ˎˊ˗ IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE HOOKUP ... maybe you really are a whore! When you first started seeing Wen Junhui, you told yourself it was a private ordeal; something to relieve your stress. At least, it was, until he invited his friend, Minghao... who invited his friends. Now you’re caught between thirteen seriously handsome guys!
⌗ paring: seventeen ot13 x fem!reader
↳ content: pure smut. every chapter. horny horny horny boys and lots of threesomes. it's all relatively tame, though. read at your own risk
ᐢ..ᐢ lae's notes ↬ can we get some more ot13 shit guys .. don't make me write it all myself .. anyways, please support by commenting and reblogging! it helps me grow immensely!
⌗ 001 1+1 DEAL ⤷ JUNHUI & MINGHAO
⌗ 002 CAN I BORROW HER? ⤷ SOONYOUNG & JIHOON
⌗ 003 WELL, IF YOU DO IT... ⤷ JOSHUA & HANSOL
⌗ 004 CHANGED MY MIND ⤷ SEUNGCHEOL & JEONGHAN & WONWOO
⌗ 005 EASIEST MONEY OF MY LIFE ⤷ MINGYU & SEOKMIN
⌗ 006 WHAT, WE CAN'T GO? ⤷ SEUNGKWAN & CHAN
content: 18+, pwp, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), swallowing, praise, established relationship.
the steam fills the bathroom, hot water cascading down your skin as you drop to your knees in front of minghao. his back presses against the cool tiles, those sharp eyes half-lidded with lust while droplets trace the lines of his toned chest and abs.
"you look so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice low and husky, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. you wrap your hand around his length first, stroking slowly, feeling him twitch and harden under your touch. the water makes everything slick, easier, hotter.
leaning in, you press soft kisses along his shaft before taking him into your mouth. he lets out a quiet groan, hips jerking just a little as your tongue swirls around the tip. you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, the shower spray hitting your face and mixing with the taste of him. his free hand braces on the wall, knuckles whitening while the other guides you, not pushing too hard, just enough to show how much he needs this.
"fuck... just like that," he breathes, head tilting back, throat exposed. you bob your head faster, taking him as far as you can, the sounds wet and obscene over the running water. his thighs tense, muscles flexing under your palms, and you know he's close when his moans get breathier, more desperate.
you glance up at him through the steam, eyes locked, and that's what sends him over — minghao cumming down your throat with a shuddering gasp, fingers tightening in your hair. you swallow every drop, milking him gently until he's spent and trembling.
he pulls you up afterward, kissing you deep and messy under the spray, whispering how perfect you are against your lips. the shower keeps running, but neither of you moves to turn it off yet.
syn. when you receive a photo of your boyfriend from his best friend.
𝒾. MA CHÉRIE──ot13 x gn!reader, suggestive (?), pet name (mingyu), not shipping joshua and jeonghan, crack & fluff smau ⟢ cœur
美麗 ⦂ this week, has been the CRAZIEST WEEK so far. i cried seeing edits of howoo, watched demon slayer (100/10) and cried every three mins, take a shot by hoshi, members sending howoo to military, OT13 FRICKING CONCERT AHHHHHH!!!
summary: everyone knows about the red string of fate: a delicate thread tied at the base of the pinky finger, something that connects you with your soulmate. your one perfect person. your other half. so why do you have thirteen strings?
warnings: alternate universe - soulmates, idol!au, this is still set in svtverse, angst and fluff, smut in later chapters, swearing, group dynamics, reader is slightly insecure and shy, mentions of loneliness, trust and abandonment issues, some jealousy and being possessive
📸 pairing: grad student bf!minghao x fem!gf!reader
📸 genre: mild mild angst, fluff, suggestive
📸 summary: your boyfriend learns no one knows he's dating you and feels guilty about it.
📸 a/n: AHHHHHH I've made my return with this sh*te story i wrote almost two months ago. I had a dream about this and it could've honestly been more smutty but as I've shared before, I'm starting to stray away from writing super detailed smut so ig you can just use your imagination LOL! I hope u enjoy! my minghao fics tend to not get lots of love but for my minghao luvrs out there, I hope u enjoy! fun fact: minghao was the first member to catch my eye like truly truly when i first got into svt so he is very special to me.
thank u to @/cafekitsune for the dividers!!
Minghao straightens the baseball cap on his head, watching Joshua and Mingyu laugh at their dear friend Soonyoung. This house party started two hours ago, and Soonyoung is deep in the realms of drunkenness. He’s falling prey to Jun’s horrible magic tricks, eyes wide and shiny, mouth agape, clearly confused about how Jun made a card appear behind his ear.
“Hey Hao,” a voice flutters in his ear, interrupting the scene in front of him. Minghao turns around and sees Insong, one of the girls from his friend group. She’s very pretty with long legs and smooth, silky hair that she always wears down. He hasn’t known her for very long, since she and her girlfriends only joined the master’s program he’s in this year.
Lately, the two of them have been conversing more as she seeks his expertise in the classes he took the year before. He finds that she’s been texting him constantly, asking for his opinions on a fabric she’s choosing for her latest projects.
Minghao isn’t a moron and he’s certainly not blind. He knows Insong is into him, but since she hasn’t explicitly made any moves on him, he’s not doing anything about it. He keeps his answers short, refraining from answering her when he’s in bed right next to you.
His girlfriend of three years.
There is no one on planet Earth whom Minghao loves more than you. You’re his shining star, and he’s merely a planet, orbiting around you. His perfect match, his missing piece. The day he met you, he knew you were the one. There was something about the way you held yourself, bold and beautiful, that he knew he needed to be with you.
Turns out the universe agreed. You both had so much in common- your desire to experiment in fashion, adding chains, mixed metals, furs, diamonds to what was once a simple piece. Your confidence entranced him; how you walked to class in unique outfits, with different hair colors, styles, and cuts.
It took just one date for you to feel the same way.
Now he has endless access to you. Your lips, your body, your mind, but most importantly, your heart.
Insong places a hand on his shoulder, shooting Minghao a dimpled smile. Eyes peering down at her, he notes the half-empty glass in her other hand.
“Hao, I don’t know how to say this, so I figured I should just tell you. I’m,” she pauses to look into his eyes. “I’m interested in you. Like, interested interested. You’re so hard to read, but I can’t wait any longer. I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” She bats her eyelashes, moving closer so that their chests are an inch apart. One more step and they’d be chest to chest.
Minghao places his hand on top of Insong’s and softly lifts it away. “Insong, I’m very flattered. But, I’m not single.”
Insong’s eyes are as wide as saucers as she opens and closes her mouth, clearly in shock.
“Oh, oh my gosh. Oh, I’m so sorry, Minghao. I just- I thought you were single. I, I just assumed you were single because you never show any girlfriend on Instagram. I should’ve never assumed, I should’ve asked the others,” Insong is blabbering now, and Minghao interrupts her with a soft hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about this. I promise this won’t change anything about our friendship,” he softly smiles, looking directly into her eyes.
Insong flushes, still clearly embarrassed about her incorrect assumption. “Really?” she asks meekly. “Yeah, you’re fine. Here I’ll grab you another drink.” Minghao reaches behind him to hand her a cold can of beer.
Insong meekly runs away after thanking him for the drink, not without throwing out a few more apologies.
Now alone, Minghao frowns. Did he really never post you on his Instagram? Minghao wasn’t one to share so much of his personal life on there, but if he could share selfies or mirror pics of himself, surely he had to have shared a pic of you. Right?
His Instagram profile boasts one photo, a picture of himself at an art museum in graffiti-covered jeans that you gave him on his 24th birthday. He goes through the archive of his stories and finds it full of pictures of himself that you took, or pictures of his friends, or concerts, or parties. Not one clear, direct photo of you. His heart is pounding in his chest. There is no proof you exist in his life. The three years of love you’ve given him aren’t displayed on the platform that represents who he is to the people from all around his life.
Desperate, Minghao approaches Joshua. “You know I have a girlfriend, right?” Confusion flashes across Joshua’s face.
“What? No, you don’t.” Minghao’s face must be full of horror because Joshua pauses to think back to Minghao’s romantic history.
“Oh, wait. Are you still with Y/N? I never knew if you guys were actually together?”
“We’ve been together for three years now,” Minghao says flatly. Joshua’s eyes widen. He drags Mingyu into the conversation. All Minghao hears is white noise as Mingyu also confesses he had no idea Minghao had been with you all this time.
He’s spiraling.
There was the time you went to one of these stupid parties with him, yet you spent the whole night apart with different friend groups. He never kisses you in public, always hating public displays of affection. He prefers to show you just how much he loves you in private, sensually pressing his lips against yours, making love to you over and over.
There is no doubt that he shows you just how much he loves you. But he doesn’t show the world.
Setting his drink down on the closest table, Minghao quickly waves his friends off, itching to get back home to be with you.
“You’re back early,” you say with a big stretch, clearly surprised that your boyfriend is back from a party before midnight.
“Hey,” he greets you softly, immediately making a beeline towards your curled-up figure on the couch. You’re in a tiny black tank top, making it easier for him to touch every surface of your warm skin. After three years together, there is nothing your boyfriend can hide from you.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you ask, playing with the two silver hoops on his left ear.
“You remember Insong?”
“Yeah, the new grad student, right?”
“Well, she asked me out, but I told her I wasn’t single. And she said she didn’t know because I’ve never posted you on my Instagram,” he says, finally looking into your eyes to gauge your thoughts.
“So you think I’m upset that you don’t post me on your Instagram?” Minghao nods, tightening his hold on your arms.
You break into a beautiful smile.
“My love, I don’t care about that. I love you, and you love me. Who cares?”
“But I do!” Minghao suddenly exclaims. “I care that no one knows I’ve been with you for three years, and there’s no proof. We go on so many dates and we take so many pictures, yet I never post any of them. I don’t share how much I love you. It feels like I’m hiding you or embarrassed by you, which I’m not. I feel like I’ve fucked up,” he says slumping back into the couch.
Minghao grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest.
“I love you, infinitely. I’m sorry I don’t say it louder,” he whispers in your ear. To seal the deal, he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, staring deep into your eyes, lips ghosting yours. “I love you,” he says, sinking his tongue into your mouth. “I’m sorry.” Lips brush against your jaw, a big, strong hand wraps around the base of your throat.
Arms encircle your waist, a cheek is pressed against your shoulder, a face buried in your neck.
“You’re it for me,” he says softly, voice muffled.
You run your fingers through his long hair. Minghao loves experimenting with different hair colors. You’ve been with him when his hair was bleached blond in the fall, silver in the winter, caramel brown in the spring, red in the summer. Five more hair colors since then, and it’s now in its natural state. You’ve loved Minghao throughout all his hair phases, but you’ll always remember the Minghao you fell in love with three winters ago, when it was pitch black, just like how it is now.
“Babe, you’re it for me too,” you reply back with a big, beautiful smile.
Minghao is looking at you with lidded eyes, and when he shrugs your tank top sleeve down your shoulder, he’s determined to show you just how much he loves you.
*xuminghao_o just posted a story
Eyebrow raised, you click on the story.
It’s the mirror picture you took earlier today. Minghao’s chest was pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around your stomach. A kiss pressed to your cheek and a huge smile on your face. Much like the smile you were sporting right now.
You’ve never been one to care what your boyfriend does or doesn’t post on his Instagram. But this picture on his story is evidence of your relationship. Evidence that he loves you enough to share you with everyone who follows him.
you think minghao is already asleep by the time you lay down beside him, body finally relaxed after such a long, hectic day.
your hair is a bit damp from how hot the shower was, but you don't mind - and you know that neither does minghao. in fact, as you make yourself comfortable on the bed, you feel one of his arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer to his chest.
"you changed your lotion."
it isn't a question, but it's not a full statement either; it's as if minghao has commented on something in his sleepy state. you even doubt if you have actually heard him, but then he lays his lips on the back of your neck, nostrils breathing in your scent.
you did in fact change your lotion to a new one.
"you like it?", you ask him, a soft smile on your lips.
minghao only hums, telling you he did. you think you hear him mumble something like 'it's good', but right after you hear his soft snores in your ear, and you know he's back in dreamland again.
in which he tried to kiss you, only for you to use your hand to cover his lips. how would he react?
featuring : seventeen ot13 ! (separately)
cw : gn!reader, fluff, kissing, suggestive & angst if you squint, grammar mistakes are to be expected as english is not my first language, they're all silly, some are longer than others😀
a/n : i desperately need more ot13 reacts
s.coups: after hanging out for quite some time with his friends, all he wanted to do was to go home and rest comfortably on his bed with you. it wasn't like he hated hanging out, he was just too tired. so, the moment you opened the door for him, he immediately latched onto you—pushing the door using his leg as he tried to kiss you.
that was until your hand suddenly came up to cover his lips, making him froze in place. what? why did you even do that? he furrowed his brows, lips pouting before he pulled your wrist away—pulling you closer against him as he finally kissed you.
jeonghan: the atmosphere was warm, you were spending time with each other and enjoying each other's presence on the couch. in fact, he enjoyed spending quality time with you so much that he couldn't help but to lean closer to kiss you—well, not until he felt the cold surface of your palm..
he'd raise his brows at the audacity, then he would just pull away from you, leaving you on the couch. fine. two can play at that game. he won't even pull your wrist away, much less pout at you for doing that. he'd just ignore you until you beg him for a kiss.
joshua: in the midst of sharing sincere, loving words with each other, joshua couldn't help but to stare at your lips to the point he subconsciously leaned in closer to kiss you—only for you to stop him with your hand. he'd pull away, hands still on your shoulders as he stared at you wide-eyed (you know what expression i'm talking about, lol).
the audacity, he thought. he ended up just leaving a kiss on your knuckles. what? you want one on the lips? sorry, but he's never giving you one—smiling to himself as you whined.
junhui: he thought you were just so pretty—sitting in front of the vanity as you fixed your hair—getting ready for your date tonight. he approached you closer from behind, hands on your shoulders as he leaned down to kiss you. that is, before you stopped him with your hand. he immediately crooked his brows.
excuse me? why would you stop him like that? jun didn't know why, but he immediately apologized awkwardly as he tried to think of whatever he did wrong for you to do that. you only laughed before finally giving him the kiss he wanted.
hoshi: well, good luck with this man. waking up with hoshi always consisted of him leaning closer to you, whispering sweet words like how pretty you look today (despite just waking up a few minutes ago), and how much he wished he could look at your face every second of the day. then, he'd close the gap with a kiss against your lips. this time, however, you covered his lips with your hand.
he's shocked, offended, and gasping dramatically as he pulled away. he immediately hits you with barrages of questions—do you not love him anymore? have you found someone else? was he that bad at kissing you? does his breath smell right now?!
he was asking so many questions that you'd have to shut him up with a kiss, which just made him all giggly. now you'd have to endure him until he's kissing you senseless.
wonwoo: he spends his time playing games at home while you usually lounge on the bed, watching him play. but this time, you decided to surprise him by giving him his favorite meal you cooked yourself, placing it carefully beside his keyboard. he broke into a smile in the middle of fighting the enemy, before making his character go into a secluded corner so he could go AFK and kiss you as a form of gratitude. but then you placed your hand on his lips—catching him off guard.
why did you even do that? his lips would turn into a small frown before he pulls you in by your waist, making you almost stumble into his lap. he won't even say anything—he'd just stare at you with that same, frowning look before you finally gave in out of guilt. is this what people call guilt-tripping?
woozi: really, he's in his element the moment he sat down on that swivel chair—fingers immediately set on the mouse as he checked the tracks he had been working on for the past few days. he hummed to the tune of music playing in the background before his lips quirked up slightly into a smile at the sight of you entering the studio. it's not new for you to approach him during work—asking him what he was working on as you circled your arms around his neck, listening to him talking about his songs.
he'd push his chair back just slightly, tilting his head back to kiss you. but then you placed a hand on his lips, to which he raised a brow at that. why did you even do that? he won't stop asking why until you gave him a reason. he'd just sigh, asking you what was the point of that. yet he couldn't help but to feel a little disappointed.
you laughed at the change in tone before hugging him tighter and leaning down to kiss him. suddenly, he dodged your kiss—giving you a taste of your own medicine. not so funny now, huh?
dokyeom: poor guy. after coming home from an exhausting but fun trip with you, all he wanted was to lay down on your bed while keeping you close—not caring about the messy state of your unpacked suitcases. he pulled you in closer once he felt your fingers gently threading through his hair, tilting his head up so he would be able to land a soft kiss to your lips. that is until you covered his lips with your hand—earning a surprised hum from him.
frankly speaking, he felt a little disappointed by the gesture. so, instead of being stubborn and leaning in for a kiss, he decided to lower his head with a small smile. you frowned, finally lifting up his head so you would be able to pepper his face with kisses. you would never do this prank again.
mingyu: it's almost embarrassing how quickly his smile turned into a pout the moment your hand landed on his lips. it's unfair, he thought. he had to endure practicing extra today, only to come home being denied his kiss? what is this, hell? he would rather go back to practice again if you keep doing that.
you only laughed at his dramatic reaction, finally giving him a soft kiss before pulling away with an apology. he didn't respond much—opting to pull you into another kiss. to make up for the teasing earlier, he said.
minghao: for some reason, minghao woke up early in the morning to go for a morning jog with you. you questioned what the occasion was, but he said that he just felt like it, and that it would be healthy for the body anyway. after an hour of jogging, you finally returned home all sweaty and tired. instead of immediately washing up, however, you decided to lay down on the couch for a few minutes to cool down. it's better to shower when your body has cooled down anyway, he said.
though, minghao couldn't stop staring at you as you rambled on about what you saw at the jog earlier—like the cats on the sidewalk, that one cafe you've been wanting to visit, and.. wait, what did you talk about? because minghao couldn't resist kissing you.
you stopped him midway, putting your hand on his lips. he raised his brows before rolling his eyes, finally standing up from the couch to shower. he didn't care that you whined for him to come back—he's never kissing you again.
seungkwan: the moment you walked through the door with a suspiciously wide smile on your face, was the moment seungkwan realized you probably had something planned. he tensed up—gripping the mic tighter than intended as he stared at your mischievous expression. why were you even trying to do something sinister while he was doing karaoke in his free time?! after an unnecessarily long silence, he decided it would be best to just ignore you. it turns out that you weren't even planning on doing anything—only sitting down on the couch to admire him from behind.
once he finished his much needed karaoke session after so much stress, he sat with you on the couch, suddenly leaning in for a kiss as a way to show how much he missed you. but then, suddenly, you placed your hand on his lips, which caught him off guard. his eyes went wide, brows furrowed, and he looked like he immediately wanted to explode into a series of whys dramatically—before suddenly laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
he ended up prying your hand away, leaning in closer to give the once denied kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
vernon: it was never easy for you to pull a prank on him. it wasn't like he'd immediately notice what you were trying to do, it was more so that he wouldn't react much—so the efforts would be done in vain. however, after scrolling through your phone for what felt like an hour, you found the perfect prank for him.
as he walked through your shared bedroom with his phone in hand—his eyes immediately set on you before he laid down next to you, one hand wrapping around your waist loosely while the other on his phone. you thought of many ways to make him want to kiss you, and you decided that you'd just be the one to lean in first. he noticed your face inching closer to him, so he turned his head sideways, trying to give you a soft kiss.
only for you to pull away slightly while covering his lips. you blinked a few times, trying to gauge his reaction. but the more you stared at him, the more he blinked back at you, confused as to what you were doing. well, there are many other ways to prank him anyway.
dino: midnight rides with him were always so fun. it was a way for the two of you to unwind, going out without coming home drained, and just spending time with each other in general. he'd sing and drive on the driver's seat, while you'd sit on the passenger's seat, staring at the rearview mirror while fixing your look. he couldn't help but to stare at how effortlessly pretty you were—and since the traffic lights were showing red, he decided to pull you in and give you a kiss.
well, he tried, at least. it was until he felt your palm against his lips that he opened his eyes—wide in disbelief. he'd cover his mouth, gasping dramatically as if he just experienced the top ten worst things on earth, and this is number one on the list. you giggled at his reaction, finally pulling him back in by his collar to kiss him on his lips. by the time he pulled away, the cars behind him were already honking.
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