#joshua hong oneshot

[cheolism]

gentlemen do it in cars

joshua hong x female reader

summary: joshua decides to take you in the car after you bring him home to meet your parents.

wc is approx 2k

genre: smut, established relationship. minors do not interact. not edited bc i love to reread it later and see all my errors

warnings: reader has female anatomy. pet names (good girl, baby), use of slut (not derogatory). car sex (magical car seats that are big enough). fingering, finger sucking; unprotected sex. "gentleman" joshua vs dom josh. slightly mean joshua.

"Aw," Joshua cooed, one of his hands leaving to grab your phone. He unlocked it using his birthdate, reading off the message that had just pinged you. "It's from your mom. 'We absolutely loved having Joshua over and can't wait to see the two of you again! If you ask me, he's definitely a keeper. It's nice seeing you with someone who knows how to treat you right.'"

Joshua chuckled, tossing your phone back up front. He leaned back over you, his hand returning to where it had been fisted in your hair. All the while his fingers continued their pace inside of you.

He fingered you tortuously with long, perfect thrusts that hit you in all the right spots. The drag of his fingers against your walls had your toes curling, fingers scrambling against the seat for some sort of hold.

Josh brought his face down to your neck, running his lips over your skin. His voice was low when he spoke, but no less melodic, filling your ears and sending fluid from your cunt. "What do you think, baby? Think I know how to treat you right?"

He accentuated his words by thrusting his fingers into you in one swift movement, brutally hitting that spot inside of you that had you whining in his ears like a whore.

Josh mouthed along your skin, teeth skimming and sending your nerves on edge in anticipation for his bite.

It was so hot. He hadn't unclothed you all the way, your hoodie hanging off of one arm to reveal your torso, your pants pushed down around your ankles. Josh was completely dressed still, only his hair mused from where you couldn't help but sink your fingers in whenever he kissed you.

Josh laughed as you let out a high moan, arching your back into his hands. He began picking up the movement of his fingers, the pace becoming hurried, abusing your g-spot relentlessly.

"If only they could see their perfect little girl," he hummed, nose brushing along the tendon in your neck. Josh pressed an open-mouthed kiss there before trailing his mouth along your collar. "See her getting split open by my fingers in the back of my car on some dirt road."

Josh removed his fingers from you, a long, high whine of protest escaping your lips. Josh shushed you, pressing a kiss to your mouth. He settled his hand back in your cunt, skimming circles over the hood of your clit. "Settle down, baby. Just need you to cum for me before I fuck you, okay? You know how hard it is for me to fit if we don't."

You nodded, panting as his thumb expertly maneuvered to your clit. Josh's lips returned to your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Josh," you whispered, your throat refusing to allow your voice to go any higher. You repeated his name, trying to lift your hips.

"Let me handle it." Josh swiftly shoved his fingers back into your cunt. You clenched around them greedily, eager to have something filling you again. His thumb settled on your clit, finally, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his digits.

"Easy, baby," he laughed, eyes bright as he watched you grind against his fingers desperately. "If you calm down I'll do all the work for you."

Once you were settled, Josh went about making good on his promise. His fingers hit your g-spot with every single thrust; his thumb grinded down on your clit in time.

You tossed your head back against the seat, eyes shutting. Your panting rose in volume as he continued his attack, your body constantly searching out his hand. It felt so good, heat and pressure building.

It sounded so lewd. Your cunt sucked him in audibly, squelching around his fingers. You could hear his mouth working against your neck, the way his breath seemed to get heavier with every passing second.

"Josh, Josh, Josh --"

He breathed against your neck, warm air making you shiver. He hummed, tongue leaving his mouth and running along your breast. Josh began to suck a hickey into the plush flesh there, ignoring the little sob that left you.

"Josh, Josh, please."

Josh laughed pityingly. "Okay, baby. You can cum now."

His fingers were fast and harsh, his thumb never leaving your clit as he played with it meanly. It was so much, it was all so much. The feeling of heat trapped between the two of you, the pressure building and mounting, the electricity that seemed to come from his thumb as it bullied your clit.

Then Josh was biting down on your breast, teeth sinking in. You let out a loud moan, back arching into him, the tension in your gut snapping and sending a flood of release out of your cunt.

Josh worked you through your orgasm, humming softly and pressing kisses against your sweaty temple. Once you settled, chest heaving, he slowly brought his hand from your cunt.

When you whined he laughed, obviously pleased at your neediness. Josh's fingers settled on your lower lip, tugging. "Open up."

Obediently you parted your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth. You loved the weight of them on your tongue, loved how they filled up your mouth and made you constantly work your throat in an attempt to take them both.

Sucking, you drank in your juices and clean off his fingers. Josh's eyes, which were normally so soft and sweet and kind, were hooded and dark, watching you with satisfaction.

Josh took his fingers from your mouth, though you attempted to follow them. Josh laughed then, and not able to help himself, leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "So needy, aren't you, baby? Don't worry, I'll give you something better than my fingers."

He pulled away from you, kneeling on the seat. You watched, entranced, as his long fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans. Watching Josh take his clothes off was always something that had you drooling, eyeing as his forearm muscles worked, muscles flexing and veins bulging.

Josh shoved his pants down to his knees, moving back between your thighs. He lifted your lower half, one of his hands tugging down your sweats as he went. You lifted your hips, helping him. Once your pants were off, his large hands settled on the small of your back. "Okay baby, you ready?"

At your nod, Josh slowly began to push inside of you. Your cunt was still loose from his fingers, but that didn't stop Joshua's dickhead from catching on your hole. You winced at he continued to push, your hole protesting.

Then your cunt gave, his cock sliding in. You let out a soft whine, feeling it stretch out your walls. Immediately you were met with the delicious feeling of being full. It was like something had been missing all this time and it was Joshua's cock that cured that feeling.

Joshua stopped once his hips were flush against you, his dick settled inside of you. His dickhead brushed against your g-spot with every shift, drawing little whimpers out of you.

"That's it, baby," Joshua murmured. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw tight in an effort to keep himself still as your cunt stretched itself around his dick, getting used to the intrusion. "Good girl."

Your mouth parted at the praise, your hips involuntarily twitching, pussy clenching. Joshua let out a low swear, his fingers digging into you.

"Josh," you whined, trying to wiggle your hips against him in an effort to get Joshua to move. "Please move, Josh."

Slowly Joshua began to pull out of you, the drag of his cock against your walls making your cunt clench around his dick in an attempt to keep him nestled inside.

"Fuck," Joshua swore. "Your cunt's so tight."

Once his dickhead caught on your rim, Joshua adjusted. His hands settled on your hips, holding you up. You braced your feet against the seat, trying to help him.

Then Joshua snapped his hips forward at the same time as he dragged your hips towards him, impaling you on his dick. You couldn't help but let out a cry, back arching and toes curling.

Each thrust was met with him dragging your hips, using his strength to manipulate his body to his will. He used you like a toy, like a sleeve, nothing more than a means to an end.

His fingers dug into your flesh, nails catching. Every time his hips met cunt you clenched, fluid gushing from your cunt. He harshly fucked into you, the head of his dick abusing your g-spot, hitting it with the expertise of a man who had long memorized your body.

Joshua leaned over you, releasing your hips. He pulled out of you entirely, and immediately your eyes narrowed in on his cock. It slapped against his stomach, tall and angry, glistening with your juices.

His hands returned to your hips, and you allowed Joshua to turn you over and onto your knees. You pressed your head down onto the seat, huffing, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

His dick slid into you easily, your cunt thoroughly stretched. Joshua draped himself over your back, putting himself flush against you once more. It was hot, too hot, especially with his body trapping the heat between you two.

You said nothing, however. You just listened to the sound of his pants as he filled you, tilting your neck when he began pressing kisses along it. Joshua's lips trailed over your shoulder blades, moving to follow along your back.

Then Joshua lifted himself off of you, his hands settling on your hips. With less urgency than before he began to slide into you with long, careful thrusts that had you softly crying out, rocking your hips back into him.

It felt delicious the way his cock hit your core, the drag of his length against your walls. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin just as lewd as the noises of your cunt.

You were going to have to clean the seats, you faintly realized as your juices gushed from you.

Joshua huffed, moving again to place a foot on the floorboards. When he began thrusting it was powerful, intentional. Every thrust was planned and calculated, Joshua seeking out your release alongside his own.

"Gonna cum in my car, baby?" He cooed, one of his hands moving from your hips. His fingers skimmed along your skin as he moved his hand around, trailing across your stomach as he set out for your clit. "Gonna soak my car seats like a desperate little slut?"

You nodded against the seats, eyes squeezed shut. When his forefingers pressed against your clit you couldn't help the little scream that left you. You could faintly hear Joshua chuckle. "What a good girl you are, letting me fuck you like this. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Nodding, you let out a soft little moan. Joshua's fingers began rubbing against your clit furiously, his hips picking up pace as he drove into you. He was almost harsh with it, the way he used you.

"Say it for me," he murmured, voice nearly lost to the squelches of your cunt, the slap of his balls against the back of your thighs. "Say it, baby."

"'m a good --" You broke off, mouth involuntarily parting at a particularly good thrust. With a gasp, you continued. "'m a good girl."

"Yes you are." Joshua took your clit between his fingers and squeezed, your body jolting at the roughness. You were cumming before you realized it, however, heat rushing through you and blinding you.

When you came back, Joshua was holding you on his lap. You could feel his cum leaking from your hole, combining with your own orgasm and leaving your thighs soaked.

Both of his arms were around you, your head on his shoulder. Joshua was humming softly, hands gently carding through your hair.

"Joshie?" At his little noise of acknowledgement, you pulled back just enough to look up at him. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat, eyes slightly tired from the sex. But still he smiled gently, as if he hadn't just fucked your cunt in a car.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He raised a hand, brushing the hair that had stuck to your face from sweat away. "Doing okay?"

You nodded against him, moving to press a kiss to his neck. You let him continue holding you, his soft little song filling your ears.

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That Locket ~ *Joshua Hong*

Summary: As the new cop on the beat, you are eager to please your superiors. However, what you didn’t expect was to get tangled up in the secret organized crime you didn’t realize was in town. Although, you don’t actually know there is a mafia out there and of course this handsome man you just met isn’t apart of it… right?

Pairing: Joshua Hong X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 3127

Warning: Some swearing and a couple mentions of blood

Mafia Masterlist

“Have a good night, Y/n.” The Captain of the precinct called out to you as you grabbed your jacket. You nodded to him before heading out the door of the police station.

It wasn’t easy being the new girl at the station, but the Captain and the rest of the team were really nice to you and helped you when you needed it most. In all honesty, you were glad to be assigned here at this precinct. The neighborhood wasn’t so bad and even if there was a call or complaint, it was usually a dumb teenager that simply got a warning.

As you left the station, you took a deep breath of the crisp evening air. The last bit of summer was chilling into a cool autumn. It was the perfect time to be walking home from a good week of work. With a small smile on your face, you went on your way towards home, looking forward to a nice meal and a couple of movies.

Passing through Main Street, USA, you couldn’t help but indulge in a little window shopping. It was Friday and you were just personally handed your very first paycheck, which wasn’t too bad at all. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to buy dinner or get a new pair of shoes. Who knows what you could find in any of these small businesses?

Just as you passed a small antique store, you paused. There in the window was a gorgeous locket, with an intricate design decorating the front. It was a dashing shade of antique bronze and looked like it could hold a rather sizable picture. Maybe this is what you splurged on. It certainly was exquisite and you could put a picture of your family in it. Before you could negotiate yourself out of a closer look, you opened the door and got closer to the locket. Not only was the locket perfect, the price was as well. It wouldn’t be much of a splurge at all.

Making your way to the cashier, you smiled brightly at him. “Hello, sir. Is that locket in the front window for sale?”

He looked up from his magazine at you, almost giving you a once over before nodding. “Yes, it is. Looking to buy?”        

You nodded. “Yes, please. I can give you the cash right now and then I can wear the locket out.”

Nodding, he took your money and helped you get it out of the window and around your neck. You thanked him before making your way to your favorite take out place. Since you didn’t splurge too much on the locket, food sounded like the perfect plan to pay a little more. After getting your order, you were finally on your way home.

But not without one more unexpected stop.

As you were walking towards your home, you heard someone wince in a shady alleyway. Peering in, you notice a hunched over figure, trying unsuccessfully to hide behind a dumpster. Despite your better judgement, you couldn’t help but take a step closer to the person.

“Are, are you alright?” You called out, gripping your take out tighter.

There was a pause before a gruff, male voice answered. “I’m fine. Just keep walking. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I don’t have a car but I can get some help.” You asked, taking another couple steps closer as he shuffled back.

“No, I’m fine. Just go home already. I can take care of myself.” He snapped.

Sighing, you didn’t turn away. Instead, you opened up your take out and grabbed the napkins inside and, kneeling down, held them out to him. “I’m not a doctor, but I do have some napkins to stop the bleeding. That is, if you’re bleeding. I might have some pain meds if it’s a hangover you got.”

“Go away already!” The man finally turned to look at you, anger in his eyes and blood streaking his face. As soon as he looked at you, he paled considerably before throwing an accusatory finger at the locket around your neck. “Where the hell did you get that?”

You looked at him, confused, closing a fist around the locket. “F-from the antique store down the street. Why?”

He shook his head. “Nevermind, just go away. Now!”

Scrambling back, you nodded at his stern tone. Standing up, you raced out of the alley and stopped at a corner not too far away. After calling the hospital about the man in the alley, you made your way home, still thinking about the poor guy bleeding in the alley. There was something about him that stuck in your mind for some reason. Maybe, just maybe, if you were lucky, you’d be able to see him again.

Meanwhile, Joshua stepped out of the alleyway, the blood still leaking from his nose. After wiping it on his sleeve, he pulled out his phone and called his subordinate. The phone rang twice before he picked up. He was already shouting before he even said hello to him.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT LOCKET TO SOME RANDOM WOMAN WHO WALKS INTO THAT FORSAKEN STORE OF YOURS?!” Joshua screeched.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Junhui smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair, tossing his magazine on the counter.

“YOU KNOW THAT LOCKET IS PRICELESS AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO SELL IT!” He seethed, gritting his teeth.

Keeping a chuckle to himself, Junhui gave a small gasp. “Oh, that’s the locket you were talking about? Oh man, I had no idea. Sorry, Joshie.”

“Damn it, Jun, don’t play stupid like I know you are. You knew what that locket was when you sold it.” He spat, as he entered the car that Seungcheol arranged for him, sirens wailing in the distance.

Disregarding the obvious blow to his self-esteem, Jun shrugged to himself. “Look Joshie, if it’s any consolation, I just scored you a date, so you’re welcome for that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Rolling his eyes at his subordinate’s obvious dense behavior, he explained, “I have her number. You want it back, you’ll have to call her and tell her I accidentally sold it to her and that it was a mistake. That should hopefully lead to a coffee date, which is all thanks to me.”

“And you can’t call, because?”

“Because you need to date. The others may not tell you, but you’re a bit of an ass. Maybe if you date someone, you won’t be so bad anymore.”

Joshua scowled. “Look, I’m not looking to date anyone. Not now, not ever. Now get me back my mother’s wedding locket or so help me, I will personally oversee your torture and execution.”

“Coups wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me too much.” Jun teased, causing Joshua to angrily hang up. Chuckling to himself, he leaned back in his chair, putting his arms under his head. “He’ll thank me for this. I just know it. I’ve yet to be wrong about these kinds of things.”

It was during your lunch break a couple weeks later that you decided to take a gander at the cold case files in the basement. Cliche or not, you have always had a thing for a good mystery. Plus, it was a secret wish of yours to be able to solve at least one of them. You felt like that marked you as a good cop.

“Y/n? Is that you?” The Captain asked, confusion in his voice. “What are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be on break for lunch?”

You smile anxiously, holding a file in your hand. “Oh, yes, sir. I am. I just thought I would spend this time looking through the cold case files. That’s all.”

He chuckled. “Ah, I see. Hoping for some extra credit, yeah?”

“Well not exactly, sir-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He waved his hand, dismissing your argument. “I have faith in your skills, but you don’t need to bother with these cold cases. They’ll probably never be solved anyways. Besides, it’s not like they’re big cases, like a murder or arson.” Again, he chuckled before heading back upstairs.

Sighing, you look down at the file in your hands. It was a breaking and entering case, where the culprit or their fingerprints were never found. “It just doesn’t make sense.” You muttered as you laid it next to a different file.

The thing was, at least five of the files you looked at today all seemed connected. No fingerprints, no culprit, and they all dealt with stealing money. Not only that, but most of the reports claimed that there was an unusually large number of people included in these heists. They had to be connected, somehow. How could the precinct not see that?

Shaking your head, you continued looking through the files until the end of your break. Right before you headed up to work, you wrote down a phone number on a sticky note. In one of the files, someone called the police only to hang up a second later. Perhaps if you called, you could ask why they hung up and what exactly happened that night.

As you worked, you waited and waited for the perfect moment to call. Finally, right around clock out time, you managed to find a five minute window to call. You waited in agonizing anxiety as you waited for them to pick up.

“Hello?” A slightly perturbed male voice answered.

A small grin crept across your face, relieved that someone picked up, before you spoke again after clearing your throat. “Hello, is this the Hong residence?”

“Yes…?” He trailed off, sounding a bit suspicious. “May I ask who’s calling?”

“My name is Y/n L/n and I work at the local precinct. I was wondering if I could meet you somewhere and ask you a couple of questions?” You asked nervously, crossing your fingers, hoping he’d say yes.

There was a long pause and for a second you thought he hung up on you. But he soon heaved a sigh. “Sure, although I don’t think I’ll be much help with whatever you’re asking for.”

Smiling brightly, you shook your head, knowing he couldn’t see you. “I’m sure you’ll be a great help! Any information is good information at this point! Thank you so much! Do you want to, um, go get coffee, so I can ask you questions?”

Again, he hesitated before stating, “Meet at the Chewy Café at the corner of 17th and Hartford. Be there at 5:30.”

Nodding, you wrote the information on a different sticky note, still smiling brightly to yourself. “Thank you so much! I’ll see you then!”

He had already hung up.

Turning to Jun, Joshua huffed. “There, I called her. Are you happy now?”

Jun rolled his eyes. “You didn’t call her. She called you and we traced her call to know who she is. That doesn’t count and you know it.”

With a scoff, Joshua made a move to grab his jacket. “Whatever. Either way I have a “date” with her, so now you can stop nagging me.”

“Again, I wouldn’t call that a date. You’re answering questions for a cop. That’s not a date.” He explained.

“Are you done?” Joshua growled. “Date or not, you’re still in deep shit for not only selling my mother’s wedding locket, but you sold it to a cop, the enemy. So I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“Hey I didn’t know she was a cop, so don’t go blaming me for that!” Jun defended himself before smirking. “You better hurry up since the Chewy Cafe isn’t close and you don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting.”

“Shut the hell up.” He snapped before leaving, right as Coups walked into the room.

“What’s with him?” He asked.

Snickering to himself, Jun explained, “Remember how I sold his mother’s locket to that cute girl so he could score a date? That’s where he’s going.”

“Ah, I see.” Coups smirked. “Poor guy. He has no idea what he’s getting into.”

“Oh please.” Jun scoffed. “You’re dating the boss! How bad can it be?”

Coups smacked him before walking away with bright pink cheeks.

Joshua, on the other hand, was scowling to himself as he sipped on his coffee. He had asked Vernon for a private room so he could speak to this girl, this cop, in private. Of course, Vernon decided to tease him which only earned him a thinly veiled threat. He really didn’t want to be doing this but if he could get his mother’s wedding locket back from this cop, then it might as well be a success.

Right as he was about to ask Vernon where she was, a really pretty girl entered the room. Even though she appeared timid and anxious to be here, she still had an effortless beauty to her. In his mind, Joshua could find himself humoring her for a bit. Especially since the prized locket he was looking for was hanging from her neck.

As soon as she noticed him, she perked up and he had to admit, she had a really pretty smile. “Hello. Are you Joshua Hong? The man I spoke to on the phone earlier?”

There was an eagerness to her voice which he found amusing. She must be new to the job. He nodded, keeping his emotions to himself. “Yes, I am. You must be that cop.”

She gave a nervous chuckle, which was kind of adorable, and her eyes drifted away from him. “Ah, yeah, I am. My name is Y/n L/n. I’m a new officer down at the precinct.”

He nodded. “Pleasure. Now, you said you had some questions? Sorry if it sounds like I’m rushing, I just have other things I need to do today.”

“I understand.” She nodded, quickly sitting down and pulling out a pencil and paper. “I wanted to ask you about the night of August 23rd, about two years ago? You made a call to the police but ended it as soon as someone picked up. Can I ask you why?”

It took Joshua a bit of thinking to remember when he snuck into his parents house one night after a robbery gone bad. He was bleeding heavily and probably should have gone to the hospital, but refused as he didn’t want to get caught. His mother had tried to call to get him help, but he quickly ended the call before she could. That was also the night he explained to his parents what he now did for a living and he grimaced slightly at the thought of his parents disappointment in him. He thought that the call wasn’t on file. What else did that police station have that could be incriminating for the “organization” he was a part of?

Quickly, he concocted a lie. “It was an accident. My little cousin, who was visiting, fell off her bike and was bleeding a lot. My aunt panicked and accidentally called the police.”

“I see.” Joshua couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit bad for her excited expression falling. Nevertheless, he was not about to tell a cop about the bigger scheme behind it. “W-well, on that night, there was a robbery at a nearby convenience store that was, should we say, a botched job. Did you or any of your family happen to see the perpetrators pass by?”

He kept his frown of annoyance at the mention of the failed job to himself. Instead he sighed and rubbed his temples. “That was two years ago. I don’t remember and I doubt my family does. They were all in hysterics over my cousin.”

She nodded solemnly, her once cheery disposition deflating. “I see. W-well, thank you for your time, I suppose. I really, truly appreciate it.”

Just as she was about to leave, Joshua did something he was sure he was going to regret. “Wait.” He exclaimed. “Stay for a bit. I may not have a lot of time, but I still feel bad for making you come here without helping you. At least let me buy you coffee for your troubles.”

He couldn’t help but crack a small smile at her blush and he thanked the heaven’s that he was in a private room where Vernon couldn’t see him and mock him. He was really, really, really trying not to admit Jun was right, but she was cute and when she was happy, he couldn’t help but feel happy too. However, there was no way in hell he was going to give Jun that satisfaction. Never, not in a million years, it will never happen.

She nodded again, a bit more cheerfully, as she sat back down. “Yes, thank you. I’d like that.”

Joshua’s smile grew a little more. “Good, I’m glad. Now, I have a proposition for you. My friend, he works at a little antique store not too far from here. I gave him my mother’s wedding locket to clean and look after for a little while so that I could return it to her on her wedding anniversary and he mistakenly sold it. I believe the locket hanging around your neck is my mother’s.”

A horrified look flashed across her face and she quickly took the locket off before giving it to him. “I am so, so, so, so, so sorry! I didn’t know! Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot! I am so sorry!”

He was confused, looking at the locket in his hand like it was some kind of foreign object. Why would she give it up so easily? According to Jun, she had supposedly fallen in love with it and was desperate to have it. What exactly was this young, naive cop playing at?

“It's… fine.” He mumbled, slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you, though. My mother’s been worried about it.”

“I bet.” She nodded gravely. “Please give her my condolences and apologies. I didn’t mean to. Again I’m so sorry.”

“Think nothing of it.” Joshua replied off-handedly. It was weird; no one had ever seemed to care so much about how he felt like this before. It made him feel a bit uneasy.

She gave a nervous chuckle. “Now I feel indebted to you.”

He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from quirking up. “Perhaps we could do this again? Get coffee or go for lunch, I mean. So you can repay your debt, yes?”

Her smile blossomed and he felt his smile widen too. Great, now he was acting like Coups with the boss. “Yes, that would be nice. I’d like that very much.”

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Boyfriends  Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Series: SVT x Harry’s House Tags: 2.7k, F2L, Angst, Comfort, Read Warnings! Summary: Joshua is the best friend watching you stay in a broken relationship and the one you always come running to when it all falls apart. “You lay with him as you stay in the daydream.”

Warnings: PLEASE READ! This is a little heavy in some parts, brief mention/admission of domestic abuse & injuries (bruising, broken nails, scratches), brief mention of infidelity, language, anger/sadness, comfort between characters - but a lot of tears. 

You look so happy. He hopes it lasts. 

It never does but he’s grown used to the pattern he’d somehow found himself looped into. The cycle of brief happiness, heartbreak, anger, and then eventually…forgiveness. He’d become your safety blanket when your relationship fell apart - the one person you ran to when it all blew up in your face and no matter how badly he wished to shake some sense into you, he simply opened the door and by default, his heart, every time you came knocking. 

Perhaps it’s just his inside perspective because he knows too much, but he analyzes every reaction, every flit of emotion across your face. Things are good right now. You’re smiling, engaged in conversation with some of the other guests at the gala, your hand tucked into your boyfriend’s arm who is playing the part of the charming, influential business man. 

Joshua scoffs into his drink. 

Kim Juwon was a piece of shit. Sure, he was tall, maybe objectively good looking, but inside he was a black hole. He cared for little more than expensive dinner parties with conniving CEOs, tailored suits, and stepping on anyone who might raise him up a bit higher to the top. He’d also had a vice for gambling and women but you chose to ignore that entirely. 

Juwon was practiced in pretty words and empty promises. No matter how many times he’d broken your trust he’d reeled you right back in with regurgitated poetry and gifts. He’d dedicate a few days to doting on you and you alone, make you feel like everything would work itself out and then once you became comfortable again, he dropped the mask. 

You catch Joshua’s eye from across the room, waving with a dazzling smile he wishes was reserved for only him and he raises his glass in your direction. Juwon notices your gaze and adjusts his posture, slipping his arm low on your back possessively. With Joshua’s attention on them, he leans down, whispering something in your ear that leaves you giggling. 

Pointedly, winking at Joshua - Juwon pulls you further into the room and out of his sight. Joshua drains his glass of champagne and sets it on a passing waiter’s tray, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was time to call it a night and he’s sure you’ll text him later for not saying goodbye but he knows you’ll come around in a few days time. You always do.

Eight days. It was longer than he’d expected but when there comes a knock at the door nearing eleven o’clock at night, he knows it’s you. 

He opens the door to find you standing in the same place you’ve been too many times before. There’s a storm raging outside and you’re soaked to the bone but you hardly offer a flicker of life when he takes your hand and pulls you inside. Dripping on his floor, you shiver and Joshua waits for the onslaught - the anger, the outpouring of devastation, but it doesn’t come. 

Whatever happened this time is different. Somehow, he knows it’s far worse. 

 “Come on,” he says gently, pulling you toward his bathroom. You stand and stare blankly at your reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under your eyes, your limp, dripping hair, bloodshot eyes. Joshua turns on the shower and leaves once you begin stripping off your wet clothes, closing the door and leaning against it, calming the swirling rage and despair in his heart. 

Hidden behind the curtains, you sit beneath the hot spray, knees tucked to your chest, and Joshua hears the wracked sobs as he collects your wet clothes to wash. He hesitates at the door for a moment but he leaves a warm towel and some of his own clothes for you to change into whenever you’re ready. However long that may be. 

Perhaps you’ll stay until your fingers prune and the water runs cold. The thought makes his heart ache and he hopes you’ll pull yourself up off the floor soon.

Forty-six minutes you’re gone. He watches the clock and when you emerge from his bathroom, hair still damp, he uncorks the bottle of wine he’d pulled from the fridge not long ago, filling both your glasses far over whatever is deemed socially acceptable in public settings. 

You still have that glassy look in your eyes, as if you’re not truly seeing anything before you. Lost in your mind with whatever happened before you found yourself at his doorstep for the umpteenth time. Crossing the room, floating like a ghost, you carefully fold yourself onto the opposite end of the couch, dragging a blanket over your lap. Joshua says nothing but he holds out your glass and you cup the base of it in both hands, staring down into the deep red wine.

He waits and waits for it to happen. 

The angry tears, the cursing, the threat to leave and never go back but instead it’s a stark silence and he doesn’t push but he is dying to know…what is different this time?

“I’m sorry that I keep doing this to you.”

It’s the first time you’ve spoken since you’ve arrived and Joshua peers over at you, ready to listen, but you say the words and take a long sip. Swallowing down a good amount to make your glass light enough to balance by the stem and swirl the contents around. You focus on the movement willing yourself to hold stinging tears at bay. You’re so tired of crying. 

“You know that you’re always welcome here,” Joshua finally responds, seeking to hear your voice again, “Don’t apologize.”

You don’t respond aside from a small, empty smile and it’s then that Joshua notices your broken nail, jagged and painful looking. He deposits his glass on the table and then reaches for your own, setting it next to his, and takes both your hands. His brows furrow tightly, concern pulling them together and wrinkling his otherwise flawless skin. 

Two of your nails are broken, edges unkempt, and you won’t meet his eyes. 

“What happened?” he asks quietly, his heart rate picking up. Something is not right. 

You pull your hands back into your lap and keep your eyes down. “Nothing happened, Josh,” your voice is meek, so unlike you and he doesn’t believe it for a second. 

“Something happened or you wouldn’t be here and we both know that,” he sighs, “Stay here.”

You look up so quickly your neck cracks and realize he’s just going into the bathroom and you relax a little. He returns with a few things and settles on his knees in front of you. You sit in silence for several long minutes, watching Joshua carefully clip and file your broken nails and then, frowning at a small cut across your knuckle, he finds a little antibiotic ointment and a bandaid. More quiet as he puts everything away and then returns to his place on the couch. 

“I wish I fell in love with you first.”

The admission hangs in the air between you and Joshua’s breath catches in his throat. After a moment, you stop avoiding him and look up, drinking in his face with your sad and tired eyes. It’s a thought that’s plagued your heart and mind since sometime between the tenth and twentieth time you’ve come running to him. Life would have been so much simpler if you fell in love with Joshua before you’d met Juwon and become trapped in a toxic cycle of fantastical romance and endless heartbreak.

Joshua is still in a bit of a shock and you laugh though its short, dejected. 

“I know saying that makes me a complete asshole and I’m so sorry,” you pause, taking a deep breath, “I think I’ve known how you’ve felt about me for what? Two years? And yet, I still show up on your doorstep every time I have a problem, knowing how…unfair that is of me. It’s selfish and wrong, but you love me unconditionally and I only wish I would have realized that sooner.”

“How d-did you?” Joshua can hardly get the words out. 

“I think you’d have to really, truly love a person like me to keep dealing with this shit for this long,” you surmise, “You’ve been there for everything. Every win, every loss, every heartbreak, every celebration. You’re the only person who has always been there. It must be so suffocating, watching me run around and make the same mistakes over and over again. Looking but never actually seeing what’s right in front of me.”

Joshua can’t even believe what he’s hearing. His hands shake, pulse thrashing, and he doesn't register how much closer you’ve both gravitated toward one another in the middle of the couch now, mere centimeters apart. He can’t focus his thoughts, can’t look away from you in utter disbelief. His eyes are still open when your lips press against his. 

It’s tentative, delicate. You pull back, eyes flitting up to his and Joshua’s hand braces the side of your face, bringing you back in and kissing you like he’d wanted so many times before. Your hand wraps around his, the other resting over his heart and kiss him back. It feels so different, full of so much more love and affection than every single kiss you’d ever shared with Juwon and the thought springs forth new tears. 

One slips between your joined lips, another over his hand and he pulls back suddenly, heavily breathing, eyes wild. “This is a bad idea,” he grits out, as if the very words cut him down to his soul to have to speak aloud, “You’re right. I am in love with you and I always have been but I can’t do this tonight. Not when I know you’re going back to him in the morning.”

“I’m not,” you choke out, using every ounce of power in your body to calm yourself down, “I’m not going back to him.”

At this, Joshua scoffs, standing up to begin pacing back and forth in frustration and confusion. 

He rolls his shoulders, unbearable tension settling into his muscles, “You have to know how many times you’ve said that to me? Right? I want to believe you will finally do what’s right for you but I can’t trust your words. You might mean that right now because you’re upset about…whatever the fuck happened this time but you’ll forgive him. You always do!”

“It’s different this time,” you offer quietly, not matching his raised volume, “I don’t blame you for not believing me but I am not going back. We’re done.”

Disbelieving laughter pours from his lips because you being so adamant is driving him to a point of anger. His heart is open and hurting for the both of you and he doesn’t mean to get so carried away but he looks down at you with such an incredibly disappointed glare and asks, “Pray tell. What makes this time so much more different than all the other times you were done?!”

You’re silent again and he almost takes that as you not having an answer to his question, as he suspected, and then you drop your head and raise the sleeves on both arms, holding them out to Joshua who’s face drops. Across your forearms lie bruising and red marks, some in the distinct shape of finger prints. All the air whooshes out of his body and he nearly crashes to his knees. 

“I found out that he’s sleeping with his secretary - has been for quite awhile,” you explain softly, “That was enough reason for me to end things but he wouldn’t let me leave…”

Joshua staggers closer and falls into the space next to you, hands frozen because he wants to hold you but…the bruises. Bile gathers in the back of his throat and he swallows down the bitter, acidic taste and let’s you continue. He needs to hear you confirm what he already knows. 

“He didn’t hit me but when I reached for the door, he yanked me away hard enough to hurt my shoulder and that’s probably when I broke my nails and then he just…held me there squeezing my arms, telling me I couldn’t leave.”

Joshua clenches his jaw, fury etched into every inch of his rigid body but you reach out and grab his hand, willing him to stay by your side. “My neighbors heard us fighting and called the cops. Juwon tried to talk his way out of it like always but they arrested him after seeing my injuries. He’ll spend the night in holding but he’ll probably be out tomorrow and then I have to see a lawyer to help file a restraining order and…just thinking about it all makes me tired.”

How you have the strength right now to form even the tiny, half-hearted smile you manage, he cannot fathom. He brings his other hand over yours and cradles them so gently, as if your delicate, mangled heart lie between his palms. “I’m so sorry that you went through all of that, especially doing it alone. I would have come down to the police station if I had kn-”

You shake your head, cutting him off, “I know what you would have done had you been in the same room as him and I didn’t want to risk you ending up behind bars too.”

You’re right but that doesn’t ease any of his guilt, “I…I’m sorry I got upset with you and raised my voice,” he blinks back the overwhelming emotion swirling in the pits of his soul, “The last thing i’d ever want to do is make you afrai-”

You kiss him again, just a short press of your lips against his but it’s enough to let him know he’s forgiven. 

“Josh,” you hold both sides of his face now, rolling your thumb over his cheek, “Can I just…can I stay with you tonight?”

“Of course,” his answer comes quickly and you nod, quietly thanking him before making another request.

“Will you hold me?” 

Your voice is weak but hopeful and there isn’t a single sliver of possibility that he’d say no to you. He takes your hands gently, kissing each of your palms and leads you through the house back to his bedroom. Crawling into bed next to each other, you curl up on your side, letting Joshua wrap his body around your own protectively. 

“I hope you have an extra toothbrush,” you whisper and he hums bemusedly, “I have to move everything out of the house when he’s not there tomorrow.”

Joshua’s brows furrow and he holds you a bit tighter, “Where will you go?”

“My parents,” you sigh. It wasn’t ideal but it was all you had. 

“Stay here…stay with me.”

You turn your head, trying to look at him in the dark. “Josh…no, I’ve imposed enough already and I can’t just ke-”

He kisses you just like you had earlier when he began apologizing. So tender and full of love, he parts from you and his eyes gleam in the darkness, “Believe me, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it,” he implores, “Perhaps I was the fool who continuously opened the door every time you came running but I never once regretted letting you into my home or my heart,” he presses his forehead against yours and pleads in a whisper, “So maybe let me be a little selfish this time and just…stay with me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut but the tears fall anyways and you’re nodding your head, barely managing you answer and Joshua sighs in relief, kissing your hair and stroking your skin. He doesn’t know what comes next for the two of you but as long as you’re together, it doesn’t much matter. Neither of you will have to face things alone and that thought washes away the worry, the hurt, the fear and at last, you feel like you’ve found your way home. 

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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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[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: friends(?) to lovers, one sided pining (kinda), a lil angsty, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

pairing: joshua x reader

wc: 3369

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you had first met joshua a few months ago when jeonghan walked him up to your established meeting place in the university's cafeteria. it was a common thing for him to bring strays (as he liked to call them) upon befriending them with his very particular and friendly personality. joshua had been the latest addition; an overly pretty boy with the manners of an angel and with a humour similar to that of jeonghan's, making them the perfect pair.

despite now having been in the same friend group for a few months, joshua never really seemed to like you much. he's never made it overtly obvious, nor has he ever said anything mean (at least to your face), but has still made it clear with his lack of interest towards you in comparison to how friendly and invested he's always been with everyone else in the group.

you, on the other hand, had always taken a special interest to the pretty guy jeonghan decided to introduce to your friend group a few months ago. you'd always tried to make friendly conversation with him, always asking him for his opinion on things and trying to make him feel as included as possible. your efforts always seemed to be fruitless, however, as he would often give you monosyllabic answers or straight up ignore you in order to talk to someone else in the group. you never understood the root of his attitude, but you also never let his attitude deter you, having a bit of a crush on the guy, and thus never wanting to give up hope.

you hoped that as his birthday approached you'd be able to find some one-on-one time to give him his gift (a guitar, which yes, might be a little too much for a guy who clearly doesnt like you, but enough for a conversation-starter), and maybe have a chance to talk to him a little bit.

when the day finally arrived, you knew jeonghan would go all out with the party he prepared for his friend, as he always did. so, you dressed up prettily for joshua, wanting to finally have some of his (positive) attention after feeling ostracized by him in your own friend group. you mightve been slightly over dressed, but who was gonna beat your ass over it anyway?

showing up as soon as possible, you knocked the door to jeonghan's and a few of your other friends' shared house, being welcomed in by the owner himself. he chuckled as soon as he saw you, eyeing you up and down, "is that for joshua?", he smirked, taking notice of your dress and fully glammed face.

"shut up. its a party, of course i'm dressing up for a party," you knew it was a dumb excuse, having attended multiple of jeonghan's parties before in less favorable outfits, but you were NOT going to be bullied out of getting joshua's attention dick tonight.

you pushed past him, bumping his shoulder jokingly before entering the buzzing party, going straight to looking for the man of the hour, dropping your gift off with the rest of the pile. it wasnt until half an hour into your arrival (and two drinks later) that you had found joshua. he had his hair slicked back and was wearing a button up that made him look irresistible. his attention was occupied by hoshi and mingyu, who seemed to be challenging him to take some shots.

well, there was no time like the present, you thought before decidedly marching his way.

mingyu's eyes widened at your presence, "holy shit, __. you look amazing. whats with the dress?", well shit. you guess maybe you did overdress a bit.

"shut up, i always dress like this," you lie roll your eyes in response, not fully minding your friend. "hey, josh, i was wondering if-"

"uh wait, i gotta go say hi to some people," he interrupted you distractedly before bolting away almost immediately.

your friends, well aware of your crush, couldnt help but feel sad to see how easily joshua dismissed you any time you approached him. even as you had showed up to his party dressed to the nines and with a thoughtful gift, "listen, __, you shouldnt take it to heart. he's just a stoic guy," mingyu tries to reason as soonyoung nods while pouring himself another drink.

after regretfully indulging in the impromptu pity party, you attempted to find josh again only to be met with the same outcome. this continued to happen a few more times through the night. you'd arrive to whichever part of the house joshua was at, only to be met with his instant departure, which was clearly caused by your mere presence. disheartened didnt begin to describe how you felt. you'd done everything thus far to fix whatever had destroyed your friendship with joshua before it had even started, but josh wouldnt even give you the time of day.

you were finally able to catch him alone just as you were giving up on your plan for the night. you had said goodbye to a few friends and prepared to leave with your tail between your legs when you caught a glimpse of joshua stepping into what you assumed to he his room. alone. like any irrational person, you sneakily walked towards the door and opened it, stepping in as quiet as possible, closing it behind you.

upon hearing the sound of the door, joshua turned around, tilting his head in confusion at you, "what are you doing in my room?"

"uhh," okay you didnt think this through. but hey! now you had him alone!

"can you get out? i have to change my shirt. mingyu spilled beer on this one," he sighs, muttering the longest sentence he had ever spoken to you, his back to you as he unbuttoned his shirt.

you stood there, only thinking about how you were buzzed and in a room alone with an almost shirtless joshua. in a movie this wouldve been the perfect time to-

"listen. i dont want to be rude. but you have to stop doing this. i dont know how else to get you to take a hint," he halted his unbuttoning as he turned towards you upon realizing you had not left the room like he'd asked.

..

"what?"

"i get that we're in the same friend group or whatever, but that doesnt mean we have to be friends. ive tried to keep my distance but it doesnt seem to work."

oh.

you had thought he was just indifferent and maybe slighting uncomfortable towards you, but it seemed like there was something deeper behind the way he constantly avoided you.

"i ... is there something i did to offend you?"

"does there have to be?"

"i-i mean, yeah?", well, since your hopes with joshua were already fucked, there was no point in holding back with any questions, "its customary to have a reason to hate someone."

"hate? who said hate? i dont hate you," he dared to draw shock onto his face at the mention of the word, "and either way, its not important."

you were beginning to get peeved off at his carelessness about the issue. and you were also still buzzed from the extra drinks mingyu and hoshi had fed you when comforting you earlier, so you decided to just give it to him.

"joshua. i dont know what type of shitty communication issues you may have grown up with, but some petty one-sided beef with me is not a valid reason to ostracize me from a friend group i was part of first. you ignore me, you roll your eyes at me, you know that i like you and you just dont care to consider my feelings even a little bit by showing the tiniest ounce of politeness towards me. you let me embarrass myself over and over again by blatantly rejecting any type of interaction regardless of how innocent it may be. whatever it is that i did, just fucking say it so we can move on and i can salvage my dignity at least a little bit," you felt a weight off your chest, finally admitting both to yourself and to joshua how his repeated rejection has continued to hurt you since you first met him a few months ago.

"you dont even remember, do you?"

what?

"remember what?"

he scoffs, taking a seat on the side of his bed, looking up at you, "you don't remember knowing me in high school?"

what??

you had gone to high school in a different country. you were pretty sure none of your friends even remembered what school you went to prior to university.

"we went to the same high school. we knew each other back then. you really dont remember?"

"i-what? joshua, we've never met before jeonghan introduced us?"

"yeah, thats not true. you knew me. pretty well, actually. or well, i guess the other way around," he chuckled sadly, taking a pause, "i used to have a huge crush on you in high school. we sat next to each other in biology, and you'd ask to copy my notes almost every day. we were friends. or at least i liked to think so," he paused, "that is, until you got a boyfriend. liam? i think?"

well, that part checked out. you did date your high school crush for a few months in junior year.

"after that," he continued, "you pretty much just cut me off. you started ignoring me when i said hi in the hallways, partnered with someone else for bio, moved your locker away from mine ..." he took a pause, sighing as he looked down, "... laughed in my face when i asked you to junior prom even though i knew you had a boyfriend..."

oh. everything he was saying checked out as true. he suddenly reminded you of that phase in high school were you had turned into a bit of a mean girl upon scoring the quarterback at school, but joshua wasnt there for any of this, that was jisoo, the nerdy foreign exchange student who- OH.

"you're jisoo?!"

"yeah," chuckling with no real emotion behind it, "i stopped going by that when i moved back to korea. i felt like an idiot crushing on the only girl who was nice to me in high school and getting brutally rejected in front of everyone, so i cut my stay short and tried to start brand new back in korea."

jesus christ.

you had always regretted the last interaction you'd had with jisoo, feeling so ashamed you removed it from your memory, scolding yourself every time it came back to you. you knew jisoo had ended up moving away before senior year, but you hadnt known you were one of the reasons for it. you'd never felt shittier than at this moment.

speechless, you took a seat on the bed next to him, unable to meet his eyes.

"joshua, i'm so so-"

"dont. its fine. i dont know why ive held onto that grudge for so long. its been so many years."

"so you recognized me when jeonghan introduced us? oh my god, does jeonghan know? do any of them?!", you hadnt thought about how your friends would feel about this til now.

"yes. and no. i recognized you immediately, but i still felt so embarrassed after what happened i thought i should just pretend i didnt. but i was still mad, specially knowing you did that to me but didnt even remember," although his words hurt you, he didnt sound angry, but moreso solemn.

"joshua. fuck. i know you dont wanna hear this, but i'm so sorry. i always regretted what i did. you didnt deserve that. you were always so nice to me and i let popularity and my ex's stupid clique get to me. i was young and an idiot. i know thats not a good excuse, but i hope you know i've never forgotten about you. you just look so different, i'm sorry i didnt realize you were jisoo earlier," as you spoke, you got up and neared the door, turning to look at him one last time as you swallowed back tears at your shame, "i understand if you hate me. you can tell the guys the truth. they think you hate me for no reason, but they deserve to know what really happened."

you were about to leave when he spoke up again, causing you to look back at his figure that was now standing in front of you.

"i already told you. i dont hate you. its so .. i hate that i dont hate you. i didnt want to lose the first group of friends i ever made, so i thought i could just put up with it and stay as far as way from you as possible. but i still couldnt stop thinking about you."

you had nothing to say. there was nothing you could possibly say at him hitting you with one shocking statement after the other.

"its funny, isnt it?", he chuckled bitterly at himself, "i still like you even after all this."

"joshua-"

"did you ever like me? as jisoo, i mean. was .. what do you like about me that i didnt have as jisoo?", his gaze was now facing the floor due to the vulnerability of the situation, unable to meet your eyes

you could tell joshua was beginning to feel emotional, his speech appearing to be taking a turn to a self-deprecating expression of his old self.

despite knowing you might get rejected once more, you stepped towards him, putting your hands on his cheeks and forcing him to look at you.

"nothing. jisoo. you were as perfect then as you are now. i hate that i ever did this to you. dont let the stupid actions of a teenage girl make you think you were ever anything less than you are. i hope one day you'll forgi-"

that's as far as you were able to get before joshua suddenly closed the space between you with a kiss.

with eyes closed and furrowed brows, joshua put everything in himself into that kiss, expressing every pent up emotion he had felt towards you in the past years.

unable to help yourself, you grabbed onto his hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible and moaning loudly into the kiss as he tilted his head for a better angle. upon opening your mouth, he stuck his tongue inside, playing with yours and moving his hands down to your waist in order to push you as close as possible to him.

it continued on like this until you found yourself laying on his bed, him on top of you holding your hands over your head and exploring your mouth as he saw fit.

he pulled away suddenly, ripping off his beer-stained shirt as you caught on and pulled off the pretty red dress you had worn to catch his attention. he immediately ran his hands over your figure, excited to finally have the girl he had been crazy over in high school. the same one he had unknowingly pined after all these years.

he stripped off of his pants and ripped off your bra. gluing his mouth to your breasts as you whined his name, "jisoo. oh fuck jisoo, please," you couldnt help using his old name, feeling an even deeper emotional connection now that you knew joshua was the sweet boy who looked after you in high school.

taking his mouth away from your tits, joshua pulled himself off of you and got on his knees next to the bed, pulling you towards him by your thighs. he kissed and licked at your thighs, savoring the taste and smell of you.

"tell me," he demanded, staring up at you in a daze, "tell me how much you want me."

"j-jisoo. so bad. please, so bad."

"more," he kitten licked at you through your panties, making you whine and tense your thighs.

"jisoo, please. want you so bad. i'll do anything. just .. just touch me please!"

he dragged your panties down your thighs, pressing them to his nose like a deprived pervert and taking a breathy whiff at them, moaning at your scent.

"jisoo ..." you moaned at the depravity of the act, having never had someone express such nasty want towards you.

"fuck. so tasty. always wanted to know how pretty you smelled, baby. bet you taste even better," and with that he began going at your cunt like a mad man, burying his face between your legs and moaning whenever you'd grind on his face in desperation.

"jisoo! oh fuck, jisoo. dont stop fuck, please. i'm gonna cum- argh, shit."

your incessant moans and cries had him going crazy, wanting nothing more than to prove to you what you'd been missing all these years.

as soon as you came, joshua got up and discarded his boxers, grabbing a condom from his nightside table and climbing on top of you again, ready to enter you before you spoke up.

"wait."

"whats wrong?", he furrowed his brows worriedly

"i wanna ride you. can i?"

with no verbal response, he flipped you over, moaning at the pressure of your naked core pressed up against his dick, feeling as if his heartbeat had migrated to his nether area.

"jisoo ..." you said in an exaggerated moan as you began to grind on him, scratching up and down his chest, "wanna make it up to you," you breathed, lowering your face to his, "wanna show you how much i like you. how much i want you. how perfect you are and the things you do to me," you licked his lips as you said this, causing him to open his mouth for you, allowing your tongues to meld together in a mess of spit and open-mouthed moans.

you finally took the initiative of lowering yourself onto him, cringing at the intrusion at first but then finding the pleasure behind it. the stretch drove you crazy, making you throw your head back and move your hands to your nipples, rubbing them as you ground yourself back and forth atop joshua.

joshua couldnt believe his view. the girl he had fantasized about since high school. the girl who broke his heart and made him spiral into finding a new sense of self. the girl that took his breath away as soon as he found her again. the girl he tried to punish but was actually punishing himself. the girl that walked into his party and made him lose his mind all over again. the girl who has now making him lose all sense of reality as she rode him desperately trying to prove to him how his feelings were finally mutual.

it was easy for the both of you to find your ends with one another, having had pent up emotions for so long, your bodies were unable to hold back for too long.

you screamed his name as he began to thrust up, unwilling to let himself cum before you, "baby, give it to me again. show me how much you want me. fuck, give-give me what ive wanted all these years."

with that, you came, with him following closely after, finding nirvana almost simultaneously.

joshua made sure to take care of you. he cleaned you up and laid you down under his covers as he wrapped his himself around you, content to hold you in his arms after finally having you in the most intimate of ways. joshua felt love in this moment. he might have struggled through the issues that arose inside him after that fated day, but he felt a sense of contentment knowing his anger was misplaced, and that what he truly wanted all these years was just you.

"jisoo ..." you interrupted his thoughts once more, turning in his arms to face him. you rose your hand towards his cheek, caressing it softly, "icare about you. i hope you do know how much you mean to me. then and now."

he smiled at this, happy you understood and accepted his feelings. "i want to put it all behind us. you hurt me. i hurt you. but now i have you. it was all worth it if this is how it ended."

"happy birthday, jisoo. thank you for the new start."

a/n: i did proofread it this time but idk if it makes sense .. anyways hope u enjoy <3

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[magisland]

DON’T ACT MAD AT ME

youre having a date with your boyfriend, joshua, but you seem a bit.. off and irritated. joshua notices, but doesn’t say anything about it, yet.

“isn’t the view beautiful, love?”, joshua asks looking at you with shining eyes. “yea.. i suppose it is” you roll your eyes a bit, looking away from your boyfriend. your actions are hurting joshua, why would his partner treat him like this on his birthday?

“love, are you-“

“can’t we just go home? im feeling tired” you cut joshua off. the boy only gives you a small smile and nod, “okay, let’s go home”

the drive home was quiet, joshua always glancing at you to see if you’re still mad at him and you are, your face shows how much you are serious, you’re really not in the mood to talk and he decides to respect that, even if he is dying to know what made you start to act like this and what he can do to make you feel better.

you let joshua enters the house first, the house is so quiet and dark until joshua turns on the living room lights, revealing a surprise birthday party for him with all his friends.

“surprise! happy birthday!” his friends and you shout to him, you hug him from behind and place a kiss on his cheek, “happy birthday, honey”, your smile being brighter than ever.

“i thought you were mad at me!” he turns around and grabs you by the waist, placing a kiss on your forehead before looking at his friends smiling, “thank you everyone!”

you giggle, “its so hard to act like im mad at you!! i was almost giving up, it was hurting me see you hurt”

“oh, just kiss already!”, mingyu says and the others follow agreeing with him.

joshua smiles and leans closer to you, his soft lips meet your, giving a gently kiss, when he pulls back you see him smiling like it was the first time he kissed you, “don’t act mad at me again, i was so sad and worried thinking that i did something wrong”, he says pouting and cupping your cheeks.

“i swear i won’t, now let’s enjoy your birthday, okay?”

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[suhnshinehaos]

" at every table, i'll save you a seat. "

synopsis : like the title suggests, the five times you and joshua hong save each other a seat pairings : joshua hong x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, university au, college sweetheart!joshua, pure fluff contains : food + alcohol consumption featuring ! seungcheol and jeonghan wc : ~1.4k

01.

joshua first spots you in a crowded library and well, you didn’t quite look your best.

to be honest, neither did he with the bags under his eyes, the bedhead he couldn’t be bothered to fix, and the fact that he came to campus in the same clothes he slept in. but finals week had just begun and most everyone looked like him, including you. with your books clutched to your chest, looking around the room for a free table you could study in. 

but there were none, and you realized it too. in seeing the disappointment in your eyes and your shoulders slouching forward, joshua makes a split-second decision to move his bag on the chair opposite him and place it just by his feet. luckily, you weren’t too far so all he has to do is make a quiet cough to get your attention.

“you can take that seat, if you want. i’m not waiting for anyone.” joshua nods towards the chair opposite him, offering you a seat and a small, yet kind smile.

when he sees the grateful grin that slowly spread across your face, hears the several thank yous that left your lips, he’s glad he didn’t take up seungcheol’s offer for a group study at his apartment. he can’t help but laugh and shake his head, telling you that you don’t have to thank him so much. 

the rest of your first meeting was spent in silence, coupled with a quiet thank you from you and a no problem from him when you decided you had enough studying for the day. and though he looked up at your furrowed brows and your lips mouthing the words to whatever passage you were reading every few minutes, joshua hong did not ask for your number.   

02.

you see him again in the campus’ most famous cafe, and he looked just about ready to leave as soon as he walked in.

finals week had just ended and most of the student population decided to crowd all the cafes and restaurants in and around campus. you always liked a seat by the window and near the entrance, where the warm sunlight streamed in, and just before he could walk in, you thought about the kind guy who offered you a chair in the library. part of you regrets not making conversation with him, he was cute. even with the bedhead. then again, you had an exam to pass and making conversation was not on the agenda, no matter how kind or cute you thought he was. 

as cheesy as it sounded, you often like to thank whatever higher being in the universe who decided to intervene and brought him back to you.      

the bell that signalled the arrival of a new customer rings and you couldn’t help but think aw, who’s the poor soul who’s going to end up walking out after seeing the place full. you’ve already seen a couple of people leave, so it had become a habit.

of course, your eyes widened at the sight of him and you didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided to raise your hand to catch his attention. when that didn’t work, you’re grateful neither of you were not at the library anymore and you had the luxury of being loud.

“hey! pst! you! guy in the plaid button-down!”

he follows your voice and looks at you in shock, pointing to himself to make sure that you were actually referring to him. you nod and wave him over, when he was close enough to be able to hear your normal speaking voice, you gestured to the empty seat in front of you.

“you can sit here, i’m not waiting for anyone.” 

without any finals to worry about, the two of you were actually able to talk to each other. you listened to him rant about how this is the third cafe he’s been to because the previous two were full. he listened to you talk about how one of your professors had it out for you with the exam you just finished.

and when you asked for his number, his face lit up and your heart skipped a beat. his did too.   

03. 

within three months of knowing you, joshua hong invited you to beer night with his closest friends, seungcheol and jeonghan.

he never actually planned on inviting you, but jeonghan insisted because quote shua, you literally can’t stop talking about this yn and i’m curious to meet the kind of person that turned you into the type to giggle like a schoolgirl while texting someone. he turned to seungcheol for help, but all he could do was shrug his shoulders and smirk, “sorry, i’m with han on this one.”

your part-time job had the tendency of keeping you around their office for much longer than you would like, which meant you were running late to beer night at seungcheol’s too. 

“yn’s on their way, they said we could start drinking-” joshua reads your text out loud, but he stops himself when he spots seungcheol about to take the unoccupied seat next to him, “don’t you usually sit in front of me? next to han?”

seungcheol raises an eyebrow, but does move to take the seat next to jeonghan, “can’t believe i’m being ordered around under my own roof.”

when you finally burst through the door, after spurting out a string of apologies for being late, you take the only empty seat. the one next to joshua.

“it’s okay, we don’t mind waiting.” he smiles at you as soon as you take a seat, raising his glass to his lips.

that was the same night he confessed to you, cheeks flushed red and a slight slur in his voice. never have you been more grateful for an early morning lecture, it meant that you didn’t drink a drop of alcohol and you could remember every word he let out.    

04. 

you asked him out on a date the following morning, which he agreed to with the largest grin you’ve ever seen come from a person and a joking you beat me to it! i planned on asking you out. 

but it seemed like your job had other plans for you that night. though you texted joshua about the     possibility of rescheduling, alongside several apologies and capitalized keyboard smashes and frustrated phrases on cursing your job and your boss, he insisted that he doesn’t mind waiting and you could take as much time as you need.

you refused to believe it, surely no one in the world is actually this kind and understanding? on your cab ride to the fancy restaurant you spent several weeks calling up to try and get a reservation to, you were mentally preparing yourself to not see joshua there. though it would break your heart to see an empty table, you also knew you couldn’t blame it against him as you were a little over an hour late.

“why are you still here?” you don’t even bother to hide the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of him. though your heart skipped a beat at the sight of joshua all dressed up in a nice suit with his hair slicked back, it picked up at the pace at the sight of him smiling and gesturing to the empty seat opposite of his own.

“where else would i be?”      

05.

on the night you first moved in together, you and joshua had no furniture in your brand new apartment except for a quaint little two-seat dining set. 

but he didn’t mind. not when it’s him you’re coming home to every single day.

“i saved you a seat,” he says as soon as you walk in the front door, smile on his face and take out in hand.

you can’t help but throw your head back in laughter as you sit on one of the chairs, “can’t believe all our furniture delivery got delayed except for this one. you do realize we’re sleeping on the floor tonight, right?”

“i do.” joshua shakes his head, takes the seat opposite you, and reaches a hand out across the table for you to hold. “but i don’t mind waiting for everything to get here as long as i’m with you.”   

from reese, with love <3

it's physically impossible for me to listen to the song lover by taylor swift without thinking of joshua hong so here we are. also, this was supposed to be a quick little think but college sweetheart!shua has a chokehold on me >_< i'd love to know what you think! thank you for reading :>

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[yveaart]

joshua as your green flag bf

joshua your green flag bf ! who keeps on sending you sweet notes on your locker anonymously before you started dating because he was too shy.

joshua your green flag bf ! who finally got the courage to ask you if he could be your partner on the seniors dance prom, with a shy smile and disappearing eyes (he said it was totally fine if you didn’t want to)

joshua your green flag bf ! who got flustered when you practiced the dance. your hands easily sweat so you apologized profusely as you tried to pry it away to wipe it, but guess what, he grips harder on your hand saying he doesn’t mind with a grin.

joshua your green flag bf ! who makes you paper flowers and hide them in your bag, the same bag he carries while walking you home.

joshua your green flag bf ! who buys you matching jewelry, same bracelets, same rings, same necklaces. its his way of showing you off

joshua your green flag bf ! who sends update photos on text with random silly filters.

joshua your green flag bf ! who got excited when your dog was clingy to him. he was convinced it was a step closer to your family.

joshua your green flag bf ! who takes the 20 minute walk to your house just to get a glimpse of you waving to him from your window.

joshua your green flag bf ! who makes you a playlist, also listening to all your recommended songs adding it to his favorites.

joshua your green flag bf ! who sobbed lightly seeing your birthday greeting to him after the first second of midnight.

joshua your green flag bf ! who brings his crocs whenever you wore heels “just because”

joshua your green flag bf ! who leans his head on your shoulder when you worked.

joshua your green flag bf ! who whispers your name at night and smiling at the ring of it, maybe the ring he would put on your finger as well.

joshua your green flag bf ! who goes crazy when you send your best pics to him and immediately making it his wallpaper.

joshua your green flag bf ! going down and doing push ups whenever he gets flustered by your flirty moves.

inspired by my last situationship :”)

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[thedensworld]

Doesn't Mind At All | Hong Joshua

Pairing: Secretary!Joshua x Baker!Reader (Ft. Boss!Junhui and Brother!Mingyu)

Genre: Romance, fluff, longtime crushing

Summary: Hong Joshua willingly agrees to pick up his boss's daughter from school, not realizing that this simple task would lead to an unexpected encounter with his longtime crush.

In the bustling halls of the company, Joshua was a familiar face. His presence was like a ray of sunshine, brightening up the office with his infectious smile and angelic personality. It was no secret that he held a special place in the hearts of many, having won the coveted title of "Best Office Crush" the previous year, even surpassing the CEO, Moon Junhui.

Joshua wore this badge with a quiet pride, knowing full well that his boss's concerns mainly revolved around the company's products and reputation. As he marked his sixth year as Junhui's faithful secretary and personal assistant, he couldn't help but marvel at the milestone. It was a record that stood unchallenged, a testament to Joshua's unwavering dedication.

Nobody understood Junhui quite like Joshua did, save for perhaps Junhui's own wife. When it came to the intricacies of Junhui's professional mindset, it was said that only Hong Joshua had the finesse to meet and exceed the exacting expectations. This was precisely why Joshua was regarded as the company's most precious gem.

Behind every successful CEO, there was an exceptional secretary, and for Moon Junhui, that shining star was none other than Joshua. Their dynamic was like a well-choreographed dance, a seamless blend of professionalism and camaraderie. They were the dynamic duo, the unsung heroes of the corporate world.

Joshua was renowned for his quick wit, tireless work ethic, and a personality that could charm even the most hardened hearts. His reputation had earned him a multitude of labels, particularly among the female officers, who couldn't help but marvel at the creation of such a seemingly perfect human being. Despite his friendly demeanor, Joshua was adept at setting clear boundaries, creating a distinct line and an almost impermeable wall when it came to romantic interests – a trait that some of the women officers considered to be his only flaw.

Approaching a group of women engrossed in a discussion (or rather, gossiping) about him, Joshua balanced a pack of coffee cups in his hands. With a gracious smile, he handed them out, congratulating them on the success of their recent event two days prior. "You're an angel, Mr. Hong," one of them swooned, to which Joshua graciously thanked her.

Another voice chimed in, "Mr. Hong, may we ask you a few questions? We've been discussing something about you, and it would be wonderful if you could satisfy our curiosity." Joshua settled into a seat, joining their circle. "And here I thought you guys were deep into discussions about our ramyeon drama project," he teased, eliciting chuckles from the others.

"We're actually really-really-really eager to know if you're single or taken," one of them blurted out, while another followed up with, "we've been speculating, and we have absolutely no idea!" Joshua's face reddened in response to the question, and he couldn't help but cover his face in playful embarrassment. What had he done to warrant such a query? Was he unintentionally giving off some sort of signal? The thought left him chuckling and slightly flustered, a rare sight for the usually unflappable secretary.

"Yeah! Absolutely. You gave us this. Yesterday you sent an email of appreciation to our rookie without her knowing that everyone received that as well and has been thinking that you like her. You've been committing a crime, Mr. Hong."

Joshua's brow furrowed as he listened to the explanation. "I can't do that?" he asked them, and they all simultaneously nodded in agreement. "Why?" he inquired once more, prompting a collective groan of exasperation from the women.

"You've been lavishing affection on the women in our company, the kind they haven't received from anyone else, all while displaying a sign that you have zero interest in dating any of them. That's just not right, Mr. Hong."

Joshua nodded, absorbing their words. "I'm sorry?" he offered, glancing down at the cups of coffee he had just handed out. "Should I take these back?" he gestured towards the beverages.

"Just stop sending affectionate emails and notes like this. At the very least, delete the heart emoticon," one of them instructed, holding up a note that Joshua had written, no doubt adorned with an affectionate flourish.

'Good job for the event guys! So proud of you🤍.'

"That's just a habit of mine! I'm sorry, I'll definitely work on that," Joshua offered, his voice carrying a hint of remorse as he mumbled his apologies.

"So, Mr. Hong. Are you single or taken?" inquired one of them. Joshua's smile widened as he answered, "I'm single."

To his surprise, this response was met with another collective groan from the group, leaving Joshua thoroughly perplexed. "Why? Did I answer it wrong? I'm not quite getting it," he admitted, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"You should never answer that kind of question with that kind of smile," one of them advised. Joshua nodded and hummed in understanding, contemplating whether he should spend more time observing and learning from this group of women. It seemed they held the key to deciphering the intricacies of office dynamics.

"Why are you single? I can't imagine it would be hard for someone with such an amazing face and personality to find a significant other," one of them remarked, their words laden with genuine admiration.

Joshua closed his eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the shower of compliments. He joked that if they continued, he might just consider joining their group.

"I work really hard for the company, and I find it hard to make time for dating," Joshua explained, giving voice to their curiosity. "While I do find some women attractive, it's just that I struggle to strike a balance between my professional and personal life."

"Is there anyone you have in mind, perhaps?" another one queried.

As the seconds ticked by, a portrait of someone from his past suddenly emerged in Joshua's mind. He nodded slowly, acknowledging that there was indeed someone he had in mind. "Ah, my university crush," he quipped, breaking into laughter.

*

Joshua's gaze never wavered from his computer screen, immersed in the tasks that lay before him. The soft tap of approaching footsteps disrupted his concentration, and he turned to see his boss, Moon Junhui, standing beside him. Without hesitation, Joshua rose from his chair, a show of respect for the man who held a significant place in his professional life.

"I'm so sorry, but can you do me a favor?" Junhui's tone held a touch of urgency, a request layered with a sense of trust that Joshua had earned over the years.

"What time is my meeting next?" Junhui inquired, his focus on the packed schedule that dictated his day.

"At 2 PM, sir," Joshua replied promptly, the words rolling off his tongue with a practiced ease. He prided himself on his meticulous attention to detail, especially when it came to Junhui's demanding schedule.

Junhui nodded in acknowledgment, his mind already processing the logistics of the day ahead. Then, his expression softened, and he confided in Joshua, "My daughter, her school is off at 3 PM. I promised my wife to take her with me since her nanny is having her days off. I worry if I'm still in the middle of a meeting at that time." said Junhui about his 5 years old daughter.

Joshua's bond with Hara had grown into a heartwarming routine. It was a familiar sight for the office staff to see Joshua and Hara immersed in various activities. The young girl's intellect and remarkable patience made her a delightful companion, a rare gem in her tender years. Whenever Junhui found himself entangled in meetings, Joshua gladly stepped in to keep Hara company. They'd sit together at Joshua's desk, engrossed in creating art, crafting intricate bracelets, or simply sharing stories of Hara's adventures.

"I can pick her up, sir," Joshua proposed, eager to assist his boss and provide a helping hand.

Junhui's eyes reflected gratitude, a sigh of relief escaping him. "Thank you so much," he expressed, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily eased by Joshua's kind gesture.

"My wife is not feeling very well this morning, that's why I didn't want to trouble her. Thank you so much, Mr. Hong," Junhui reiterated, his appreciation genuine and heartfelt.

As the day approached for Joshua to pick up Hara from school, a mixture of excitement and nerves fluttered within him. This was uncharted territory for him, the first time he'd take on the responsibility of fetching a child from school. Determined to ensure everything went smoothly, he turned to the internet for guidance. His search yielded a concise list of tips, each one etching itself into his mind:

1. Make sure the school knows who you are and that the child is aware and comfortable with your presence.

2. Prioritize the child's comfort and well-being throughout the process.

3. While not obligatory, a snack can often be a reassuring gesture.

4. Engage the child in conversation about their day on the journey home.

With this newfound knowledge, Joshua prepared himself meticulously. He reached out to the teacher, providing them with his contact details and informing them of the situation. He wanted every precaution in place to ensure a smooth transition.

As the hour approached, he found himself behind the wheel, heading towards the school with a sense of determination. The address provided by Junhui led him to the school's gates, where he joined the gathering of parents. Amongst the mothers, Joshua stood.

Time seemed to stretch as he waited, the anticipation building with each passing minute. Finally, the school bell rang, heralding the end of the day. Joshua's gaze fixed on the entrance, heart pounding in anticipation.

Then, there she was—Hara, with her bright eyes and eager smile. Recognition sparked between them, a silent affirmation of the trust they had built. As Hara approached, Joshua's apprehensions melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence.

As Hara's small voice called out, "Uncle!" with uncontainable excitement, Joshua's face lit up with a wide smile. He knelt down, arms ready to receive the approaching bundle of joy. The little girl rushed into his embrace, her tiny arms outstretched in pure delight.

"Hi Hara!" Joshua greeted her warmly, the affection in his voice mirroring the twinkle in his eyes.

Hara, her eyes sparkling like stars, peered up at Joshua with a curious glint. "Is daddy busy?" she inquired, her innocence adding a touch of sweetness to the question. Joshua nodded gently, his expression tender. "Yes, sweetie. That's why I'm the lucky one picking you up today. Are you excited?"

Hara's response was a burst of unrestrained enthusiasm. Her head bobbed up and down like an animated doll, her voice a melodious chorus of, "Yes, yes, yes!" Her anticipation radiated from her like a beacon of pure childhood joy, painting the air around them with an infectious excitement.

As they strolled towards the car, Hara, her small hand nestled in Joshua's, turned to him with a curious look. She inquired about her father, Junhui, if he had his lunch this afternoon. Joshua pondered for a moment, recalling whether Junhui had managed to grab lunch before diving into the meeting. He was certain Junhui hadn't.

"Can we stop at the bakery near my school? I want to buy him and you my favorite cupcake," Hara proposed, her eyes wide with hope. Joshua couldn't resist her earnest request. After all, who could say no to cupcakes? It was a harmless indulgence.

Upon arriving at the bakery, Hara's eyes widened, a sudden gasp escaping her lips. Instantly, Joshua's protective instincts kicked in, a rush of concern washing over him. He swiftly turned to Hara, asking with a gentle urgency, "Are you okay?"

Hara's confession, delivered with the innocence only a five-year-old could muster, both touched and amused Joshua. She looked up at him, her big eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty. "I don't have any money."

Suppressing a chuckle, Joshua crouched down to her level, his tone reassuring. "It's okay, sweetie. I'll take care of it." As his words washed over her, a radiant smile lit up Hara's face, the worry dissipating as swiftly as it had come.

As they stepped into the bakery, a hush settled over the empty space, the only sound being the faint hum of refrigeration units. They ambled through the inviting displays, each dessert a potential treasure trove for Hara. She nestled in Joshua's arms, torn between the allure of a cupcake and the temptation of a cookie.

"Why not both?" Joshua's voice, tender and reassuring, broke the internal struggle Hara was facing. Her eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Is that okay?"

With an eager nod, Hara's decision was made, and Joshua promptly collected both the coveted cupcake and the enticing cookie. The radiant smile that bloomed on her face was Joshua's reward, but it was the soft, whispered "thank you..." that danced in his ears that truly warmed his heart.

Just as they were immersed in this sweet exchange, a sudden, welcoming voice enveloped the bakery, pulling Joshua's attention away from the confections. "Welcome to Sweeties..."

Joshua's breath hitched, his gaze swiftly shifting from the colorful array of treats to the source of the voice. Standing a mere two meters away was a familiar face, one that sent a jolt of surprise and recognition through him. It was Y/n, his dear friend from college.

"Wait just a minute, Hara," Joshua gently set her down and took a step toward the woman, a sense of pleasant shock mirrored in both their expressions at this unexpected reunion.

"Y/n, it's been such a long time!" Joshua's voice bubbled with genuine joy, his smile growing wider as he caught sight of Y/n's matching grin.

"I thought I was imagining things. I had no idea you were in Seoul," Y/n admitted, her surprise blending with a palpable delight.

"Yeah, it's been 7 years since I moved here. How have you been?" Joshua inquired, his tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and genuine care. The air around them seemed to buzz with the energy of reconnection, weaving a bridge between their shared past and this unexpected present encounter.

"I'm doing great, and you? I've spotted her around a few times," Y/n mentioned, her gaze shifting towards Hara who was now engrossed in examining the colorful macarons displayed on the stall.

Joshua's eyes twinkled with fondness as he observed Hara's fascination. He turned back to Y/n, a warm chuckle escaping him. "I'm good too. Her school is just a few blocks from here. Can you believe it? It's like a dream come true," he remarked, a subtle nod towards the array of delectable pastries that surrounded them. He knew of Y/n's long-standing dream from their university days to own her own bakery.

Y/n offered a nonchalant shrug, but there was a glint of contentment in her eyes. "I know, right? It's been two years, and it's become my favorite job."

Joshua's gaze wandered to Y/n's hands, and there, he spotted a delicate ring adorning her middle finger. He couldn't help but ask, curiosity laced with a touch of surprise, "Are you engaged?" Their eyes met, and Y/n hesitated for a moment, her gaze flitting towards Hara before she softly affirmed, "Yeah," with a slow, affirmative nod.

The next question carried a weight of intensity, as Joshua inquired, "Are you happy?" His concern for Y/n radiated through his gaze. She met his eyes steadily, her response deliberate and sincere, another nod indicating her contentment.

As their conversation flowed, Hara made her selection of treats. Just as Joshua was about to pay, Y/n interjected, her voice carrying a note of generosity. "It's on the house."

Joshua's immediate response was to decline, insisting they were purchasing quite a bit and it wouldn't be fair to receive them for free. Y/n countered with a tempting offer, "Alright then, how about coffee? Still a fan of your Americano with two shots?"

A laugh bubbled from Joshua, the sound warm and genuine. It seemed Y/n knew just how to strike a deal that left everyone feeling content and connected in this unexpected reunion at the sweet haven of her bakery.

As they settled into the car, Hara's voice, laced with curiosity, broke the brief silence. "Do you know her, uncle?" she inquired. Joshua, his focus on the road, let out a thoughtful hum. The engine purred to life, carrying them away towards the office.

Then, unexpectedly, Joshua's voice filled the car, carrying a note of nostalgia. "She was my first love in college."

Hara's wide eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Really? Were you two dating?" she asked, her young mind eager for the details. Joshua, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, shook his head with a soft smile. "We were friends from the first day of college, but I never mustered the courage to confess. Seeing her again after all these years was quite a surprise."

Hara's curiosity continued to swell, her innocence driving her to probe further. "Why didn't you confess?" she wondered aloud.

A tender sincerity colored Joshua's voice as he explained, "I didn't want to risk losing our friendship."

Hara pondered this for a moment before pressing on. "But did you ever try to confess?" she inquired, her young eyes studying Joshua's face for any hint of what might lie beneath his words.

Joshua, his gaze softening, shook his head gently, the weight of the past mingling with the present. It was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that had lingered.

Hara's little face contorted into a playful pout, her dad's wisdom echoing in her mind. "My dad says that trying might hurt but it'll be worth it," she mused, her voice tinged with a mix of contemplation and innocence. Joshua couldn't help but be touched by the profound simplicity in her words, a wisdom that belied her tender years.

Listening to Hara's musings, a soft smile played on Joshua's lips. He decided to seize the moment to seek her opinion on the matter. "Honestly, I have no idea what that means," Hara replied nonchalantly, the weight of her father's advice not yet entirely comprehensible to her young mind. Meanwhile, she nibbled contentedly on her macaroon, the pastel hues of the sweet treat contrasting with her contemplative expression.

Joshua, amused by her response, seized the opportunity to ask about the taste of the macaroon. "Is that good?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine interest. Hara's enthusiastic nod affirmed her satisfaction, her eyes bright with the pleasure of the delightful treat.

"Thanks for buying me, Uncle. I'll pay you back once I grow up!" Hara declared, her gratitude expressed with a sincerity that warmed Joshua's heart. He nodded, deciding to play along with her lighthearted promise.

One time, two times, and then countless more, Joshua found himself in the routine of picking up Hara from school. What started as a simple request from his boss had evolved into a regular volunteer role for him. The smile on Junhui's face whenever he saw them together spoke volumes. It was clear that Hara cherished these moments with Joshua, and the journey from school to her father's office was transformed into an exciting adventure.

Reason number one for Joshua's eagerness was crystal clear. It wasn't just about being a reliable presence for Hara. It was the genuine joy he felt in her company. They laughed, shared stories, and sometimes even indulged in small escapades that turned ordinary errands into memorable episodes.

And then there was reason number two, which Joshua didn't mind admitting. It was the perfect excuse to visit Y/n's enchanting bakery. The aroma of freshly baked goodies, the vibrant display of pastries, and the warm ambiance—it was a slice of paradise in his day. As he'd open the door, he'd already know Hara's inevitable request, "Can I have my favorite macaroon from Sweeties, please?" It was almost a ritual. Her preferences would shift from cupcakes to macaroons, but Joshua didn't mind. For him, it was the smile on her face that truly mattered.

However, amid all these routines, there was another habit that had stealthily crept up on Joshua. It wasn't until the third visit that he became aware of it. Staring at his reflection in the rearview mirror, he'd question himself. "Is his hair styled just right? Is the suit impeccably ironed? Does his shirt complement his skin tone? And can she catch a whiff of his carefully chosen perfume?" These were the thoughts that occupied his mind.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his own introspection. "Who are you trying to impress, Hong? A stack of macaroons? An almond croissant sitting on the stall?" he'd jest with himself. But deep down, he knew the answer. His thoughts always circled back to Y/n, his college crush, who seemed to occupy a special corner in his heart.

With every encounter, every conversation, his feelings for her only grew stronger. It was a realization that struck him with a mixture of nostalgia and newfound hope. The crush he thought he'd buried long ago was very much alive, and in fact, thriving. Each interaction with Y/n was like a brushstroke, painting a vivid picture of affection that Joshua couldn't deny any longer.

*

"As expected, Y/n," Joshua chirped, his voice a friendly melody in the air. Y/n made her way from the kitchen, a tray laden with warm, freshly baked bread cradled in her hands. A gentle smile danced on her lips, brought to life by the sight of Hara's bright, shimmering eyes.

Setting the tray on the stool, Y/n felt a warmth spread through her. Hara mumbled something, a secret shared only for Y/n to catch. Sensing Hara's shyness, Joshua leaned in, his words a gentle encouragement, assuring her that she needn't be timid in Y/n's presence. "Speak up, Hara, she's as friendly as they come!" he added with a chuckle, infusing the moment with a touch of humor.

"Can I get that too, uncle?" Hara's voice was sweet and eager, breaking the air with innocence and curiosity.

Y/n's brows shot up in surprise. "Uncle?" she echoed, her curiosity piqued. It was the first time she'd heard Hara's voice, and the term caught her off guard.

Y/n struggled to find her words, the question hanging on the tip of her tongue, but not quite making its way out. This revelation left her momentarily speechless.

Joshua, noticing Y/n's bewilderment, turned to her with a questioning look. "She's calling you... isn't she your daughter?" She inquired, a touch of confusion in her eyes.

Joshua glanced at Y/n, his expression a mixture of surprise and realization. "Oh, I never told you?" he began, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "She's my boss's daughter. I haven't tied the knot yet, Y/n." His tone was gentle, as though sharing a cherished secret.

A sudden chill raced down Y/n's spine, propelling her into swift action. She deftly gathered all the sweets that Hara had chosen. Joshua, startled by her abrupt shift in demeanor, watched in quiet curiosity, sensing that now wasn't the time to inquire.

A soft chime announced a newcomer. The door swung open, revealing a tall, sun-kissed man, his smile lighting up the room. Clutched in his hand was a bundle of meals, a simple offering of warmth and sustenance. What didn't escape Joshua's notice was the glint of an engagement ring gracing the man's finger.

"Ah, I should get going," Joshua murmured, a touch of awkwardness dancing in his smile. He gently informed Hara that they needed to head to the office. With a wave, Hara bid Y/n goodbye, her departure leaving a faint sense of longing in the air.

The newcomer, attuned to the change in atmosphere, turned to Y/n with concern etched across his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?" The question hung in the air, tinged with a hint of curiosity and a touch of wariness.

Y/n was willing to bet that Joshua overheard Mingyu's inquisitive words. With their departure, a weight seemed to settle in the air. She released a heavy sigh, her body finding solace against the worn counter.

This subtle motion didn't escape the notice of her concerned brother. "What's wrong? Who is he? Is he bothering you?" Mingyu's voice dripped with a blend of worry and slight irritation. He couldn't bear the thought of Y/n being bothered.

Y/n mumbled something, her words lost in the quiet ambiance of the shop. Mingyu leaned in, his gentle touch a balm to her unsettled soul. "What is it?" he coaxed, his voice laced with a mixture of affection and protective concern. With a tender gesture, he placed her meal on the counter.

"He's Josh."

Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise. "Joshua hyung? How could he not recognize me?" His disbelief was evident, eyebrows shooting up.

With a hint of annoyance, Y/n lifted her face to meet Mingyu's gaze. "How could anyone recognize you? Even your old self wouldn't," she quipped, a playful tease aimed at her brother's considerable transformation.

Mingyu let out a scoff, his lips twitching into a half-smile. "Then why are you like this? Aren't you happy to see him again?" he inquired, his concern tinged with a touch of gentle reproach. Y/n nodded, acknowledging the mix of emotions swirling within her.

"He's been around a few times. With that kid," Y/n murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Mingyu's eyes widened in realization. "He's married?! Poor you, holding onto a long-term crush," he sympathized, his heart going out to his sister. "Come here, let me give you a hug." Mingyu's arms enveloped Y/n, offering comfort and understanding in this unexpected moment of emotional complexity.

However, Y/n didn't respond to Mingyu's attempt at comfort in the way he anticipated. Instead, a sharp slap landed on his arm, prompting a surprised whine to escape from him. "Why?!"

"He's not married," Y/n muttered, her voice tinged with frustration as she tried to untangle the complex web of emotions.

Mingyu's brow furrowed in confusion. "Then what? Is he divorced?" Another slap followed, this time landing on his other arm.

"Stop hitting me! It hurts," Mingyu protested, determined to put an end to the arm-slapping.

Y/n let out an exasperated groan, realizing how convoluted the situation had become. "Just listen!" she implored, her tone a blend of exasperation and urgency. "And don't you dare laugh." Her words earned a stifled chuckle from her younger brother. In a swift move, Y/n attempted another slap, but Mingyu managed to catch her hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

"I think I made a mistake," Y/n began, her voice tinged with regret.

"He started visiting the shop two months ago, and it's become a regular thing," she explained, a touch of frustration in her tone. "I assumed the child he always brought along was his daughter. I mean, who wouldn't? But it turns out, she's his boss's daughter."

Mingyu's brow arched in curiosity. "So, where's the twist?"

Y/n hesitated, her gaze dropping to the glimmering ring on her finger. "He saw this," she confessed, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. "And he thought I was engaged. He asked me if I was... and, you know what I said? Yes. I said yes because I thought he was married, and I was just protecting myself. I'm so messed up, Kim Mingyu." Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her impulsive decision.

Mingyu let out a sigh, absorbing Y/n's explanation. "Why did you even lie?" he inquired, a touch of perplexity in his voice.

Y/n's eyes darted around, her frustration evident. "Because— I don't know! He saw my ring and I couldn't just blurt out, 'The ring has the flower you gave me and your name engraved on it.' Especially when he was here with a child who could very well be his daughter."

Mingyu couldn't help but be impressed. He let out a low whistle and applauded. "You're so witty and clumsy all at once. We really are siblings," he remarked with a grin.

Y/n shot him a sidelong glance, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. She reached for the meal Mingyu had brought, a sense of familiarity and comfort settling over them.

The atmosphere softened as Mingyu unwrapped the meal, confirming it was from their mother. He explained how she had hastily prepared it upon his request to visit the shop, and then suggested that Y/n pay their mother a visit soon. It served as a gentle reminder of the last time Y/n had seen their mother, at their father's funeral. Their relationship had been strained since the divorce.

Shifting gears, Y/n inquired about Mingyu's upcoming wedding preparations. He let out a sigh, expressing some of the inevitable stress that comes with such occasions. "You shouldn't get married!" he joked, sharing the minor hurdles in planning with a wry smile. "Nari changed her mind three times about the decorations. And now she wants me to ask you about changing the dessert menu."

Y/n chuckled softly, a warm affection in her gaze. "It's okay. These things happen for big events," she assured him, playfully ruffling his hair. Mingyu leaned in for an embrace, expressing a touch of nostalgia. "I wish I were still a high schooler," he mumbled, resting his head on Y/n's shoulder. Her hand instinctively rose to pat his back. "You're doing a fantastic job, Mingyu. I'm proud that you took such a brave step at your age. I'm genuinely happy for you."

Pulling back, Mingyu looked at Y/n with a sincere smile. "I'm happy too, just a bit nervous and exhausted maybe," he admitted, and Y/n nodded understandingly.

"Since Mom and Dad divorced, you've been the one raising me. I may not say it often, but I hope you know that I've always been thankful for your presence, noona. And I hope you're happy too."

Y/n closed her eyes, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. "Stop it! I have to face customers after this!" she protested, a hint of tears glistening in her eyes.

Mingyu's smile softened, his gaze filled with affection for his older sister. "Invite him to my wedding. I hope you find the confidence to express your feelings to him. Don't worry about his answer. Men can be trash, unless me." he teased, bringing a lightness to the moment.

*

As closing time approached, Y/n began the task of tidying up the stall. Her baker had headed home promptly at 5 pm, while she was committed to staying until 10. A handful of croissants remained, their golden flakiness begging for a home. Who could resist a few bites of almond cream at night? Certainly not her customers. And that bottle of wine, a thoughtful gift from Mingyu two years back, had been patiently waiting for an occasion. Tonight seemed just right. After the whirlwind of a day, a glass of wine was exactly what Y/n needed to unwind and savor the quiet moments.

As she finished adjusting the croissant and set the table, a chime echoed through her shop. "I'm sorry, but we're clos— Josh?"

Y/n's voice caught in her throat as she recognized the unexpected visitor. There stood Joshua, tall and commanding, without his usual suit. Instead, he wore a sharp blue shirt that effortlessly complemented his appearance. The sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, a style that defied the odds and only added to his allure.

"It's night, what are you doing?" Y/n questioned, her surprise evident. She quickly shook her head, a warm smile playing on her lips. "I mean, it's really nice to see you. But isn't it a bit late for something sweet?" Her words held a hint of confusion.

Joshua's laughter danced through the air, a familiar and soothing melody in the quiet of the evening.

"Not for an almond croissant," he remarked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation as he gestured towards the delectable pastries adorning the table. "May I join?" he asked, a polite request for permission.

Y/n hesitated for a brief moment before offering a hesitant nod. She swiftly fetched another croissant and a wine glass, setting them in front of Joshua. Settling herself across from him, she couldn't help but express her concern.

Y/n's care and curiosity were palpable in her inquiry. "How have you been?"

Joshua let out a heavy sigh, his response tinged with a sense of relief. "Yeah... Big work hit, but it's finally done. Had a team dinner around here. You know the Soba restaurant near the three section? It was good," he explained, a hint of contentment in his voice. Y/n nodded in understanding.

He continued, delving into nostalgia. "You used to like that soba from a shop near our university," he reminisced, a fond smile gracing his features.

"The one with the wooden chairs? We went there a lot," Y/n admitted, her own smile growing as she recalled those cherished moments. "I remember you ordered hot soba in the summer and I was like, 'What is wrong with her?' I remember laughing a lot that day," he recounted, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Joshua's words evoked vivid memories from their college years.

Y/n stifled a smile before adding, "It was when you just failed your exam."

Joshua's brows shot up in surprise. "Ah, really? I couldn't remember that. Yeah... I failed a lot of tests back in university," he admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle. His gaze softened as he looked at Y/n, a sense of gratitude and warmth filling the air between them.

Joshua couldn't help but let out an impressed coo. "You haven't changed much, Y/n. Talking to you like this feels like we've stepped back a decade," he mused, tilting his head as his eyes traced the familiar features before him.

Y/n responded with a soft chuckle. "Meanwhile, you've changed quite a bit, Josh. I would never have expected to see you in a dress shirt and suit like today. You always favored crewnecks and that one t-shirt with the rock band print," she pointed out, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

Joshua joined in her laughter, acknowledging the transformation. "You're absolutely right! I've gone through quite the evolution. I ran into one of our friends from college a few days back, and he didn't even recognize me," he recalled, a touch of amusement in his tone.

"Even Mingyu couldn't recognize you," Y/n chimed in, and Joshua's brow furrowed in surprise.

"Mingyu? He met me? When?" Joshua was genuinely taken aback. He remembered Y/n's younger brother as a tall kid who matched his height back when he was still in junior high school, a decade ago.

Y/n's eyes widened, a chuckle escaping her. "The last time you visited. Mingyu was here," she reminded him. Joshua let out a small gasp. "It was Mingyu?! I thought he was your fiance!" he exclaimed, covering his face with his palm in embarrassment.

"It was Mingyu. He's grown a lot, hasn't he? It's not surprising that you two didn't recognize each other," Y/n reassured, a fondness in her voice.

Joshua let out a sigh, his fingers gently massaging his temple. "So, it was Kim Mingyu, that little rascal who used to pester you back in the early semesters," he recalled with a laugh, the memory now tinted with amusement and affection.

"How's your parent?" Joshua inquired, his tone gentle and concerned.

Y/n's lips pressed into a tight line, her expression revealing the weight of her words. "Not long after you moved to The States, they got divorced. We lived with our father for four years before he passed away," she explained, a somber note in her voice. She chose not to mention the years of estrangement from her mother.

Joshua's gaze softened, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, I... I had no idea," he murmured, his heart heavy with the news.

"That's why you went out of reach," he concluded, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The sudden loss of contact with Y/n had always puzzled him, but now it made sense.

Y/n nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the memories that played in her mind. "My father's company faced bankruptcy, and my mother..." she hesitated, "she was cheating. They got divorced, and I had to work at the bakery near our university because my father couldn't afford to support both of us. And here I am, now. Running my own shop," she said, her smile holding a mixture of pride and reflection on how the challenges of the past had shaped her present.

Joshua looked at Y/n, his heart heavy with unspoken words. Guilt washed over him, rendering him momentarily speechless. He vividly recalled the day he had to break the news to Y/n about his impending move to the States, just two weeks before his flight. His mother, a single parent, had raised him alone from a young age. After his graduation, she informed him about their relocation due to her work, leaving behind everything in Seoul. Leaving Y/n was an agonizing decision, as she was the only thing that made Joshua contemplate staying. But he knew he had to join his mother after her earnest plea.

"Do you remember when I wanted to become a jeweler?" Y/n's voice pierced through the heavy air, drawing Joshua's attention. He nodded in response. She rose from her seat and went to the counter. When she returned, a small box nestled in her hand, Joshua's gaze shifted to her ringless finger.

Without hesitation, he gently took her hand in his own, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and tenderness.

"Your ring—" Joshua began, his voice catching in his throat as he beheld the contents of the velvety box. Inside lay a ring and bracelet, delicate and gleaming.

"I made these," Y/n revealed, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. She settled back into her chair, carefully placing the silver jewelry on the table.

Joshua's gaze remained fixed on the pieces, his heart pounding in his chest. He noticed that his name was engraved on both the ring and bracelet. Y/n's words tugged at his emotions, each syllable laced with the weight of untold feelings. "I was going to give these to you before your flight. But I couldn't make it; my parents were fighting that morning," she confessed, her voice carrying a mixture of regret and longing.

As he looked at Y/n, then back to the jewelry, his breath seemed to catch in his throat. The significance of the moment weighed heavily on him.

Y/n produced a necklace, its centerpiece a ring that had adorned her middle finger for all these years. "Mine has your name on it too. I meant to engrave my own, but for some reason, I etched yours," she shared, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"It's crazy, isn't it? That I cared for you so much, Josh," Y/n finally confessed, her eyes meeting his, a blend of hope and apprehension in their depths.

"I liked you a lot, and i might still."

The weight of Y/n's confession hung in the air, her words barely more than a mumble. Yet, they carried a profound weight, echoing through the space between them.

In that moment, Joshua finally comprehended that his feelings were not one-sided. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a truth he hadn't dared to believe. He stood there, looking at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time, the enormity of the situation washed over him, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed. He had been carrying this sentiment for so long, never imagining that it might be returned. A sense of humility settled upon him, a realization that he had underestimated the depth of Y/n's emotions. He felt like a fool, sitting there in front of her, unable to find the right words to express the tumultuous storm of feelings coursing through him.

Under the tranquil embrace of the night, with the park as their silent witness, Joshua's voice carried a weight that only a decade of silent longing could hold.

"Y/n," he spoke, his words deliberate and infused with a vulnerability that had been buried deep for far too long. "Tonight, hearing your words... it's like a floodgate has burst open within me."

Turning to face her, he held her gaze with an intensity that spoke volumes. "For more than decade, I've carried this in my heart. From the very beginning, you captured my soul in a way I never thought possible. You've been my sanctuary, the person I've turned to in my darkest hours, even from across the ocean."

The sincerity in his voice was palpable, each word a testament to the depth of his emotions. "I was so afraid of losing you that I couldn't find the courage to say anything. But now, knowing that you feel... something for me too, it's like a dream come true."

"I like you a lot. No, i've been in love with you, Y/n."

The air hung heavy with anticipation, the moment pregnant with significance. Joshua's heart raced, every beat a testament to the years of yearning he had endured. With bated breath, he waited for Y/n's response, hoping beyond hope that the feelings he had nurtured in secret for a decade would find their rightful place in the open.

*

On the day of Mingyu's wedding, the venue was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting a radiant glow on the beaming couple. Mingyu, standing tall in his tuxedo, took the mic with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. The room fell into a hushed anticipation as he cleared his throat, preparing to address the gathered guests.

"Thank you all for being here today," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Today is a day of celebration, not only for me and Nari, but for the bonds that tie families together."

Mingyu continued his speech. As he spoke, Mingyu's gaze drifted to Y/n, his older sister, seated among the guests. Her eyes shimmered with unspoken pride and affection, a silent affirmation of their shared journey.

He continued, his voice carrying a note of gratitude, "Today, I stand here as a man about to embark on a new chapter of my life. And I owe so much of who I am to the incredible woman who has always been there for me, through thick and thin."

Turning towards Y/n, Mingyu's voice softened with sincerity. "To my sister, Y/n, you've been my rock, my confidante, and my source of endless support. You've guided me, protected me, and loved me unconditionally. Today, I want to take a moment to thank you, not only for being an amazing sister, but for being an incredible friend."

A swell of applause and affectionate murmurs filled the room, a testament to the love that emanated from this tight-knit family. Mingyu's words had touched the hearts of everyone present, leaving an indelible mark on this special day.

The wedding ceremony unfolded like a dream, an atmosphere of pure happiness enveloping the guests. Mingyu, the groom, approached his sister, Y/n, a vision in her lace gown, diligently overseeing the desserts from her bakery. He enveloped her in a warm embrace, their connection palpable even in the midst of the celebration. He pulled back, Y/n teasingly echoing Mingyu's earlier words, "Your confidante, huh?" A playful eye-roll followed, a testament to their easy camaraderie.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Well, I had to make a good impression on my new in-laws, didn't I? Let them know they're getting a true family man," he quipped in a conspiratorial whisper. Joshua, standing alongside them, couldn't contain his own chuckle at their banter.

"Thanks for coming, hyung," Mingyu expressed his gratitude, pulling Joshua into a heartfelt hug. Joshua extending his warmest congratulations.

A mischievous gleam danced in Joshua's eyes as he added, "For someone who's kept my girlfriend busy all month, you sure seem appreciative." His words were laced with playful sarcasm, a nod to the last-minute dessert changes that had kept Y/n on her toes.

Mingyu's expression softened, a touch of remorse etching his features. "I'm sorry, hyung. I forgot how much this meant to you. I promise, after this, I won't meddle anymore," he vowed, signing to the new relationship between his sister and Joshua that had been silent for over a decade.

As the joyous celebration continued, a voice calling Joshua's name interrupted their lively conversation. Turning, their attention was drawn to a woman standing behind them. Joshua recognized her as one of his colleagues from the company, and he extended his hand in greeting.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Joshua remarked, a pleasant surprise lacing his voice.

The woman nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Nari is my junior from college," she explained, her eyes keenly observing the dynamic between Joshua and Y/n.

It wasn't lost on Joshua that his hand lingered at Y/n's waist. Suddenly, the realization struck him, and he made the introduction with a touch of pride, "Oh, please meet my girlfriend, Y/n. Those croquembouche were made by her." The swell of pride in his voice resonated with a warmth that emanated from him.

Mingyu, standing beside them, nodded appreciatively and offered a warm smile, extending his gratitude to the woman for joining them in the celebration.

The woman's words hung in the air, a statement that stirred a shift in the atmosphere. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Mr. Hong," she reiterated, her tone carrying a hint of surprise. Before Joshua could respond, Mingyu swooped in, feigning hurt over Joshua's apparent secrecy.

"Hyung, really? You've been keeping your relationship with my sister under wraps from everyone? Noona, you deserve someone who'll shout your worth from the rooftops!" Mingyu playfully chided, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Y/n simply smiled, recognizing her brother's penchant for theatrics.

Joshua let out a sigh, a mixture of exasperation and amusement tingeing his voice. "I kept everything hidden," he confessed, a touch of irritation coloring his words. Yet, his smile only grew, his hold on Y/n's waist tightening. It was a silent declaration, an unspoken testament to the depth of his feelings for her, a sentiment that had been quietly growing within him. The unspoken connection between them, now brought to light, added a layer of intimacy to the moment, making it all the more special.

*

A fresh morning light bathed the room, infusing it with a sense of energy and possibility. Joshua entered, a warm smile gracing his features, bearing a circle of coffee and delectable desserts for the ladies gathered at the tables. Their eyes lit up with gratitude as they received the treats, a tangible token of appreciation for their successful drama project.

"Morning, ladies. I heard the drama project was a hit. Here's my treat," Joshua announced, his voice carrying a touch of genuine warmth.

As they settled into their seats, one of them couldn't help but voice the rumor swirling in the office. "Is it true, Mr. Hong?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Joshua's smile remained steadfast, a hint of intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "What rumor?" he playfully deflected, his tone light.

"That you're in a relationship? There's a screenshot of your Instagram Story with a woman on the company community web," another woman eagerly elaborated, her excitement palpable.

Joshua let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. With an air of showmanship, he unveiled the box of delectable desserts, their intricate designs and inviting aromas captivating their attention. "They look amazing, right?" he asked, a note of pride coloring his voice.

"These are from Seongsu-dong, just a block away from a kindergarten. The shop's called Sweeties. If you ever want to meet my girlfriend, that's the place to go. Please enjoy," Joshua shared, his words imbued with a touch of playfulness and sincerity. With a final warm goodbye, he left the group of women officers, their smiles and laughter lingering in the air. The morning continued, infused with a sense of camaraderie and shared enjoyment.

The end.

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[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

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[mingoooossii]

Ferris wheel.

Joshua x reader. Synopsis: He's just so pretty. Warnings: Fluff, kisses and Ferris wheel (?) A/n: I just had to write for him.

The Ferris Wheel carried them steadily upwards, the amusement park sprawled out beneath them like a miniature world of flashing lights and joyful screams. Joshua, usually a whirlwind of energy on stage, leaned back against the plush seat, a rare moment of peace washing over him. His eyes were closed, a content sigh escaping his lips as he basked in the quiet hum of the machinery and the gentle swaying of the pod.

You watched him, a soft smile gracing your lips. He looked so different, so serene, without the usual stage makeup and the carefully styled hair.

The sunlight filtering through the leaves cast a warm glow on his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the way his eyelashes fanned out against his cheek. He was breathtakingly beautiful. In that moment, something tugged at your heartstrings.

The silence stretched between them, a comfortable quiet that spoke volumes. Suddenly, an irresistible urge overwhelmed you. Leaning closer, you brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, your touch sending shivers down his spine. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a jolt of surprise.

Before he could speak, you surprised him by leaning in and planting a quick kiss on his lips. It was a fleeting touch, a feather-soft whisper against his skin.

A blush crept up his neck, dusting his cheeks with a rosy hue. He looked adorable, caught off guard by your spontaneous gesture.

"Y/n," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

A giggle escaped your lips. "Sorry." you said, though there was no apology in your voice. "You were just so… pretty. I couldn't help myself."

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Pretty?" he echoed, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You met his gaze, your own sparkling with mischief. "Unbelievably pretty." you confirmed, leaning in closer. Before he could react, you pressed another quick, chaste kiss on his lips.

Joshua's breath hitched, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He stared at you, mesmerized, the world outside a hazy blur.

A blush bloomed on your cheeks, but your eyes held a newfound confidence. "There." you said, a triumphant note in your voice. "See? I couldn't resist."

Joshua chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Well," he began, his voice husky, "that changes things a bit, doesn't it?"

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Maybe I should show you something even prettier then." he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Your heart sped up. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

He leaned back slightly, a slow, playful smile spreading across his face. As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the city glittering below.

Joshua tilted his head and captured your lips in a kiss. It was a soft kiss, filled with a tenderness that sent a jolt of electricity through you. In that moment, suspended high above the world, the noise and chaos faded away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the silent promise of a love that bloomed amidst the bright lights and screaming fans.

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[wontune]

Joshua ㅤㅤ[ 케이팝 ] ♡ seventeen lockscreens

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[ahlovelightaflame]

It Simply Cannot Be! ~ *Joshua Hong*

Summary: Joshua is good and he prides himself on being good. That's why he's in the Legion of Angels. That is, until they decide he's not good anymore and cast him out. It simply cannot be!

Pairing: Kim Mingyu X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1085

Warning: Religious Trauma (but not the kind you're thinking)

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @kpop-will-kill-me

The night was quiet and the candle light flickered low. You were cleaning up the bar as per usual, making sure the glasses were clean to use tomorrow. There were still a handful of stragglers that kept mainly to themselves. Every so often, one would come up to you, pay their tab, and quietly leave. It wouldn't be long before the last of the crowd would trickle out and you'd be all alone. Not that you minded. It was about time for you to get some shut eye anyways.

At least that's what you thought when the door to the inn slammed open in a flurry of wind and feathers. Before you knew it, the tornado was at a stool before the bar, half leaning over it. You simply stared at the cyclone who was in the middle of a conversation with you.

"It simply cannot be!" He wailed. "Do you have any idea how much I worked for this? Everything I have sacrificed for them? And just like that, gone! Demoted! Banished! Cast out! As if all of my years of servitude meant nothing to them! How could this be? It simply cannot, I tell you!"

"Good evening to you, Joshua." You greet him, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes are still trained on the pesky stain in the stein glass you're trying to clean.

"Are you even listening to me?" He continued with another whine.

You nod. "I am, though to you I must not seem very engaged. But I am listening to you."

He narrowed his eyes on you. "You also don't seem very sympathetic to my concerns."

You finally look up and notice that the Joshua before you does not look like he normally does. Usually he is white, gold, and glowing. But his color and light are now faded. He is gray, silver, and dull. You can already guess what happened to him without him trying to tell you. Although, you're unsure as to why he had fallen.

"The legion of angels have not been kind to you, have they?" You sigh and shake your head. "I tried to tell you that it was best to stay away from them, but you wouldn't listen. Still, are you alright? Falling is hard and very painful. I can make you something to help ease the pain."

He shook his head. "The pain has subsided a great deal. It's just a dull throb now."

"And the emotional pain?"

"I don't think it will ever go away." He whispers and you sigh once more.

Taking one of the already clean glasses, you mix a sweet and frothy concoction before passing it towards him. "Drink this. You'll need it."

"What's this?" He asked, eyeing the odd drink with suspicion and a hint of disdain.

"Just drink it. It'll soothe your body and your mind."

He carefully drinks it in one go. You softly smile and he returns it before shyly passing the glass back to you to clean.

"How much do I owe you?"

You look up at him and there's a sharp look in your eye. "Just sit there and listen to what I have to say."

He nods and you get back to finishing your cleaning. "I told you to be careful of the Legion of Angels. Now, I knew you could easily join the Legion and I'll admit, I was a little impressed with how quickly you rose through their ranks. But I know better than anyone how much harder it is to maintain your precarious position on top when there is no room for mistakes. And I know it hurts to fall. I was worried about you. I've always been worried about you. And while I knew you could do very well, I also knew it was a matter of time before something happened. The winds of change will always bring change, as much as the Legion tries to deny it. I'm just glad you didn't fall too hard."

He sighs and places his chin onto the bar. "I made a terrible mistake, haven't I?"

You shake your head. "Not at all. You made a choice, Joshua. And while it may hurt now, it will get better. Things always get better. It's a back and forth dance we all must dance while we are alive. You will get better, I promise. And the best thing is you learned while you were at it. You've grown, though it may not seem like it at the moment."

He gives you another smile. "Can I ask a personal question?"

"Of course."

"Did it feel this way when you became a disgraced God?"

You suppress your shudder with ease and pick up another glass to clean. "It hurt much worse. Angels come and go. Gods are forever. I will always carry this pain until I am once again reinstated. And then I will go through it again when I'm knocked off my pedestal once more. As I said, it's a back and forth we must go through as we live."

He nods. "I understand. But do you think the Legion will ever let me join their ranks again?"

You shrug. "Give it time. You still have some lingering effects of being an angel, and that includes the prolonged life span. Use it and continue learning. Perhaps you'll rejoin them or perhaps you'll find a new calling. Only you can make that decision, not anyone else."

With a much more confident smile, he sits up. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"You're very welcome." You put the last glass away and toss your rag into a pile of laundry you will need to complete tomorrow. "Would you like to stay tonight and rest your wings, Joshua? It's on the house."

He grins. "How could I pass up an offer from a God who protects weary souls? Yes, please."

"I'll have a room done up for you. And tomorrow, I can put you in contact with the Order of Fallen Angels. They can help you navigate life now, considering that you are now half human and half angel. You're going to need a better support system than just me."

He frowns a little at your words. "But I can still come to you if I need support, right?"

You pause a little at his words before nodding. "Sure, if you would like."

"I would very much."

"Very well." You nod. "Now, shall I show you to your room, Fallen Angel Joshua?"

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[whoreanghae]

water ; joshua hong

genre - protective shua, fake dating kinda?

word count - 1.1k

disclaimers - mentions of alcohol / being drunk, unwanted attention, lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - just a short fic, nothing special just shua being very protective :) been finding it hard to get motivation to write lately so this is just something from the back of my brain. enjoy!!

“next rounds on you, jeonghan! i can hear my bank account crying from my pocket!!”

going out with the guys after an especially long string of promotions was the perfect way to blow off steam. they always chose the best, fanciest bars to occupy. plus, there was an added bonus that if coups gets drunk enough, you can convince him that he agreed to pay for the next round of shots.

after having a couple drinks that were definitely stronger than you anticipated, it was time for you to make your way to the restrooms. minghao stabilized you as you stood up and less than gracefully made your way to the other side of the room. when you got into the restroom, you stood and looked in the mirror. as the room spun around you, you realized that maybe your limit has diminished as you’d gotten older. you do your thing and head back out, making a stop at the bar first to get yourself a glass of water. at least drunk you was still capable of making somewhat rational decisions.

as you stood at the bar, you half fell over but caught yourself on the counter. a man walked around you, hooking his arm around your waist and holding you up. you didnt think twice, assuming it was one of the guys just helping you out. but, as you looked towards the table they were all sitting around, the only empty seat was your own. now you’re filled with confusion and discomfort. you try to pull yourself away but the man tightens his grip on your side. 

“now now, we both know you’re not as stable as you think you are.”

you try to make your voice as stable as possible as you make an attempt at pushing him away or getting someones attention, whichever you can manage first.

“im fine, please let me go.”

the man leans closer until you hear a voice from his opposite side whichs makes his arms tense, but slightly release you at the same time.

“babe, everything ok?”

joshua?

“not really..”

joshua steps closer to the man who has now completely let go of your waist. he lowers his tone and his voice becomes raspy and powerful as he speaks.

“i don’t want to sound like a douche or anything, but i can have you kicked out of here faster than you could leave on your own accord. so i would suggest that you make a decision before i have to.”

the man mutters apologies to shua as he steps back and hurriedly leaves the bar. at this point, you are completely depending on the counter to hold you up. shua puts a (much more welcoming) arm around you, making you feel secure. you lean into him with your head on his shoulder as the bartender comes over and shua asks him for a glass of water. the bartender hands him the glass as the two of you make your way back to the table. the guys shift down so you can take the seat next to joshua, and you sink into his side as he feeds you the glass of water.

at this point your night had been ruined, and the guys noticed that too. shua offers to take you home which you gladly accept. you both say goodbye to everyone as you head outside and find a bench to sit on while you wait for your taxi to show up. you babble into shua’s shoulder as he scrolls on his phone.

“thank you, shua.”

“hm?”

he put his phone in his pocket as he turns his full attention to you.

“thank you for getting that man to go away.”

“i knew you were uncomfortable, i just did what anyone else shouldve done.”

“but this is better.. cuz its you…” 

shua chuckles as he rubs your arm, making you snuggle further into his side. when the taxi comes, joshua practically carries you to the car. you settle in and he makes quiet small talk with the driver as you slowly fall asleep on his shoulder.

when you get to your apartment, you pass shua your keys and rub your eyes while he unlocks the door and ushers you inside. he picks out your pajamas as you sit on your bed, watching his every move. he passes you your clothes as he leaves the room to let you get dressed.

you call out for him to come back in when youre in your pajamas, and he passes you another glass of water. you groan but he laughs as you take the glass anyways. he grabs your makeup remover wipes from your bathroom and sits on your bed next to you, lifting your legs and moving you to face him. his hands are warm.

when you’re all ready for bed, you crawl under the covers and watch as he puts everything back in its place. he makes everything look beautiful, elegant. even the simplest of motions are incredible when it’s shua. he pulls out his phone to book another cab to his place, but you sit up half way in your bed.

“shu?”

“yeah?”

“maybe it’d be cheaper if you didn’t get a taxi tonight and i could take you home tomorrow?”

“are you suggesting i stay here tonight?”

you give him a pleading smile as you pull back the covers and he playfully rolls his eyes. most of the guys have left miscellaneous clothes items at your house from other occasions, so he digs through the drawer and finds some pajamas to change into. when he comes back into the room, you watch him again. beautiful. thats the only word to describe him.

he slides into the covers and smiles at you as he leans over you and turns off the lamp on your bedside table. the night fades away, as you both fall asleep after mumbled ‘goodnight’s into the dark. 

when you wake up, the bed is empty. you stumble out of bed, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in the right side of your head. the smell of breakfast enters your nose, as you get to the kitchen and see shua cooking at the stove. you walk to him and rest your cheek on his back. 

“good morning, party animal.”

his eyes are fond as he gestures to the counter behind the two of you, where he has two ibuprofen and a glass of water sitting out, ready for you. 

“another glass of water, ive never been so hydrated in my life.”

shua laughs.

“thats not a bad thing, is it?”

he walks towards you and looks into your eyes as you drink all the water and lay the glass down with a smile.

“no, not at all.”

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[sluttywoozi]

Interlude No. 6 | hjs x reader

Interlude No. 6: Joshua has been away for three long, agonizing weeks, so really, it's not your fault that you wrap yourself around him as soon as he gets home.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: hjs x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: bigdick!josh, softdom!josh, eye contact, fingering, piv sex, creampie, mention of bruises but it’s about the feeling not the appearance

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, cries a lil bit

It’s late when Joshua finally gets home, late enough that you should be saying early instead. 

You don’t hear the key turning in the lock from your place on the couch, but you feel his plush lips pressing against your forehead and the big, soft hand he rubs up and down your arm to wake you. 

You force one tired eye open and blink up at him blearily, a sleepy smile stretching your lips when his face comes into focus. “Hiii,” you beam, shifting onto your back and reaching out to take hold of his shirt and start tugging. 

He laughs fondly and shakes his head, letting himself be pulled on top of you on the sofa before breathing, “Baby, I told you when I’d be home. Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?”

“Feels too big when you’re gone,” you respond as you wrap your arms and legs around him like an octopus, pouting when he continues to hover above you instead of letting his body sink into yours. You know he probably wants to shower, wash the hours of travel off of him, but you’ve missed him so much and all you want is to feel him pressed against you, real and warm and here. 

His face softens and he drops down onto his elbows, his chest brushing yours with every breath, his body getting closer and closer until he’s splayed out on top of you, fully relaxed and squishing you into the couch. You love the weight of him, love feeling your heart speed up to match the beat of his, love being able to breathe in his comforting scent, especially because it’s faded from the sheets with him being gone for so long. 

When you first started dating, he made sure you knew that he’d be traveling for work at least once a month, but this is the first time he’s been gone for more than two weeks and you’re almost desperate to have his traces back in your shared apartment. You’ve missed washing his mug along with yours, and singing in the kitchen with him as you cook and dance together, and giggling yourselves to death over all your little inside jokes. 

More than that, you’ve missed his presence. You’ve missed the way he can instantly soothe or rile you up, the way you sleep intertwined no matter how warm either of you get, the way he can decipher your needs with a single look. He’s the most caring, intuitive person you’ve ever met, and the sheer longing you’ve felt for him these past three weeks has you set on keeping him in your arms. 

He seems to have accepted his fate, his face buried in your neck as soft breaths flow out over your skin, the pattern growing deeper and deeper until you’re sure he’s asleep. He must be really tired, you think, he never goes to sleep without washing up first. 

You feel a little bit bad that you didn’t let him shower when he had the energy, so you’ll only let him nap for a few minutes before waking him up and dragging him to the bathroom. 

.

You startle awake when Joshua moves from his place on top of you, the shifting of his weight and the absence of his warmth enough to pull you from slumber. 

“C’mon, baby. We can’t sleep out here,” he murmurs, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back until you nod up at him and roll off the couch, your limbs numb and your back aching. 

He pouts sympathetically at your grimace, walking behind you and rubbing your shoulders with a firm touch, his long, skilled fingers hard at work. You step into the dark bedroom and skip the bed, heading straight for the en suite and pulling him along when he moans in displeasure and reaches yearningly toward the cushy duvet. 

“Shower first,” you remind him, and he seems to remember how many hours he was in recycled air on that plane, stripping his clothes off with urgency. You turn the water and shower light on in the meantime, sitting on the edge of the vanity and watching with tired eyes as he slowly reveals his skin to you. 

He glances over just as he steps out of his boxer briefs, his eyes catching yours and a small smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he makes his way over to you. “Did you get too distracted to take your clothes off? I can help you with that, don’t worry.” 

“Babe, I already showered. I was just going to hang out with you while you washed up,” you whisper, staring up at him and watching his face fall into a pout as soon as you finish speaking. 

“But I’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much,” he takes hold of both of your hands and tugs them to rest under his chin, blinking those big doe eyes at you until you groan and let your head drop back. 

“Fine, but if you get my hair wet, you’ll be in trouble,” you teasingly warn him, your words bringing his smirk back. 

“Baby, I think I’ll like any punishment you could think to give me,” he steps closer and leans in, practically speaking into your mouth before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You let your eyelids flutter closed, the familiar pressure of his mouth stealing every last bit of tension from your body. Then his hand cups your cheek to hold you in place as his tongue glides along your bottom lip, and suddenly, you’re wide awake. 

“We’re supposed to be getting clean, Joshua,” you pull away just enough to remind him, your arms twining around his neck in clear opposition to your words. You can’t help it, though. It’s been three weeks since you’ve had him, since you’ve had more than your toys and your own hands, and you can already feel the heat stirring in your belly after just one kiss. 

“Which is why we should get dirty now, not after,” he murmurs, his voice and his words so convincing, you wonder if he was put on this earth just to tempt you. When his other hand reaches down to hook under your knee and pull your legs open, his hips filling the space and his hardening dick pressing against your center, you know he was. 

You can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he grinds himself into you with a bitten back groan, his fingers squeezing the sensitive underside of your knee and his breath hot against your lips. You want him to kiss you again but he doesn’t, and you realize he’s waiting for a response, one you’ve forgotten to give. 

“Okay, okay, you’re right, just-” 

He leans in and swallows the rest of your words, his lips locked with yours and his palm warm on your cheek. His thumb stretches over to pull your chin down, opening your mouth for his searching tongue, the gesture making you sigh out a shuddering, needy moan. He groans in return, pressing closer to you and hitching your thigh up on his hip so he can dig his thick cock into your covered pussy. 

You whimper brokenly, fighting with yourself about whether you should pull away and finish your sentence or just let him ravish you. But you do still need to be able to get clean later, and if you leave the water running, there’ll be no heat left. 

So you shift your hands to his chest and push him away, even though everything in your body calls for the opposite. 

“What’s wrong?” He pants, his brows furrowed and his hands immediately soft on you. 

“Just shut the shower off, babe, we’re wasting water,” you urge him, sliding back to your feet and rushing to take your clothes off as he reaches into the cubicle and turns the spigot. When he faces you again, he stops short, just staring at your naked body in the steamy air, his gaze dark and heavy on you. 

You hop back up onto the vanity and spread your legs, and that spurs him into action. He’s in front of you in two steps, his fingers fever hot on your inner thighs as they smooth up to the mess between your legs. You’re so wet for him, you can feel it, air clinging to the slickness and making you shiver before his hand covers the whole of your cunt, the heel of his palm hard against your clit and his fingertips slipping inside. 

“Fuck, baby, missed this perfect little pussy so fucking bad,” he moans to you, two of his fingers sinking into your already fluttering walls, your inner muscles clamping down on them when he pulls them out only for you to whimper when he pushes them back in. 

“Yeah?” You whine, wanting to hear more but not having the words to ask for it with his long, thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you. 

“Yeah, thought about you every damn night, most mornings, too,” he chokes out a self-deprecating laugh, as if he thinks you don’t miss him just as much as he misses you. 

“I have t-to make myself not call you whenever I want you, or I would,” you gasp as his fingertips find that patch that makes you squirm. “I would be calling you all the time.” 

He grins affectionately and coos a soft, “Baby,” just as he works a third finger inside of you, curling all three into your sweet spot. Your head tilts back, breaking the eye contact he so loves to keep, and his other hand curves around the back of your neck to hold your head up for you, his forehead pressing to yours and his eyes intent. 

“Keep looking at me, baby. I missed you too much not to see you now,” his voice wavers but his fingers never do, their aim precise and more than enough to ruin you, especially when his thumb sets on your throbbing clit and starts to rub swift circles. 

“Will you cum for me? Please, I wanna feel it,” he begs, all traces of his earlier cockiness gone. 

All you can do is nod, though you can barely even do that with his grip on the nape of your neck, so you force out, “Yes, Joshua, yes, yes, yes,” just before your vision whites out and your pussy locks down on his fingers, a small gush of arousal leaving you and pooling in his palm. He works you through it, his gaze heated and covetous, and when you finally stop clenching and whimpering, he drags his fingers out and wraps them around his cock. 

You want to look down so bad, but he’s still holding your head up and you know he wants your eyes on his, so you don’t look away. The first graze of his hot, leaking dick is enough to make you jump, the head brushing over your sensitive clit before he lines himself up. He starts to push inside, and now you’re grateful for the eye contact because it means you can watch him as he finally gets to feel you again. 

His lashes flutter, his eyes roll back, and his mouth drops open on a long, deep groan when he bottoms out inside of you. His grip on your neck is harsh, as is his grip on your thigh, but you love when he leaves bruises, love the little points of tenderness that act as a reminder of when you were connected with him in every way. 

More than that, you love how the first time in a few weeks feels like the first time period, his cock thick and long enough to stretch you even after three fingers and an orgasm. You’re sure you’ll ache tomorrow, but you don’t mind even a little bit, not when it means you get to welcome him home with your heart and your body. 

“Can I move, baby?” He whispers through gritted teeth, his gaze back on yours and his cock twitching inside of you. 

“Yeah, please,” is all you can manage, your nails digging into his shoulders and your thighs straining as you make room for him to thrust. He withdraws a few inches, just far enough that when he angles your head down, you can see the gleam of your arousal on his cock. 

“Watch,” he encourages you, his fingers firm on the nape of your neck as he slides back inside with a sharp buck of his hips. The fullness makes you gasp, a zip of electric pleasure shooting down your spine at the sight of him buried deep inside of you, where he’s meant to be. The rhythm he builds is fast, relentless, almost frantic, like he thinks you’ll disappear if he doesn’t fuck you into the bathroom counter. 

It’s exactly what you need, his urgent pace too much for you to keep up with but not too much for you to take, his cock bullying through your tightening walls to fill you again and again. You love this push and pull, love the rocking of his hips into yours, love the way it feels to be one with him, to be whole. You’ve missed it, missed him, and before you know it, tears are burning in your throat and bubbling up over your lower lash line. 

Joshua presses his forehead to yours and you feel his eyes on you, know he can tell they’re not tears of pain but tears of relief, and he just releases your neck and thigh to wrap his arms around you, tugging you into his chest even as he continues to fuck in and out of you. 

“Love you,” he moans, his voice shot and his hips speeding up. “Love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” you warble back, clinging to him with everything you have as that coil starts to wind tighter and tighter in the depths of your belly. His cock twitches inside of you, leaking precum, and you know he’s just as close as you are, so you drop one hand from his shoulder and tuck it between your bodies, swirling circles over your clit. 

One of them catches just right, and paired with his perfect cock, it’s more than enough to push you over the edge. You drag him with you, your rippling walls sucking him in deeper and practically milking the cum from him as you gasp and whine. He answers with groans and whimpers of your name, the combination of his voice and his weeping dick making you shiver in his hold and tighten up just a little bit more, your aftershocks overlapping each other so much they become another orgasm. You shiver your way through it, burying your face in his neck so you can cry in peace. 

You catch your breath together, your chests rising and falling in tandem, Joshua’s hands petting you anywhere they can reach. They journey from the bottom of your spine to the top, over your shoulders, along your neck, into your hair, and then reverse, soothing you into a state not far off from sleep. 

“I’m gonna turn the shower back on, baby,” he murmurs to you, and you nod, forgetting that means he needs to pull out. When he starts disentangling himself from you, you can’t help but whimper and hold him tighter, needing him close now more than ever. 

Thankfully, he seems to understand, gently shushing you and breathing, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. We can stay like this as long as you need.” 

…

“Can I eat you out in the shower, though? I thought about it the whole flight home.”

“Babe, your flight was, like, nine hours.”

“Yeah, and?” 

AN: ending line is not an ariana grande reference lmao

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seventeen hyung line as baristas

a/n: my first writing on this blog, enjoy! also, english isn’t my first language so please correct me if i made any mistakes:)

word count: 380

seungcheol: the type of barista that gets worried when you don’t come to the shop at your usual time. If you always make your way there at 8:30 am, that man is gonna be stressed when you’re not there at 8: 31.

jeonghan: jeonghan is the barista that makes some people wonder how he is still employed. he is known for doing slight pranks at the customers, such as misspelling their name. Your name ends up being misspelt the way that isn’t even possible, just to see the small chuckle as you read your cup.

joshua: he is the barista that always makes small talk with the customers, asking them about their day, school ect. you once mentioned to him that you had a horrible day and later you found on your cup, written under your name ‘you did great today!’.

jun: he has got some complaints because he takes a longer time with the drinks. he always draws something on the cup for the customer, just wanting to make their days better. you once mentioned that you love cats and now you’re always getting cats drawn on your cup.(so cute omg)

hoshi: this man would hold an entire conversation with you when making the drink, but he can’t multitask that well so the order isn’t exactly right. You don’t have the heart to tell him, he’s way too cute and the drink doesn't taste that bad either.

wonwoo: wonwoo is the opposite of barista joshua with the talking. he only asks the needed questions when taking an order. when you come he doesn’t need to ask at all as he has your order memorised, but he still does and one day he added the question ‘how was your day?’ 

woozi: woozi rarely makes small talk, but he flashes a smile at the customers. but when you once just mentioned music this man got excited and asked you about your favourite song. when you came the other day, the first thing you heard was your favourite song playing in the coffee shop.

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