so into face fucking until he heard the pretty sounds you make. your body trapped between his big thighs, your lips wrapped around his thick, and his hand buried in your hair as he bobs your head on his dick, (almost) no regard for you or the fact that you seem to be choking on his big cock. who throws his head back as he speeds up his (and also your) movements as he’s basically using your lips to get himself off. joshua who will let moans and groans and little “fuck yes’” slip out of his mouth as he fuck your own
•big dick! joshua who didn’t even think him being big could ever correlate with a breeding kink. but then he fucked you without a condom for the first time-and oh god. the way your walls were squeezing him, struggling around his thickness and length, the way you were so so wet for him, the way he could feel himself reaching so deep inside you-it’s no wonder he eventually started talking about “breeding you.” not even necessarily in the context of having kids, but more so like “want me to cum, pretty? hm? want me to cum inside you? want me to paint your pretty pussy white? want me here? hm? then cum for me first, pretty girl-“
•big dick! joshua who has to eat you out and finger you for at least an hour to prep you for his big dick. at least, that’s what he claims-saying “can’t stop yet, pretty, gotta make sure you are ready for me. gotta make you cum first so you can take this dick, love. don’t wanna hurt you- not my pretty, never.” who uses his thick and long fingers to scissor you and pump them repeatedly inside of your pussy to make sure you are completely and utterly wet before he slides it in. who encouragingly asks you “just one more finger, baby, you got this.” at least three times before he lets you off the hook
•big dick! joshua who is mesmerised with how your wetness seems to struggle in enveloping around his cock. who will lean all the way back and just watch as he slowly slides his dick in and back out. who will moan as he watches this, clawing at your thighs as he tries to control his own release so early on. who literally can’t believe you can actually take in all of his length-so he has to make sure that he isn’t dreaming and watch as he fucks you
•big dick! joshua who, in the beginning, was a bit weirded out by your enthusiasm about his big dick, but who eventually turned so cocky about the whole thing-who will, on some nights where he wants to be mean to you (only a little though❤️) will mockingly ask you “what’s the matter, pretty? can’t take it all? awww, is this cock too big for your tiny pussy? want to prove me wrong, pretty? then take it.”
•big dick! joshua who will ruin you for anybody else-including on those nights where he’s away and your own fingers can’t satisfy you the way he does. who will actually prove to you that the size does matter-only a little though
Omg I love your works so much and I just saw your bts post on the trend of where like husbands come up behind their pregnant wife and lift their bellies to like help with the weight (?) and I would love to request if your could write one for svt (thank youu)
warnings: mdni, 18+, fluff, husband! svt x reader, pregnant! reader, softness, comfort, pet names, etc.
A/N: Y'all, I know nothing about pregnancy lmao, so your girl tried. [not proofread yikes]
SEUNGCHEOL - You were irritated, but not really, actually, maybe. Your hormones seemed to be flipping back and forth between the little annoyance of feeling your lower back ache by just standing, and the awe that you were actually growing a baby inside of you.
Right now? Annoyance prevailed, and your waddles throughout your home didn't help convey your simmering feelings.
You huffed, puffed, and pouted your way to the kitchen in search of something that could soothe you. You were hoping to find sweets, maybe dessert, but much to your added aggravation, you found nothing.
You bristled, already thinking about the offense you'd feel having to drive yourself to the nearest grocery store, and the fact that you'd have to see people while feeling like the size of a whale.
And that's how your husband finds you.
You were stewing in your thoughts, arms crossed with an adorable pout that makes him want to provoke you into something worse, just because he found it so cute - but survival instincts kicked in first, and he gently moved closer. "How are my babies doing?"
Seungcheol asks this while hugging you from behind, his palms sliding under your round stomach, and automatically picking up the extra weight without a second thought.
Your dull ache minimizes, and so do your negative feelings, your body naturally relaxing into your husband's. "It'd be better if you order dessert to our house in the next twenty minutes."
Your husband laughs, his kiss sweet against your shoulder as he nods his head in agreement.
Whatever you want, he's happy to provide, but he's going to hold you the whole time.
JEONGHAN - Jeonghan is staring at you, but that's pretty normal.
He always seemed to stare at you even back when you two were just dating, but now that you're pregnant with his kid?
"You could take a picture, y'know?" You teased. You had just stepped out of the shower, still naked, as you met Jeonghan's eyes through the mirror.
He was looking at you with soft eyes, a little smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe that led to your shared bedroom.
"And who said I haven't?" Jeonghan mused, earning an affectionate eyeroll from you. You felt normal, just bigger, rounder - especially in the stomach and breasts, but that was a given. Your body was changing, growing, and it made sense why your husband would stare lovingly.
He always told you that you were glowing, but you're pretty sure it's just him developing dad-brain. So, you shake your head, continuing your after-shower routine as your husband watched.
But it wasn't long before his self-control waned and he came up closer, grabbing your full hips as you combed your hair. His hands rubbed, massaging your hips, your waist, up to your breasts - giving them a squeeze. "So pretty," he praised, and your cheeks flushed as he dipped lower towards your round stomach.
When he lifted your belly softly, his arms flexed, holding the weight you carried daily now as his kid grew and his eyes softened even more.
"I love you."
JOSHUA - Ever since you got pregnant, you couldn't get your husband's hands off of you. He had become glued to you like your own personal bodyguard who had to have his hand on you somewhere, anywhere, at all times.
You wanted to go grocery shopping? Joshua had his large hand on your lower back, slowing his steps to your adorable waddle as you insisted on pushing the cart yourself.
You were washing dishes after a lovely dinner for the two of you? He's drying the clean dishes right next to you, his biceps brushing your shoulder every few seconds like your personal bubble was his.
He'd always accompany each touch with a compliment, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you. It had seemed your pregnancy had only made him more smitten as time went on, and you were definitely not complaining. Especially when he'd twirl you around in his arms, his hands coming down to your stomach to caress as he pointed his next compliments to his child with soft eyes.
He'd tease your kid that they needed to be nice to you while you carried them, and like your kid could hear their dad, you felt your baby stretch into your ribs. "Oh, already doing the complete opposite, they must be yours." You teased, and Joshua rolled his eyes with a happy grin.
"More like they're like their mama, stubborn." He bantered, and his hands lowered, lifting your growing stomach with ease. His forearms flexed, and the weight on your hips eased, letting you melt back into your husband's chest with a happy noise.
"If I recall correctly, I'm pretty sure you told me you liked my stubbornness." You mused, and Joshua's little scoff of laughter tickled your neck before he gave the curve of your ear a soft peck.
"Yeah, and I will be lucky if my kid inherits anything of yours. Whether it's stubbornness or just your love, I'll love you both with all my heart."
JUN - Jun's love language had always been acts of service.
It didn't matter if he came home from a long, exhausting day at work; the moment he saw you, he'd drag you onto the couch with him, your feet pulled onto his lap, and ask you to tell him about your day as he started to massage the curve in your foot.
That was just who your husband was. Caring to a default, and he'd become even more doting when you two had found out you were pregnant.
Suddenly, it went from foot massages to him insisting he could take care of the chores. He'd already taken out the trash, you had deemed that a "boy job", and as you moved into your third trimester, he had become more stubborn in taking on your chores too.
It was like you were some delicate flower when you only felt like an elephant with how much your body changed as your baby grew, and Jun was nothing but loving every step of the way.
He never complained when you stole his pillow to use under your back when you two slept; he never said anything when you woke him up at three am, craving something that brought you out of your sleep and close to tears until he gave you a soft kiss, letting you know he'd get it for you, no matter what time it was and how much sleep he had.
He'd do anything for you, so when he notices that you hold your stomach every now and then, a little discomfort displaying on your face, he turns to the internet to figure out what's going on.
He finds his answer in the first link he's shown, and his eyes soften as he realizes just how much you had to deal with, even when he tried to make everything easier for you.
So, he does his best to help more.
It becomes routine for him to seek you out whenever you two are home, or even when you two are out and about - he'd simply bring you close, kissing your shoulder briefly before he picked up the extra weight in your stomach with his two hands.
It never failed to make him grin as you melted in his arms, sighing in relief as he held you, and he would stay like that for as long as you'd let him before you two continued with whatever you had been doing prior, but not before you gave him another kiss as a thank you.
HOSHI - "Just five more minutes," you sighed. Your eyes were closed as you spoke the words, your body tilting more into Hoshi's as you held onto his forearms. You could feel the veins that ran down to his wrists, and the way his forearms flexed along with his biceps as he held you close.
You could probably fall asleep just like this, standing up, with Hoshi holding your stomach. It's a relief you didn't know you needed during your pregnancy until your husband was telling you he wanted to try something out.
Supposedly, one of his friends mentioned this trend for pregnant women, and Hoshi all but perked up like a dog hearing their favorite words.
If there was anything, anything at all, to help you during your pregnancy, he was going to do it. He'd scoured the internet for tips for new parents, he read baby books in between work, and when he was home, he cornered you like you were going to run from him as he gave you a look that made you raise your eyebrows sceptically.
But as soon as his strong arms wrapped around you, holding your stomach, and letting the dull ache from your lower back disappear? You were putty in his hands.
"We could do more than five minutes, my love," Hoshi said softly, right by your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine as you felt his fingers flex, squeezing you affectionately. "I can do this all night, I mean- you've been doing this every day for the last six months. Let me take over for you."
WONWOO - When you approach your husband, Wonwoo's entire attention reverts to you. His eyes soften, taking in your lovely smile, the glow that he liked to claim was there way before you ever got pregnant, and then finally to your growing stomach.
His heart skips a beat, fluttering in his chest with a warmth that leaves him lost for words, before his eyes flicker back up to yours. "Hello, my love," He hums, and you get a kiss before you can greet him back. "What can I do for you?"
Ever since you got pregnant, Wonwoo had been adamant about providing for your needs even more than he already did. He was the one to go out at any time of the day for whatever your pregnancy craved. He was the one to bring your legs up to his lap, massaging your muscles until you were putty in his hands. He was the one he wanted you to turn to for anything, regardless of whether you were pregnant or not.
So, when you ask him to hold you with flushed cheeks, he can't help but smirk at such an easy request.
"Of course, my love." But before he gets the chance to reach for you, you're shaking your head, a giggle escaping as you move his hands lower.
"No, hold me here, my love."
And then it clicked, and his smile grew as he stepped closer to you.
"Oh?" He hummed, and his hands caressed your growing stomach with soft rubs, lowering until he could lift the extra weight with ease, and the relief was immediate for you. Your lips parted with a cute little "oh!" and your gasp came out before you could stop it.
His large hands barely had to flex to hold your stomach, and he watched with an amused grin as your shoulders sagged in happiness, your hands resting on his chest as you shuffled closer to your husband.
"Just for a few minutes, please." You were so cute asking him with wide blinks, and he couldn't help but lean down, kissing you with a slow kiss that had you melting even further into him.
"Anything for you, my love. I can do this all day."
WOOZI - Woozi was hovering. He was always hovering around you ever since the two of you found out you were expecting. It was like he was in fight or flight mode, trying to be there for you as a partner, but not sure how he could help you the best.
He seemed to have a permanent furrowed brow, his lips set in determination for something you weren’t entirely sure of. It was like he waiting for something, anything, with a tense body that actually distracted you from the way the baby inside your stomach was stretching its little limbs against your rib cage.
Motherhood, how magical.
Seven months along, and you felt like a whale. Your breasts were fuller, your stomach was rounder, your hips ached with your lower back - and there was your husband, hovering like you might let out a warrior cry before running away to leave him dazed and confused. It made you snort, rolling your eyes affectionately as you folded the clean laundry.
“If you’re going to be a helpful baby daddy, at least make yourself useful.” You teased, and your lover blinked, staring at you, dumbfounded for a moment.
“Huh?”
“Come here, make your hands useful for me.” You nodded your head in one direction, beckoning him closer as you folded a towel. You figured he’d either help you fold or help you put away the folded laundry. What you didn’t expect was for him to stand behind you and easily lift your stomach, instantly relieving you of the weight you carried every day now. “Oh!”
“Does this help? I saw it somewhere.”
Your head tilted back, your body naturally leaning back towards him. “Oh my god, never let me go.”
“Never dreamt of it.”
MINGHAO - You were grumpy, and you honestly didn't even mean to be. It was just everything.
You felt bloated, a little hot, a little overstimulated, a little tired, and a lot hungry. Pregnancy had been smooth sailing until you reached your third trimester, but after that, you felt a little crazy. You were ready to get a full night's sleep without a mountain of pillows to assist. Or better yet, if you didn't have to waddle everywhere. You felt like a penguin about to go exploring just to make it to your kitchen.
And you had decided no one could ever complain about back pain other than you. Your child was something you truly felt was testing your body as its own personal martial arts studio, or gymnasium, and you were ready for it all to be done.
The little app you had for your pregnancy said it was the size of a large cantaloupe, and you could feel it. Your hips and lower back ached, and that was just from standing still. So, yeah, you were grumpy, and your husband seemed to be getting the brunt of your sassiness as he greeted you with a smile.
"How are my beautiful loves?" He hummed, stepping into the kitchen to get closer to you.
Normally, you'd match his grin, give him a kiss, but all you could do was pout, stopping him in his tracks as you gave him a pointed look. "Don't even play with me right now."
Your husband was lucky you had missed the way he bit his lip to hold in his laugh, or you'd surely explode in your feelings.
Pregnancy, in his eyes, had made you even cuter than before, but he might be biased since it was his kid you were carrying. "Tell me what you need, let me take care of you." Hao mused, and you couldn't help but melt a little at his words, even if your pout remained the same.
"If you could carry your kid the rest of the way, I'd appreciate it." You didn't mean to be sarcastic, but your emotions had been a whirlwind since you woke up, and it came out before you could stop it.
Luckily for you, Minghao was your husband, and his smile only grew fonder as he moved closer. He took your words literally, and his hands wrapped under your stomach, easily lifting it, and relieving your little aches as he gave a little laugh. "Always. You just need to ask, my love, and I'll do anything for you."
Only your husband could turn your mood around in less than three minutes.
MINGYU - It has become somewhat of a routine between you and Mingyu when it was time for you to get up from wherever you may have been sitting previously.
Whether you were relaxing on the couch in the living room or simply getting out of the car, it had become increasingly more difficult now that you were pregnant. You felt bloated more towards your third trimester, and it took a lot of energy to move if you didn't get some kind of assistance.
It wasn't that you were unable to do things on your own; it was more that your face would pinch into a little wince whenever you did. The weight of your kid pressing into your ribs or back is enough to make you suck in a sharp breath and for your husband to almost insist you spend the rest of your pregnancy bedridden.
Which, if anyone knew you, that would be ridiculous - so you came up with a compromise.
Your husband, Mingyu, would become your anchor. He was always hovering around you anyway, mumbling about "need to protect both my loves." So, it became instinctive to reach for your husband's hand when getting around.
You still waddled and still insisted you could do it yourself, but nevertheless, your hand would go to his, and you were rewarded with kisses to your temple once you were standing on your own two feet.
"I know you can, but let me take care of you anyway," Mingyu murmured, and before you could rebut, his warm hands slid around your waist and underneath your stomach, lifting the weight from your hips and giving you further relief.
All sass left your body as you sighed, relaxing into your man's strong arms with a dreamy smile that matched his. "Fine, but don't let me go then."
"I wasn't planning to."
DK - Computer? How do I get my very pregnant wife out of the bathtub? She won't leave.
DK was kneeling on the right side of the bathtub, eyebrows furrowed with slight worry as he watched you. You had been in this tub of water for an hour, and you were pruning. "C'mon, Baby, get out, and I'll dry you off. Any longer, our baby is going to turn into a mermaid."
This made you snort, your lips curving up as your eyes flickered to the swell of your stomach poking out of the water. You were eight months pregnant and bath time was the only time the small ache of carrying his kid was relieved off your back and hips.
You waddled, you slept with eight pillows, and you were tired. You honestly weren't sure if you could lift yourself up, which made another round of sleepy giggles erupt from you as you stared at your husband with love. "Baby, I might just sleep here."
You watched with amusement as Seokmin brought his phone out, typing into the little screen with another furrow of his eyebrows, and you snorted at his search.
"Help me?" You asked with a grin, and Dokyeom was already snaking his hands around your hips, using a firm but gentle touch to help you. He didn't care if his clothes got wet; he was always happy to be your anchor as you leaned on him.
When you stood up, his hands naturally caressed your tummy, still in awe at how strong you were to carry his kid. And when he lifted your tummy a little, carrying the extra weight, your lips parted.
"Oh!" Dokyeom found a new favorite pastime for you, other than bath time, and he was perfectly happy with it - he wanted the extra practice before he carried his kid everywhere anyway.
SEUNGKWAN - It was no surprise that the moment your husband came home and saw you, he'd launch into a rant about his day like he'd been dying to since the moment he had to leave your side. You and he were truly best friends and lovers all wrapped up in one. You were the first person he wanted to tell anything to, and you felt the same.
It was a routine at this point that if one of you came home, you'd drag the other onto the sofa, giving a play-by-play of the day with the utmost seriousness. You got the gossip, the missed funny moments, everything - and when you became pregnant? Well, now it was a party of three.
But instead of your husband leading you to the couch like normal, he'd simply drop everything as soon as he crossed through the door and dropped to his knees before you. It had progressed to you barely getting a kiss in greeting before your baby, who snuggled into your ribs with a little annoyance for your comfort.
Seungkwan would simply kiss your growing stomach, his eyes sparkling as he flickered from your tummy to you, then back to your fuller stomach. "Have you been being nice to your mom while I was away?" He would hum, and your eyes rolled affectionately as you fought to keep your smile at bay.
"No, your little tangerine actually has been tiresome since you left - I think they know you're gone, they get restless." You teased, and Seungkwan's eyes sparkled brighter, his lips pressing another kiss to your tummy as he shook his head.
"Well, we can't have any of that." His hands move under your stomach, lifting the extra weight and relieving your hips of the little ache you got from carrying his child throughout the day. You sighed happily, and Seungkwan grinned up at you. He was still on his knees, carrying your stomach gently, and his hum was soft as he launched into his day.
He told his growing family all about his workday right in the middle of the entrance way, never once letting go of your stomach as he talked more to your belly than to you.
Eventually, you three would make it to the sofa, but for now, if he could hold you both, he didn't mind the bite in his knees as he kneeled on the wooden floors, his heart full and warmed with love.
VERNON - You don't even realize Vernon is watching you until he's suddenly right behind you.
You're seven months pregnant with his child, and it's beginning to take a toll. Mornings have become more difficult to roll out of bed. You've got at least six pillows tucked into you to try and ease the discomfort your lower back pings to you, but it's still there. It's become this little ache that accompanies you even when you waddle throughout the house.
Yes, waddle. Vernon says you don't waddle, but his opinion is now irrelevant while you carry his kid.
That's why you don't even notice him step behind you as you clean off the table. Dinner was done, and Vernon had insisted you rest while he cleaned up everything, but old habits die hard, and you're a little winded after a few swipes of the table.
"I told you to rest," Vernon murmurs softly and gently, and you're about to retort back before his hands slide around your round stomach, lifting the weight and immediately rendering you speechless.
"Oh!" You're mouth drops, and the back ache is momentarily gone as your husband holds you up.
It makes Vernon grin to see you like this, and he kisses your shoulder as you melt back into his body. "That's it, let me take care of you, Mamas."
DINO - Ever since you got pregnant, your husband has been online more than usual.
It's usually accompanied by a furrowed brow and multiple looks in your direction, but you figured he was trying to learn as much as he could about being a first-time parent. All you cared about were the actual doctor visits and the little app on your phone that told you your baby was the size of a mango today.
The thought was hard to process, but it made you motivated to eat fruit when you saw the message, so you found yourself pacing through your kitchen. You brought out fruit, the cutting board, your favorite knife, which you believed could probably cut through anything, and got to work making two bowls.
And it wasn't because you were eating for two. You rolled your eyes at the silly thought, your lips curving into a grin before you flickered your eyes to your left, where your husband had followed you.
That was the other thing: if your husband wasn't at work, he seemed to be your personal shadow, following you into each room, regardless of whether he had been in the middle of doing something.
You could feel him approach quietly, and you hummed as you put the same fruit equally between the two bowls. "I'm making you one, too."
You can hear him set his phone on the counter, his body coming closer from behind, before you feel his lips brush the back of your neck. "I saw something online-" and just as you go to ask him for more details, his large hands slide under your stomach, lifting the extra weight with ease.
The relief to your lower back is instant, and the knife falls onto the cutting board as you gasp. You can feel yourself melt in relief, leaning more into your husband as Dino grins against your shoulder.
"Does that feel good?"
Your little happy noise you make with an eager nod makes him hold you closer, his smile growing fonder by each second that passes.
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summary: a mix of different editions ~ ot13 individual sections, hyung/maknae line, multiple members, idol!reader, gym rat!svt :)
contains: sfw section may contain potential suggestive content, nsfw section contains 18+ content (mdni), majority is afab!reader
✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩
✩ sfw section ✩
❥ hyung line & maknae line (individual sections) x reader
❥ Bf!Seventeen finding out they aren't your bias hyung line | maknae line - @vernonverse
❥ accidental confession hyung line | maknae line - @minghaoes
❥ Bf!Seventeen being jealous of your female BSF and getting sulky - hyung line | maknae line- @vernonverse
❥ multiple svt members x reader
❥ college besties jihan - @suhnshinehaos
❥ double trouble (seokmin & mingyu) - @studioeisa
❥ ot13 individual sections - idol!svt x idol!reader ver.
❥ how you two met - @seuonji
❥ svt when idol!reader dedicates a song to them - @xinganhao
❥ svt when idol!reader releases a breakup song - @xinganhao
❥ svt reacts to idol!reader having dating rumors - @xinganhao
✩ nsfw section ✩
❥ ot13 individual sections
❥ the seven deadly sins hyung line - @pochaccoups
❥ how svt prefer to get you off - @rubyreduji
❥ how svt spend valentine's day with their partner - @husbandhoshi
❥ seventeen and their favourite positions - @chimivx
❥ multiple svt members x reader
❥ double fucked (vernon & dino) - @rubyreduji
❥ leaderz line polycule (seungcheol, hoshi & jihoon) - @sluttywonwoo
❥ vernon fucking you while woozi watches (vernon & jihoon) - @rubyreduji
❥ melt an igloo (seungcheol & jihoon) - @woozivrsefactry
❥ siblings or dating (jeonghan & joshua)- @bitchlessdino
❥ brat (jeonghan & joshua) - @sunflowergyeomie
❥ untitled (seungcheol & jeonghan) - @mejaemin
❥ while he's gone (hoshi & vernon) - @100vern
❥ threesome with gyucheol (seungcheol & mingyu)- @svtswhorehouse
❥ rec (seungcheol & mingyu) - @hongcherry
❥ splashed (jeonghan & joshua) - @smileysuh
❥ gym rat!svt x reader
❥ gym crush! jihoon - @svtswhorehouse
❥ heavy lifting (mingyu) - @sknyuz
❥ Gym Rat Roommate!Seungcheol - @hoshifighting
bun note: hi all!!! sorry for how like...messy this post is?? there was just a lot of genres/different editions that i wanted to get out as one so here is this monstrosity haha. eat welllll~ sleep well~ enjoy the howoo concert content (weren't they so cool?!?!?!) bye byeeee~
You’ve been casual sex buddies with Jeonghan and Joshua for years: no strings, no feelings, just regular threesomes that work too well to stop. Everyone says the two of them look alike. One night the comment sticks and they get an idea: can you still tell whose hands are on you…and whose cock is inside you, even when blindfolded?
Wc:~3.5k
Warnings: smut, threesome mmf, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, guessing game involving penetration, oral, multiple orgasms, rough sex elements, manhandling, pinning, switching partners without verbal warning, casual sex arrangement/sex buddies, unprotected sex
You’ve known Jeonghan and Joshua for years, long enough that the three of you have settled into a rhythm that feels almost domestic if you ignore the part where none of you are actually dating.
Jeonghan works at a design studio that lets him keep his hair long and his shirts half-unbuttoned; Joshua teaches private language lessons and spends too much money on coffee; you freelanced your way into a flexible schedule that makes late-night plans easy. You met through mutual friends in college, stayed in the same loose social circle after graduation and somehow never drifted apart.
The sex started two years ago. One night after drinks, the three of you ended up back at Joshua’s apartment because it was closest. What was supposed to be another round of complaining about work turned into Jeonghan kissing you first, then Joshua, then both of them looking at each other with that silent, practiced communication they’ve always had. You’d never been with two people at once before. They had. It should have been awkward the next morning. Instead, Jeonghan texted you a casual "same time next week?" and Joshua sent a photo of the hickey you’d left on his collarbone with a single emoji. No declarations, no expectations. Just an open invitation.
That’s how it stayed. Sex buddies. Not lovers. The distinction matters. You don’t sleep over unless it’s too late to drive. You don’t meet each other’s parents. You don’t cancel other dates for them and they don’t cancel for you. When one of you is seeing someone else casually, the arrangement pauses without drama. When you’re all free, it resumes. Sometimes it’s the three of you. Sometimes it’s just you and Jeonghan on a quiet Tuesday when Joshua has evening lessons. Sometimes it’s you and Joshua while Jeonghan is out of town. The rules are simple: no jealousy, no soft feelings that complicate the physical and always, always clear communication about what you want that night.
It works because all three of you are good at keeping things light. Jeonghan is the one who teases the most: long fingers trailing patterns on your skin, that lazy half-smile when he knows exactly how to make your breath hitch. Joshua is quieter, more deliberate, the one who holds eye contact a little too long and notices when your thighs start to tremble before you do. Together they move like they’ve been doing this forever, which, in a way, they have.
People have always said they look alike. Same height, similar builds, the kind of faces that make strangers do double-takes in restaurants. Jeonghan’s hair is usually longer, Joshua’s smile a little softer, but under the right lighting, or after a few drinks, even some friends mix them up.
You used to find it funny. You’d correct people at parties "No, that’s Jeonghan, the one with the mole" and watch them blink in embarrassment. The two of them leaned into it over the years. They’ve shown up to the same events in nearly identical black shirts just to watch the confusion. Once, at a friend’s birthday, they switched jackets halfway through the night and spent an hour answering to each other’s names. You laughed along with everyone else. It was a game. Harmless.
Then, three weeks ago, the comment landed differently.
You were at a late dinner with a small group. Someone (one of Joshua’s students’ parents, actually) looked between Jeonghan and Joshua and said, loud enough for the table to hear "I always thought you looked alike. Are you sure you’re not brothers?" The usual laughter followed. Jeonghan tilted his head, amused. Joshua just smiled that polite, closed-mouth smile he uses when he doesn’t want to engage. But later, when the three of you were alone in the parking lot, Jeonghan brought it up again.
"People really do mistake us" he said, leaning against his car. "Even after years."
Joshua shrugged. "We’re not identical."
"Close enough." Jeonghan glanced at you. "You’ve never mixed us up, though."
You hadn’t. Not once. You knew the difference in the way Jeonghan’s laugh came a half-second later, the way Joshua’s hands were always warmer, the particular cadence of each of their voices when they were tired. You knew the exact shape of the scar on Joshua’s left knee from a childhood fall and the faint freckles across Jeonghan’s shoulders that only showed in summer. You knew them in the dark, too: by touch, by scent, by the way each of them settled his weight when he was above you.
"Of course I haven’t" you said. "I’m not a stranger at a dinner party."
Jeonghan’s eyes lit with that particular spark he gets when an idea is forming. "But how much of that is visual? How much is just… knowing?"
Joshua looked between the two of you, already catching on. "You’re talking about the blindfold thing again."
"I’m talking about a test" Jeonghan corrected. "Next time. We blindfold her. No talking. No names. Just hands and mouths and-" He gestured vaguely. "Everything else. See if she can still tell us apart when she can’t see."
You felt heat crawl up the back of your neck. The idea wasn’t new, Jeonghan had floated variations of it before, usually when he was half-hard and restless but this version had a sharper edge. Not just sensory play. A deliberate challenge built around the one thing the outside world always got wrong about them.
Joshua was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "She already knows the difference."
"Does she?" Jeonghan’s voice dropped. "By cock alone? Without looking? Without hearing us speak?"
The question hung there. You thought about the nights you’d had both of them in the same bed, the way you could always tell whose fingers were inside you and whose mouth was on your breast even with your eyes closed. You’d never tested it under conditions designed to strip every other cue away. The idea made your stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with curiosity.
"You’re serious" you said.
Jeonghan nodded once. "Only if you want it. Same rules as always. You say stop, we stop. But if you’re game…"
Joshua’s gaze met yours. There was no pressure in it, only that steady, assessing look he gets when he’s weighing something carefully. "It could be interesting" he admitted. "We’ve never done it that way."
You thought about it on the drive home. About the times you’d woken up between them and known, without opening your eyes, which shoulder your head was resting on. About the different ways they kissed: Jeonghan’s slower, more teasing; Joshua’s deeper, more insistent. About the distinct weight of each of them when they pushed inside you, the slight differences in length and girth you’d catalogued without ever naming out loud. You’d always been able to tell. But under a blindfold, with them deliberately trying to erase every other giveaway? That was new territory.
By the next time the three of you were together, the idea had solidified.
It was a Friday. Joshua’s place again: bigger bed, better soundproofing. You arrived first. He kissed you at the door the way he always did when it was just the two of you for a few minutes: unhurried, thorough, one hand already sliding under your shirt. Jeonghan showed up twenty minutes later with takeout neither of you ended up eating. The three of you fell into the familiar pattern: talking about nothing important while hands wandered, clothes coming off in stages, the usual lazy progression toward the bedroom.
Only this time, when you were down to underwear and Jeonghan’s mouth was on your throat, he pulled back just enough to speak. "Still thinking about the twin thing?"
You nodded. Joshua was behind you, chest against your back, fingers tracing the edge of your bra.
"We can try it tonight" Jeonghan said. "If you want. Blindfold stays on the whole time. No talking from us once it starts. You guess who’s touching you, whose cock is in you. Every time. We switch whenever we feel like it."
Joshua’s voice was low against your ear. "You can say the safe word whenever. Or just take the blindfold off. No hard feelings."
You turned your head enough to look at both of them. Jeonghan’s expression was open, curious, already half-aroused by the prospect. Joshua’s was calmer, but his hands had stilled on your waist in a way that told you he was waiting for your answer before he moved again.
"Okay" you said. "Let’s do it."
Something shifted in the air after that. Not heavier but sharper. Jeonghan smiled, slow and pleased. Joshua pressed a kiss to the side of your neck and murmured "Good."
They didn’t start right away. First they finished undressing you properly, taking their time the way they always did when they wanted to draw things out. Jeonghan’s mouth on your breasts while Joshua worked your underwear down your legs. Fingers overlapping between your thighs, both of them watching your face as they touched you. You came once like that, still fully able to see, still able to tell exactly whose hand was where. It felt like a baseline. A reminder of how well you already knew them before the test began.
Afterward, Jeonghan retrieved the soft black blindfold from the drawer where they kept the small collection of things the three of you had accumulated over the past two years. He held it up between two fingers. "Last chance to change your mind."
You shook your head. "I’m sure."
Joshua moved behind you again. He was the one who tied it: careful, checking the tightness twice, making sure no light leaked through at the edges. The world narrowed to sound and touch and the faint scent of Joshua’s cologne mixed with Jeonghan’s shampoo. You felt the mattress dip on either side of you as they settled in.
"From now on" Jeonghan said, voice already quieter "we don’t speak. You guess. We’ll answer with touch. Ready?"
You nodded.
The last thing you heard was the soft click of the lamp being turned off. Then silence, broken only by the sound of breathing and the shift of sheets.
Hands found you in the dark. One pair settled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles just above the crease of your thighs. Another pair traced the line of your collarbone, then lower, palms covering your breasts with a familiarity that made your breath catch. You tried to catalogue the differences immediately: the slight roughness of one set of fingertips, the warmer temperature of the other, but they moved together, overlapping, deliberately blurring the lines.
A mouth closed over your left nipple. Soft at first, then firmer, tongue flicking in a pattern you thought you recognized. Joshua usually started like that: careful, building. Jeonghan tended to be more abrupt, teeth grazing sooner. You opened your mouth to say the name, then hesitated. The second mouth found the other side a moment later and the two of them sucked in near-perfect rhythm. Heat pooled low in your belly.
You arched into the contact. One hand slid between your legs without warning, two fingers stroking through the wetness already gathered there. The touch was precise, circling your clit with steady pressure. You bit your lip.
"Joshua" you guessed, voice already rough.
The fingers didn’t pause, but the mouth on your right breast pulled away. A moment later the same mouth kissed the corner of your jaw, then your throat and the fingers inside you crooked just so, exactly the angle Joshua always used when he wanted you to feel it deep. A quiet confirmation without words. Correct.
The reward came quickly. The hand between your legs worked you open with more intent, adding a third finger while the other pair of hands, Jeonghan’s, you decided, pinched and rolled your nipples with deliberate roughness. You came the second time like that, thighs shaking, blindfold damp with the heat of your own skin. They didn’t stop. The fingers stayed inside you through the aftershocks, slower now, coaxing you back up.
Then everything shifted.
The hands withdrew. The mattress dipped and rose as they rearranged. You felt the loss of contact for only a few seconds before new weight settled between your spread thighs. The blunt head of a cock dragged through your folds, coating itself, then pressed in with one smooth thrust.
You gasped. The stretch was familiar and not. You focused on the details: the slight curve, the way it filled you completely on the first stroke, the hands that pinned your wrists lightly above your head. Jeonghan was longer, a fraction thicker at the base. Joshua had that particular upward angle that dragged against the front wall every time. This one felt like..."Jeonghan" you said.
The cock inside you stilled for a beat. Then it pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in harder, the rhythm turning sharp and deep. Correct again. The hands on your wrists tightened in approval. Another mouth (Joshua’s, warmer) closed over yours in a kiss that was all tongue and quiet hunger while Jeonghan fucked you in long, steady strokes.
They kept you there longer than usual. No rushing. Jeonghan’s hips rolled with controlled power, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Joshua’s hands mapped your body like he was reminding himself of every place that made you shiver, palms sliding down your sides, fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs where they met Jeonghan’s. When you started to tense toward a second orgasm, Jeonghan changed the angle, grinding deeper, and Joshua’s fingers found your clit again. You came hard, clenching around the cock inside you, a broken sound leaving your throat.
They switched without warning.
One moment Jeonghan was buried to the hilt; the next he pulled out and the mattress shifted again. Cool air touched your slick skin for a breath. Then a different cock pressed against your entrance: slightly different weight, different heat and pushed in.
You tried to track it. The new one seated itself fully and stayed there for a long moment, letting you feel every inch. Hands, two pairs again, moved over you. One set gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. The other cupped your face, thumbs brushing your lower lip. You turned into the touch, opening for the fingers that slipped into your mouth. You sucked them without thinking, tasting yourself and the faint salt of skin.
The cock inside you began to move, slower than before, deeper, with that particular grind at the end of each thrust that made your toes curl. You thought you knew. You were almost sure.
"Joshua" you whispered around the fingers.
The rhythm didn’t change. No pause, no reward. Instead the hands on your hips tightened and the pace picked up, harder, almost punishing in its consistency. Wrong. The realization sent a fresh pulse of heat through you. They were going to make you earn it.
You tried again after another dozen strokes, focusing on the way the cock dragged against you, the shape of the head, the quiet sound of breathing above you. "Jeonghan, no. Joshua. Fuck, Joshua."
This time the thrusts slowed. A hand slid between your bodies and rubbed tight circles over your clit in exact time with the cock moving inside you. Correct. The relief of getting it right mixed with the building pressure until you came a third time, shaking, the blindfold soaked through at the edges.
They didn’t let you rest.
The cock withdrew. Hands rolled you onto your stomach, then lifted your hips until you were on your knees, chest to the mattress. Someone settled behind you. The head of a cock nudged your entrance from behind and pushed in with one long stroke. At the same time another body moved in front of you. Fingers tilted your chin up and the head of a second cock brushed your lips.
You opened. The taste was clean and familiar. You took him deep on the first pass, letting him set the rhythm while the one behind you fucked into you with steady, deep thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming under the blindfold, every nerve focused on the stretch of your mouth and the stretch between your legs, the wet sounds, the controlled breathing of both men.
You tried to guess while you worked. The cock in your mouth felt like Jeonghan, slightly thicker, the way he always pushed a little deeper when he was close. The one inside you felt like Joshua, that upward curve hitting the same spot over and over. You pulled off just long enough to speak. "Jeonghan in my mouth. Joshua fucking me."
A hand stroked your hair in quiet confirmation. Correct. The reward was immediate: the pace behind you turned sharper, the cock in your mouth thrusting deeper, both of them using you in perfect sync. You moaned around the length on your tongue, the vibration making the hips in front of you stutter. They kept you there until your jaw ached and your thighs trembled, until the one behind you reached around and rubbed your clit with rough, perfect pressure. You came again with a muffled cry, the orgasm rolling through you in waves that made you clench hard around the cock inside you.
They switched again while you were still shaking.
The one in your mouth pulled out. The one behind withdrew. Hands guided you onto your back once more. A body settled over you and a cock pushed into you in one smooth motion. At the same time another set of hands spread your thighs wider and a mouth closed over your clit, sucking hard.
The combination short-circuited every careful attempt to catalogue differences. You could only feel full, wet, overwhelmed. The cock inside you moved in deep, rolling thrusts while the mouth between your legs worked you with focused intensity. You lasted less than a minute before the next orgasm tore through you, stronger than the others, your back arching off the bed.
When the aftershocks faded they rearranged once more. This time both of them were close, one cock pressing against your entrance while the other rested heavy against your stomach. They took turns pushing into you: one stroke from the first, then a switch, then the second, over and over, never letting you settle into the feel of either for long. Hands everywhere. Mouths on your breasts, your throat, your mouth. The blindfold made every transition sharper, every new stretch a fresh question.
You guessed wrong twice in a row. Each time the pace slowed to a torturous grind, denying you the angle you needed. When you finally got one right "Jeonghan" the reward was a hard, deep set of thrusts that pushed you right to the edge again. They held you there, switching one last time, until you were begging without words, hips lifting, hands fisting the sheets.
Joshua, you were almost certain it was Joshua, buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding in tight circles while Jeonghan’s fingers rubbed your clit in matching rhythm. You came with a broken sound, the orgasm so intense it left you shaking and oversensitive. They didn’t stop. The cock inside you kept moving through it, slower now, drawing every last tremor out of you.
Eventually the movements stilled. One of them pulled out carefully. The other followed. Hands gentled on your skin, stroking down your sides, your thighs, soothing. Someone untied the blindfold with careful fingers.
Light filtered in, soft and low. Jeonghan was on your right, hair messy, mouth curved in that satisfied half-smile. Joshua was on your left, eyes dark, one hand still resting on your hip. Both of them were still hard, still waiting.
You looked between them, chest rising and falling hard and managed a hoarse "I got most of them."
Jeonghan laughed quietly. "Most."
Joshua leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth. "Enough."
They finished themselves soon after: Jeonghan stroking over your stomach while Joshua came across your thighs then cleaned you up with the same unhurried care they always showed after. No lingering declarations. No shift in the rules. Just the three of you catching your breath in the dim room, the game complete, the arrangement exactly as it had always been.
You stayed a little longer than usual that night, limbs tangled, the blindfold discarded on the nightstand. When you finally left, Jeonghan walked you to the door with a lazy kiss and a quiet "Same time next week?" Joshua sent the usual post-night text an hour later: a single photo of the crumpled sheets and a question mark.
➼ you finish work early? he’s already waiting for you in his flashy new car outside
➼ you have a shit day? he’s already ran you a bath filled with rose petals and your favourite bath bomb
➼ he would take you to his celebrity-only parties and dinners, buying you a new dress and a pair of heels that match each time
➼ he’s buying every single plushie you want too
➼ “here, let me carry that for you baby”
➼ loves how you fold at the simple things like his hand on your thigh or around your waist
➼ definitely the type to place his hands on your thigh under the table, inching his fingers towards the hem of your skirt just to watch you squirm
➼ fucks you in the restaurant bathroom with his hand covering your mouth to muffle the moans that escape your lips
➼ “i bet you’ve always fantasised about me fucking you in public sweetheart”
➼ always pays for dinner because his “(my) pretty girl should never have to pay for anything”
➼ you would always want to pay him back by getting on your knees for him, but he’s very strict about him pleasuring you instead
➼ “babygirl, you don’t have to do that…but you could sit on my face so i can have my dessert”
➼ the first time you actually convince him to let you suck his cock, he nearly blacks out from how innocent you look - his length in your mouth, the outline of his cock protruding from your cheek, your teary eyes fixating on his facial expression to see if he likes it…he has to fight every muscle in his body to not face fuck you right there and then
➼ “mmm, yeah, just like that sweetheart—that’s it babygirl, use your tongue for me..”
a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long and i just finished it!! if u requested this ages ago, i am so sorry :(( i am going to attempt to switch between posting for skz and svt!!
synopsis... you accidentally text svt a thirst message about them, thinking they were someone else... inspired/directly quoted from things @mylovesstuffs and @eclipsaria said today.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ pairing... svt x reader
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ genre... smau, fluff???, smut??
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ trigger/content warning... mature/nsfw content - minors dni, a lot of phallic symbols, freaks, jealousy, breeding, mentions of p0rn?, leg spreading, swearing, mingyu's feelings, pls let me know if i missed anything!
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging!
a/n... literally pumped this out in half an hour because of how inspired i was LMFAO... i did not mean to post this fast again but here we are YAYYY!! please thank yuki and cel for these amazing one liners... i was shocked once, twice, thrice, and then a bijillion times. i tried to make it more pg but it was kinda hard...
