#seo myungho x you

[woozgotdaruby]

"serenity in your arms."

xu minghao x you. after a long day, minghao finds himself sleeping in your arms. - fluff! wc - 203 a/n: first post and first fic !! im kinda nervous . . . haha.... pls be kind >< [ SCREAMS THE LOUDEST SCREAM U HAVE EVER HEARD . ]

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow through the living room windows, you found yourself curled up on the plush couch, minghao's head resting gently on your lap. it had been a long, arduous day filled with meetings and deadlines, but in this quiet moment, all the stress melted away.

you gazed down at minghao's peaceful face, his long lashes fluttering softly as he drifted off to sleep. his handsome features were relaxed, the usual intensity of his dark eyes replaced by a serene stillness. you couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of affection and contentment wash over you.

with a soft sigh, you began to stroke minghao's hair, your fingers gliding through the silky strands. you loved the way his hair felt, the way it had a slight wave to it even after he had tried to style it. It was a small imperfection that made him human, made him real.

as you continued to gently caress his hair, you moved your palm down to his cheek and he leaned into your touch, seeking more of your affection. you chuckled and kissed his forehead. and you swear you saw the corner of his lips turning up.

[jjjjeonww]

xu minghao - a beach proposal.

genre - romance word count - 1172 ~~in which minghao proposes to you at the same place he asked you out.

the sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks as it began its slow descent towards the horizon. the gentle waves lapped at the shore, the rhythmic sound a soothing melody that had become all too familiar to you over the years. you stood at the edge of the beach, the salty breeze tousling her your and plastering the thin fabric of your sundress against your curves.

it was here, at this very spot, that minghao had first asked you out all those years ago. a chance encounter, a shared umbrella on a rainy day, and a connection that had sparked instantly between two strangers who felt like they had known each other for lifetimes. you closed your eyes, a soft smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you remembered the nervous butterflies that had fluttered in your stomach that day.

now, six years later, those butterflies had been replaced by a profound sense of love, loyalty, and partnership. minghao had been your rock, your constant support and encouragement throughout your meteoric rise in the fashion world. late nights spent hunched over sketches and writings, early mornings fueled by nothing but coffee and the fire of your ambition, minghao had been there through it all, his unwavering belief in your never wavering.

as if on cue, you heard the soft crunch of footsteps on the sand behind you. you turned, your heart leaping into your throat as you saw minghao walking towards you, his tall frame silhouetted against the setting sun. he had always been handsome, but the years had only honed his features, giving him a rugged, masculine charm that made your knees buckle.

minghao stopped before you, his dark eyes searching yours, a tentative smile on his lips. "do you remember the last time we were here, y/n?" he asked softly, reaching out to take your hand in his.

you nodded, squeezing his fingers gently. "how could i forget? it's where you asked me out, where you stole my heart and made me fall in love with you."

minghao's smile widened, his thumb brushing over the smooth skin of your knuckles. "and in the years since, you've not only stolen my heart, but my soul as well. i never imagined i could find someone as incredible, as talented, and as kind as you."

minghao continued, his voice growing more impassioned with each word. "watching you build your empire from the ground up, seeing the way you pour your heart and soul into every creation, the love and dedication you show to your team… it's been the greatest honor of my life to witness your journey and to stand by your side."

he stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, his calloused palm a comforting warmth against your skin. "but more than that, y/n, you've taught me what it means to love unconditionally, to support and encourage another person's dreams without reservation. you've shown me that true love isn't about possession or control, but about nurturing growth and celebrating the incredible human being you are."

tears welled in your eyes as you listened to minghao's heartfelt words, your heart swelled with the depth of your love for him. "minghao, i… i don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"say you'll marry me, y/n," minghao murmured, "say you'll let me spend the rest of my life loving you, supporting you, and cherishing you in every way i can. say you'll let me be your partner, your teammate, your family… now and forever."

he sank to one knee before you, pulling a small, velvet box from his pocket. inside, a stunning diamond ring glittered in the fading light, the gem a perfect reflection of the love that shone in minghao's eyes.

"y/n, from the moment i met you, i knew you were the one i wanted to spend my life with. i never believed in love at first sight ever but you changed that. and now, seeing the incredible woman you've become, the way you light up the lives of everyone around you… i know with absolute certainty that you're the only one i want by my side, for all the days of my life. i love you like how the flowers love the sunlight. like the heavens sing in its celestial ballet, like eternity itself in its daily ballet, like infinity stretches in its endless reign, like the timeless dance of the cosmic domain, like the eternal rhythm of the universe's heart. sorry, was that too much? i'm really nervous."

he took a deep breath, his voice trembling with the weight of his love. "y/n, will you marry me? will you make me the happiest man in the world and say that you'll be mine, now and for eternity?"

as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors, you knew that your answer was the easiest decision you had ever made. with tears streaming down your face and a heart full to bursting with love, you whispered the words that would bind them together for eternity.

"yes, minghao. yes, i will marry you."

a brilliant, joyful smile erupted across minghao's face as he heard your answer. he leapt to his feet, pulling you into his arms and spinning you around in a exultant circle. you laughed, giddy with happiness and a little bit of dizziness, as he held your close and twirled your beneath the star-studded sky.

as he set you back down on the sand, he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes shining with adoration and a fierce yet gentle love. "i love you so much, y/n," he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours. "i promise to spend every day of our lives together cherishing you, supporting you, and loving you with every fiber of my being."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held him close. "i love you too, minghao," you whispered, your heart swelling with a profound sense of peace and belonging. "i can't wait to build a life with you, to start a family with you, and to grow old together by your side."

with a trembling hand, minghao slid the ring onto your finger, the diamonds glittering like a tiny star against the backdrop of the night sky. it was a perfect fit, a symbol of the seamless way your lives had intertwined and the unbreakable bond you both shared.

as you and minghao stood there, locked in each other's embrace, the waves crashing gently against the shore and the cool night breeze caressing your skin and his, you and minghao knew that this was only the beginning of your greatest adventure yet. a lifetime of love, laughter, and endless possibilities stretched out before you, and he couldn't wait to face it all hand in hand, heart to heart, and soul to soul.

[kozukensgf]

boyfriend texts with the8! nana tour edition

charac! xu minghao

genres! smau, crack, fluff, one shot, using of cursed words

note! here’s the reference for 10th pic

masterlist

[hoshifighting]

rival fashion designer!minghao

— synopsis: where minghao flexes his fashion awards whenever your brand competes against him during fashion week. — WC: 3k — WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, reader uses a transparent clothing (just like rihanna in oscar x swarovski), oral (f. receiving) ENORMOUS DICK!MINGHAO, slight face slap, mentions of choking on a cock, penetrative sex—or trying to.

look, you weren’t trying to start beef with minghao. you don’t even know why the dude hates you so much. okay, maybe you said one thing about his fall line looking like it got snatched off the clearance rack at an IKEA. but that was a year ago. and also? you were drunk and kinda bitter ‘cause your show got bumped for his stupid avant-garde puff-sleeve renaissance clowncore shit.

but now, every fashion week is like a personal vendetta for him to humble you. you’ll be vibin’, sipping your overpriced latte in the designer lounge, and this man will just stroll in, decked out in some vintage runway piece that costs more than your annual budget, flashing that “i won best emerging designer again” smirk like it’s a fucking weapon. and then he’ll throw some casual shit like:

“oh, y/n, is that your collection over there? i thought they were setting up for the kid’s line showcase.”

[...]

so this year, you swore you wouldn’t let him get in your head. you’d play it cool, professional, unbothered. except you walk into your studio late one night, the day before your big runway debut, and this man is just there. sitting on your worktable. wearing a pearl-studded harness and leather pants so tight it should be a crime.

you freeze, halfway through the door, holding the iced coffee you begged your intern to grab five minutes before starbucks closed. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

minghao barely glances up from his phone. “your assistant let me in.”

traitor.

“why?” you slam the coffee on the counter, praying your voice doesn’t shake. the audacity of him just existing in your space is enough to make your blood boil.

he stands, slow as hell, like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s tall—annoyingly tall—so when he steps close, you’re immediately at a disadvantage. but you refuse to back down.

“just wanted to check out the competition,” he says, eyes flicking lazily over the chaos of fabric swatches and half-finished sketches strewn across the room. “cute line. very... simple.”

“fuck you, hao,” you snap, crossing your arms. “it’s called ‘minimalism.’ not that you’d know anything about taste.”

he laughs, soft and low, the kind of sound that creeps under your skin and lingers there. “oh, i have plenty of taste. i just don’t need to keep it basic to get attention.”

and here’s the thing: you hate how much he gets to you. he’s a smug asshole with an overinflated ego, but he’s also stupidly talented, and you can’t ignore the fact that his lines always sell out in under a day. or how his press coverage makes yours look like a local craft fair feature.

but what really gets you is how hot he looks right now, with his ridiculous cheekbones and the glint of that tiny silver chain peeking out from under his collar. it’s disgusting. you hate it.

you’re about to throw a cutting remark his way, something about how he’s overcompensating with all that jewelry, but he beats you to it.

“you know,” he murmurs, stepping even closer, “you’d look good in my designs.”

your brain short-circuits. “excuse me?”

“if you ever want to elevate your style...” he trails off, dragging his gaze down the length of your body like it’s a runway.

“you are so full of shit,” you hiss, but there’s no heat behind it, because your stupid traitorous brain is suddenly imagining what it’d feel like to have his hands on you.

he smirks, all teeth and danger, leaning in so close you can smell his expensive cologne. “maybe. but you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

you don’t answer.

[...]

the next morning, you’re running on zero sleep, fueled by pure spite and caffeine, but your runway show? flawless. models everywhere, hair spray choking the air, seamstresses practically sewing on skin ‘cause the deadlines were that tight. and you were doing a thousand fucking things at once.

fixing a hemline here, shouting at a makeup artist there—“no, not clean girl aesthetic, we’re going full grunge today, wake up!”—all while struggling to get yourself into the swarovskied transparent gown you planned to wear for the night.

no bra, because tits were the least controversial thing in fashion. and the way the crystals draped over your skin looking likew pure art. nipples out and proud, paired with modern curls swirled to perfection and makeup that screamed chaos-but-make-it-glam.

by the time your collection hit the runway, your nerves were shredded. but watching the models strut, each piece shining under the lights... fucking worth it.

and then, the finale: your dress sweeping dramatically across the stage as you closed the parade. you bowed to the crowd, letting the cameras and whispers soak in every inch of you, and as you turned to leave, you felt it.

minghao’s sharp eyes.

you caught his eyes just as they traveled the length of you—from the swirl of your hair, to the unapologetic sharpness of your nipples under the crystals, to the shimmer of your dress, down to the towering heels on your feet.

you just smirked to yourself as you headed backstage, knowing full well your collection didn’t just crawl under his skin this time. it slithered under his flesh, wrapped tight around his ribs, and squeezed.

[...]

minghao’s models stormed the runway like it was their goddamn birthright. and of course, you watched. no designer worth their silk ignored the competition, and minghao wasn’t just competition, he was a walking masterclass in making everyone feel like second place.

he closed his show with his usual flare, stepping out like he already knew the applause was his. fast-forward two designers later, and the nominations for the fashion academy awards started rolling in. you didn’t have to look to know minghao had already claimed half the early awards.

you watched him backstage through narrowed eyes as he balanced four trophies—two tucked in his arms, two in his hands—posing for a picture with that smug-ass smile. you knew that pic was already blowing up on his Instagram. your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palm as the last nominations were announced.

and then, plot twist of the year:

your name came up five times.

designer of the year: you.

new vision in fashion: you.

collection of the year: your brand.

runway innovation: your brand.

showstopper of the year: your brand.

walking out with those five heavy-ass awards in your arms? victory tasted better than champagne. your models and team practically swarmed you, hyping you up ‘cause they knew how much blood, sweat, and tears went into this collection.

but what you really wanted... minghao. definitely minghao. minghao, in your line of sight. because after all the times he flaunted his wins like a smug bastard, you wanted him to feel this.

and lucky for you, fate delivered.

you spotted him in the back hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. clearly, he hadn’t heard the last nominees. his head snapped up when your heels echoed through the space.

“oh, hey, hao,” you called out, voice sweet as honey but sharp as glass. you stopped just short of him, shifting the five trophies in your arms so they pressed against your chest. the weight of them pushed your tits up just enough to catch his eyes.

“looks like I’ve got... a plus one on you this year.” you smirked, shaking the awards a little for good measure, the motion making the crystals on your dress catch the dim hallway light.

his eyes flicked down—brief, subtle, but not subtle enough—and then back up, his expression neutral, but you could feel the shift in his ego.

“congrats,” he said, the word clipped like it physically hurt him.

“thanks, babe,” you purred, turning on your heel with a sway of your hips. “see you next season. maybe.”

and with that, you left, letting the click of your heels carry the weight of your victory.

[...]

days later, you were lounging in minghao’s big leather chair, legs crossed up on his table, showing the expensive ass high heels you always wore. his assistant had let you in with barely a question, and you weren’t one to waste an opportunity.

when he finally walked in, his eyes narrowed immediately. “what the hell are you doing here?”

“relax,” you drawled, leaning back like his office was a spa. “your assistant said I could wait. guess they like me more than you.”

he folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “didn’t think you’d show your face here after the other night. thought you’d be busy polishing all those trophies.”

you grinned, slow and smug. “oh, i polished them. just thought i’d stop by to see how you’re doing. must be hard, you know—losing.”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. instead, he stepped closer, looming over you. “you done?”

“not even close,” you said, standing up to match his energy. you stopped just shy of his chest, tipping your chin up. “but don’t worry, hao. i’ll let you borrow a trophy sometime if you really need the validation.” you patted his shoulder.

he scoffed, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. “you know, i like your attitude.”

you raised an eyebrow. “yeah? you must, considering how much you stalk me every season.”

“maybe that’s why we should work together.”

you laughed, loud and sharp, tossing your head back. “oh, that’s rich. you? work with me? what, so you can take credit for my ideas and call it a ‘collaboration’?”

he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “i’m serious. we’d be unstoppable.”

for a second, you almost believed him. “unstoppable, huh? what makes you think i’d even want to work with you?”

“because you like the challenge... admit it. you love it when i push you.”

“you’re intolerable.”

“and yet,” he murmured, stepping so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, “you haven’t left yet.”

your laugh came out breathy this time, your pulse quickening as his hand grazed the curve of your hip. “you think I’m staying here for you? please. your assistant let me in, remember?”

“sure,” he said. his thumb traced slow circles against your side, almost lazy. “but you’re still here.”

you were about to snap back with something cutting, something to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, but then he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his gaze locked on yours like a predator sizing up prey.

“stop thinking,” he whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to almost touch. “you might actually enjoy yourself.”

his lips were soft and plump, moving against yours so fucking good that felt unfair. his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped.

your hands found his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm under your fingertips as you pushed him slightly, breaking the kiss with a smirk. “you’re bold, i’ll give you that.”

“you’re still thinking,” he teased, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back.

your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping just enough to feel the flex of his muscles. you threatened to sit on his table.

his eyes widened slighty, his hands immediately grabbing your ass to lift you up, making you yelp. “don’t!”

“what? scared i’ll break it?” you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he places the needles that were spread lazily on the table, inside of a box. he turned, his grip firm as he carried you a few steps and sat you on a nearby armchair.

“there were needles on that table, genius,” he scolded, his tone sulky but his fingers tracing slow lines along your thighs. “you’d be bleeding before I even got started.”

“aww,” you cooed, dragging your nails down his neck. “you worried about me, hao?”

“no,” he muttered, kneeling, dipping his head to kiss along your jawline, his teeth grazing just enough to make you arch towards him. “just don’t want to ruin my night with a trip to the hospital.”

your laugh turned into a soft moan as his lips found the spot just below your ear. “guess you’re not as heartless as you act.”

he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharper than ever. “you talk too much.”

you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues colliding this time. when you tried to take control, tilting your head for a deeper angle, he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.

minghao’s hands were firm on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he wasn’t about to wreck you in the middle of his office. his eyes dragged down, lingering on the way your skirt was pushed up, the space between your legs bare and unapologetic.

he clicked his tongue, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “no panties, huh?” he said. “came here like this?”

“what can I say?” you shot back, shifting slightly so his hands pressed harder against your skin. “i had a feeling you’d end up on your knees.”

his smirk deepened, his fingers tightening slightly as he leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath. he pressed your legs further onto the armrests, spreading you wider, his hands splayed like he wanted to leave imprints.

his tongue flicked out, close enough to make you tense—but he didn’t touch you. instead, he pulled back, his eyes locking with yours as a smirk tugged at his lips.

he leaned in again, his tongue brushing so close you could feel the warmth from his breath, but once again, he pulled back just as you tilted your hips forward.

“hao..” you warned.

“what?” he teased, his lips hovering over your folds.

your hands gripped the armrests as you glared down at him. “if you don’t stop playing, i swear—”

he cut you off with a broad, strong lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance, through your folds, and up to your clit in one unbroken suck. your head fell back as a gasp tore from your lips.

“that shut you up,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he dipped lower, his tongue swirling around your entrance before moving back up. “needy much?”

“shut up and do it again,” you shot back, your voice sharper than the way your thighs trembled under his grip.

and he did the same. your clit throbbing at the rough skin of his tongue, making you melt on his armchair, he smiled at the sight, he knew how a good head felt after months dealing with needles and sparkly cloths.

his lips latched onto your folds, sucking them into his mouth before he pulls back just slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in quick, teasing strokes. you let out a pornographic moan, before your clap a hand on your mouth, remembering the team outside the office. he chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still. his lips wrapping around your clit again. this time, he sucked it fully into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as his eyes flicked up to yours.

“you’re so good at this, hmm—fuuuck!” you said, your nails drowning in the leather of the armchair. “you must’ve practiced on a lot of other girls, huh?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, and his teeth grazed your clit just enough to make you wwhimper. “jealous?” he asked, his voice smug, though he didn’t stop the relentless motion of his tongue.

“please,” you shot back, though the way your breath hitched betrayed you as he did a zig-zag on your bud with the tip of his otngue. “you’re better when you’re silent.”

he smirked against you, his lips curving as he pulled back just enough to speak. “then shut me up.”

your fingers tangled in minghao’s hair, tugging him closer, harder, until his face was buried against your pussy. his groan vibrated through you, desperate, and his hands clamped down on your thighs to steady himself as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

“that’s it... mhmm, just like that...”

he obeyed, his head bobbing as his tongue slid against you in broad, wet strokes, his lips sealing around your clit every few seconds to suck, deep and rhythmic. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room, and your nails scraped lightly against his scalp as you held him there, guiding him exactly how you wanted.

the heat in your core coiled tighter, and you barely had time to register your orgasm hit.

your back arched, your mouth falling open as moans spilled out shamelessly. your hips rolled against his face as you came, and minghao didn’t stop—not for a second. he worked you through it, sucking and licking as though he felt your climax before you did.

he only pulled back when you began to squirm, your breath coming in sharp gasps as overstimulation took hold. his lips and chin were slick as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting as he looked up at you.

“had fun?” he asked, sarcastically.

you gave a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you leaned back in the chair. “you talk too much for someone who just spent five minutes swallowing my pussy.”

his smirk widened, and he stood, his hands braced on the armrests as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “and you talk too much for someone who’s about to beg me to fuck her.”

your gaze flicked to his lips, and then lower—to the bulge straining against his pants. “big words,” you said. “let’s see if you can back them up.”

his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he walked you back toward the desk—no needles this time. you didn't even had time to register what was happening before your skirt was pushed higher, his fingers brushing over your thighs as he settled you on the edge.

his hand worked his belt, the clink of the buckle making you clench around nothing.

“this isn’t gonna be quick,” he said as he freed himself, the sheer size of him making your breath catch. it was big both in length and girth.

you swallowed hard.

“relax... mhmm”

he teased your entrance with the tip, sliding it slowly against you, and the stretch was immediate, even as he slightly pressed in. your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, achingly slow, giving you time to adjust.

“ngh—fuck!” you gasped, your voice breaking as he filled you inch by hard inch.

“breathe,” he murmured, his tone gentle despite the tension in his body. mouth glued on yours to make sure he feels your puffs of air.

“trying���

he paused, his hands tightening on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “you’re okay,” he whispered. “just breathe for me.”

you hiccuped, your chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as your body struggled to adjust.

“there you go,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he waited “good girl. just like that.”

you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing slightly helping him to slid in further, the fullness stealing the air from your lungs.

your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he finally bottomed out, his body pressed flush against yours.

“fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight as he buried his face in your neck. “you’re—so fucking tight.”

you swallowed hard, your head tilting back as you tried to catch your breath. “you’re—so fucking big.”

he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as a smirk tugged at his lips. “think you can take it?”

your breath hitched, and you nodded, your hands sliding to his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “try me.”

minghao hips pulls back just an inch before thrusting forward experimentally. the sound that left your lips was somewhere between a moan and a strangled gasp, your nails biting into his shoulders as your body clenched around him.

he paused, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking over your face. “yeah, knew that’d happen.”

“don’t—” your breath hitched as he moved just slightly, a tiny shift that made you clutch at him even harder. “don’t fucking smile like that.”

his laugh was quiet, he leaned down, his forehead brushing against yours. “why not? you’re almost cummin already.”

“i’m not—” the words caught in your throat as he slid just a little deeper, your body trying desperately to adjust to his size.

“not what?” he asked, his tone playful as he stilled again, waiting for you to catch your breath.

“not—cumming” you managed, though your voice shook with the effort of speaking.

“hmm.” his thumb grazed your clit, circling it trying to soothe your nerves. “then why are you holding on to me likethat?”

you glared at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the way your mouth fell open with a gasp as his thumb pressed down just slightly harder.

your body tensed as he began to move again, sliding in slowly, each inch dragging against you in a way that made your head fall back. the wet squelch of your body adjusting to his girth filled the room, obscenelly.

“shit,” he muttered, his voice tight as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “you’re so—tight. feels like you’re trying to squeeze me out.”

“maybe i am.”

he laughed softly “you’re all talk,” he murmured, his thumb still circling your clit. “that pussy is begging for me.”

“hao,” you whispered, your hands clutching at his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. “i—fuck, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said softly, his lips moving against your neck. “breathe for me, baby. you’ve got this.”

you exhaled shakily, your chest rising and falling against his as you tried to relax, tried to let the tension in your body melt away. his thumb pressed a little harder against your clit, insistent, coaxing pleasure to override the discomfort.

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft as his arm tightened around your waist. “just like that. let me in.”

your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut as he finally slid deeper, his hips pressing flush against yours. the sensation stole the breath from your lungs, and your fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you.

“you okay?”

you nodded weakly, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you whispered, “move.”

he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “not yet.”

your eyes snapped open, frustration bubbling in your chest as you glared at him. “hao—”

“relax,” he murmured, his thumb circling your clit again, making you cry out slyly. “i’m not gonna ruin you all at once. gotta make sure you can take it.”

“i can,”

“we’ll see,” he said, his tone smug as he finally, finally pulled back, his cock dragging against you.

“hao, just—fuck me already.”

his laugh was quiet. “you’re not ready for that yet, look—” he roll his hips, making you hiccup again. “but don’t worry—I’ll get you there.”

“how about you?” you ask, feeling your orgasm building up as he circled the thumb faster, your hips rolling slightly, weak, like the cock inside you was to heavy to make you roll them freely.

“i can get off just by looking at this pretty face...” he slaps your cheek weakly, twice, making you squeeze around him. “listen to what i'm telling you… you're still going to model for my brand.” he chuckles.

“i’d rather choke to death than work with your brand.”

“why don’t you choke on something else, then?”

[kyeomkuppie]

Me? Jealous? Pfft!

Pairing: Minghao x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, a tinge of angst

Synopsis: in which you were jealous but your boyfriend knew how to exactly comfort you.

Why has he standing with her for over 10 minutes?! It wasn't like it mattered to you. Pfft! of course not.

You've known your boyfriend to be very respectful, so it wasn't like you didn't trust him, I mean he clearly carried the Victoria's secret shopping bag that obviously belonged to you. It was as if 'I have a girlfriend' was written in his forehead. But it didn't help that some thoughts were starting to invade your mind.

She was refined. Her back straight, making you suddenly aware of your posture. Her voice quiet, making you too conscious about you naturally outgoing nature.

And most importantly, she embodied everything you wish you were. But this wasn't the time to go through internal monologue of how you think she's better than you! She has been talking to your boyfriend like she has known him for 30 years.

You were starting to go over 30 ways to commit murder without getting caught but your boyfriend finally made his way to you, after, in your opinion, a conversation that has been going on for too long.

"I'm sorry if I made you wait." He smiled guiltily.

"It's fine." Your sudden quietness caught him off-guard, and for someone as perceptive as Minghao, it wasn't hard to guess that something was off.

The store names in the mall were suddenly very interesting and it was painfully obvious that you were avoiding his gaze.

"Baobei, are you upset?" He knew you were weak for that nickname and it was apparent from the rosy tint of your cheeks, but you were giving one-word responses, which wasn't like you at all.

"No, Why would I be?" You manged to fake a smile which pretty much looked like a grimace.

You scoffed "Me?Jealous? Pfft!"

"Did anyone bother you while I was talking to [girl's name]?"

Oh, so he also knew her name?

Unfortunately for you, he noticed the furrow of your eyebrows when he said her name.

"Or is it me?...Are you jealous?"

He raised an eyebrow at how defensive you suddenly got. You two were back to his car and as soon as you closed the doors, you knew he had something to say.

"Baobei, talk to me. You know I don't like leaving things unresolved." His tone was serious but still gentle.

"No- No, It's not something to resolve. It's silly and I don't want to make a big deal out of nothing." You bit at your fingertip.

"It isn't nothing if it makes you upset, please tell me." He grabbed both your hands.

"She was just so...you. She is everything I want to be and that just made me a bit insecure and it really isn't your fault and the fact that I didn't know what had you so focused on what she said made me feel...I'm sorry I'm being childish." You look down at your hands.

He raised your chin with two fingers and slowly pulls you closer. "First of all, she is the choreographer of our new comeback. She wanted to ask about my input for the choreography. And what do you mean she's so me? You're a part of me that could well enough define who I am. No other person could ever replicate whatever you could do to make me feel how I do."

At this point these words were too much for you, and how he described you so romantically wasn't helping in how red your face was getting.

"Yes- I mean no and um you know-" You could no longer make sense of what you can say. You were too hyper-aware of the distance between you two.

He smiled knowing the buttons he pushed and decided to pull the final move.

He pulled you in and his lips landed on yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders and started kissing him like it was the last time. The slow yet desperate rhythm of both your lips was too much for you and when you suddenly pulled away a realization dawned upon you.

He could talk to a thousand girls and only you could get to devour his lips that way. You smiled to yourself at the thought but you instantly snapped out of it at your boyfriend's voice.

"Was it that good?"

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[chanranghaeys]

🥂 a tale of two lonely souls

pairing: idol!minghao x gn!bar owner!reader word count: 1.4k+ genre: fluff rating: pg tags: christmas fic, open ending, meet cute in a bar, yes it’s yet another slice of life from me, minghao is cocky as always but you’ll love it bc reader will make minghao realize he’s found his match at cockiness warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of multi-race parents, reader owns a bar in this setting

a/n: i’m so honored to be part of @camandemstudios’ A Very Seventeen Christmas Secret Santa event for this year and surprise @ylangelegy, i’m your secret santa! 🥳 bless u kae, here’s a little gift for you for making me feel so many things this year bc of your fics 🫶 merry christmas and happy holidays to y’all!

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“All alone on Christmas Day?”

The hooded figure at the bar looked up from their phone. You notice their fingernails painted in shades and lines of black and glitter that glinted under the lights. When the figure pulled down their hood and face mask, you realize that the man looked startlingly familiar. You just couldn’t place from where��

“Maybe,” he replied. A slight smile graced his features, a welcome warmth from his initially cold aura.

“Well, that makes the two of us alone on Christmas.” The place was empty, save for two tables with a few customers—one large group, two duos, and this man on the bar counter.

It was a few hours before the end of Christmas Eve, and this recently opened Asian fusion bar had yet to welcome its throng of guests. In hindsight, maybe setting it up in a more secluded area of Itaewon wasn’t the best decision.

“If that's the case then maybe we’re not alone.” He gestures his finger between the two of you. You roll your eyes at the attempt to lighten the mood.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

“Used to what?” He tilts his head curiously.

“Being alone.”

“Why not change it then?” He steeples his hands and rests his chin on them, his eyes studying yours as if trying to decipher a puzzle—as if he was used to analyzing people quietly.

It was unsettling…but you liked the challenge.

“Well, why don’t you change?” You counter back at him.

“Change what?”

“You being alone.”

He snickers. “Why don’t you get me something to drink first?”

“Alright, Mr. Bossy,” you say with a raised eyebrow and a matching smirk. “What are you having?”

“I heard you have Kweichow Maotai. That’s the only reason why I’m here.”

Interesting. He’s a man of taste. The way the Chinese syllables easily rolled off his tongue gave you further evidence of his identity—you just needed one more clue.

Without a word, you turn to face the wall of bottles to find the spirit you’re looking for. But before reaching for the iconic white-and-red bottle, you stop yourself.

“You know what, it’s Christmas.” You turn back to him with a smile. “I’ll get you something special.”

You return with another bottle of Maotai—but he instantly recognizes the difference from the one at the bar. His eyes widened the moment you came in holding the gold bottle tied with a red ribbon.

“No way you have that.” He marveled at the sight in front of him, his eyes filled with seeming reverence. “How—”

“That is a story for another time. But now, please enjoy. I’ll just charge you the regular Maotai rate, don’t worry.” You wink and hand him the small tulip glass, full to the brim.

“Just tell me that I’m not drinking a shot of illegally-sourced vintage Maotai.” There it is again—the analyzing look.

“If it were, then I’d be out of business. Can’t have that then, can we?”

“Of course not.” The man raised his glass to meet your own. “I can’t lose my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea now that I’ve found you.” The light brought the ring on his pinky finger to your attention. Suspicion confirmed.

You didn't reply, but opted to down the contents of the small glass—potent but familiar. He followed suit. You hoped that the warmth that bloomed in your mouth and your chest didn’t manifest itself too much on your cheeks. You could blame it on your Asian flush anyway because you had to give it to him—he was surprisingly smooth with his words.

“This is the rare moment I get to be alone,” he said after a beat. “Believe me, I wish I had more of it, but my parents are arriving here tomorrow from China. So no, I will not be as alone as you think.”

It took you a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation from earlier. “That’s nice. Why are you here in Korea then, if you’re from China?”

“Who said I was from there?”

“Well, you have parents coming from there.”

“Who’s to say that they aren’t coming home here?”

“The way you said Kweichow Maotai was too smooth.”

He shrugged deliberately. “I know Chinese.”

“I know Chinese, too. You can’t fool me.” You said this in perfectly placed Mandarin. The look on his face was priceless as he was rendered speechless.

“I cannot believe you managed to surprise me twice in one night,” he replied in the same tongue.

You smirked and poured another tulip glass for the both of you. “Glad to know that I managed to surprise a K-pop idol tonight. And in my bar, no less. Xu Minghao, correct?” You push the refilled glass and meet his ever-analytical eyes. It seemed like you knew how to play his game, after all.

The smile he returned was ethereal. “To whom do I owe the pleasure of tonight’s company?”

And that’s how you spent the remaining hours of Christmas Eve, with conversations as free-flowing as the Maotai and whiskey and bar chow. You learned that his parents’ flight was actually delayed—he was actually on his way to the airport—and he learned that your Chinese is courtesy of your father’s heritage and your Korean address from your mother.

You also ended up telling him the story about the vintage Maotai, which had him in stitches by the end of it. Thankfully, the bar had long been empty and your staff had all gone home.

“Why haven’t you left then?”

“You might’ve forgotten that I own this place.”

“And how does it not have more customers at this time?”

“It’ll pick up soon. I’m sure of it.”

Minghao pursed his lips in thought. “Give me your Maotai bottle. And a marker.”

“The vintage one?”

“No, the regular one over there!” You obliged to his requests, and he returned the liquor bottle with a freshly minted autograph from Seventeen’s The8.

Why didn’t you think of this earlier? It might be because the whole time you were talking, he didn’t even seem like an idol. He was just…a guy. A frustratingly charming and quick-witted guy.

“Merry Christmas to you and this wonderful place.” His examining gaze was long gone, replaced by eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled wide. “Thank you for…making me feel safe.”

“Merry Christmas, Minghao. Everything’s on the house. Consider it a Christmas gift.”

“Absolutely not.” He brandished his card and pushed it to you. “I will not rip off a starting business all because of celebrity status.”

“I didn’t say it was for your celebrity status.”

“Still.” He was insistent. He took your hand and placed his card in it. “Charge me as necessary.”

You were just as insistent, though. “No.”

“Fine. Then give me your phone.”

You did. And he input his personal number in it.

“I have to go now, but please message me. I mean it.”

You did. And the back-and-forth banter didn’t stop. Surprise remained an element in your dynamic, apparently, because the conversations seemed as natural as the days transitioning from one to another.

You didn’t catch when Minghao took photos of your place. But the moment he posted it on his Instagram, customers started coming in waves. This secluded corner in Itaewon has never had a lull day since Christmas.

New Year’s was no different. After the festivities and the celebrations, it was finally time to call it an early morning at 3 am. But not before you welcomed your last customer.

“Alone on New Year’s as well?” You hold back a smile when you find him standing at the door. The way your heart was beating was undeniable, and you knew you couldn’t hold that back.

Up until then, you didn’t know if you would ever see Minghao again beyond your messages. They became more occasional as time passed, but you knew enough from his stories that their schedules were not to be underestimated. Seeing him here now was—as expected from your dynamic—a surprise.

“No. I’m with my favorite Maotai supplier in Korea, how can I be alone?” He drew closer to the bar and to you as if you were reeling him in with an invisible string.

“I thought your parents brought you a bottle last Christmas?”

“It isn’t a vintage Maotai, though.”

“What makes you think I’m bringing it out tonight?”

“Because we’re starting the new year together. I’d say that’s a cause for celebration.” And bring it out you did. As if you could resist him.

Before you can open the bottle, he grabs it from your hands to pour out the drinks himself. As you two raise your glasses, he leans in close, and you see nothing but an openness in his eyes. Warmth. Hope. “Happy New Year to you, then.”

“To us. Happy New Year, Minghao.”

Your glasses clink and your Maotais are downed. It would seem that happiness is on the books for the year ahead.

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post a/n: pleaseeee i felt so pressured to write for u (looks at my inbox with full knowledge your request still lies there unwritten fskf) ((i promise i’ll get to them)) but i hope i did minghao justice. i was very much inspired by your own minghao fics skl hehe and tbh this is almost less of a drabble and more of a potentially longer fic but i held back bc gah. merry christmas again and i hope you liked my pamasko, kae! 🎄🎁✨

post post a/n/n: ALSO thank you to @tusswrites for quick beta-ing this one even tho she wasn't supposed to bc she's also in the same event and apparently you can't do that HAHA thank you still all love mwa

[okiedokrie]

pov

Summary: Your loving boyfriend wants you to see what he sees.

Characters/Pairing: Xu Minghao (The8) X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

AU/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, the way reader looks isn't described very vividly, very explicit smut, body worship, Minghao nicknames: hao/babe/honey, yn nicknames: love/hun/honey, mirror sex, lots of praise!!, L-bombs EVERYWHERE, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

Rating: 18+

A/N: heavy inspiration from pov by Ariana Grande (yes another reskin of a fic i wrote before pls dont yell at me)

"I just can't see myself the way you see me, Hao." You say, barely above a whisper. Your boyfriend was the perfect boyfriend- no, the perfect person that everyone wanted to be, or wanted to be with. He was everything that you weren't. And on days when it gets really bad, you think that maybe you didn't deserve him.

Most of these thoughts, however, are quelled with just a kiss on your shoulder. His lips linger on your skin for a beat longer, savoring the warmth and pressure of your skin on his pillow lips. "Alright then, I'll show you."

He ushers your head to turn to the mirror at the foot of his bed. The dim purple lights make the room hazy, but you still manage to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He kisses your shoulder again, "Do you see yourself? I love the warmth of your skin, the way it feels against mine. But that isn't the only thing I love about you" he pauses, his voice almost lost to the quiet of the room as he whispers in your ear, his hair tickling your cheek. "I love your mind, beautiful with all the colors only you can show me, you are my miracle. Perfection in my arms."

You feel the warmth of his palms radiating off of him, his smooth skin ghosting the span of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Minghao moves to your other shoulder, kissing every mark in your skin with reverence, your name sounded like a prayer as it left his lips.

You lean back, your back pressed against his toned chest as you relax, letting him guide you, and handle your pleasure.

"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch.

His fingertips danced on your skin, warmth rippled from the contact like a drop that fell into the water, it was gentle, almost non-existent, but the love that swelled in your heart, you could feel that.

His fingers reached the band of your underwear, fingers carefully tracing it, "May I?" he asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror, looking at you, almost pleading.

"Please." You say in desperation, you wanted him to touch you more, you wanted him to hold you closer.

He pulls your underwear down your thighs, and you step out of them as he discards it somewhere off the bed. Carefully, his fingers brush against your clit, the brief contact making you gasp, reaching behind you to hold onto him.

"Keep looking hun, look at us, look at you." He says in a breath, fingers putting more pressure onto your clit as he moves them down to your entrance, collecting your wetness, before slowly moving it up back to your clit to rub slow circles into it.

Such a simple touch, yet with his breath on your neck, his warmth behind you, and your eyes meeting in the mirror, everything was so overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Minghao, I love you." You way between gasps, this caused his stroking to go faster, rubbing at your clit with more purpose.

"I love you too, so much. You are beautiful to me, more than anyone can comprehend." He says, kissing and sucking marks into your neck, the hand that wasn't stroking your clit came up to cup your breast, pinching and pulling at the pebbled nipple.

Gasps and quiet moans leave you, affirmations and words of his love for you only added to your pleasure, he finally leaves your clit to press his fingertips at your entrance, collecting your essence on his fingers before entering, two fingers pumping into your heat in a steady rhythm.

You moan out his name, the drag of his fingers making your eyes roll back before you meet his gaze in the mirror again. In the dim light, you can see yourself, bare with your skin flushed, his fingers fucking into your pussy with fervor. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as the knot in your stomach starts to coil, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

You repeat his name like a mantra as he fucks you through your high, bliss, brought to you by the hands of your lover, as he kisses your skin and praises you for your beauty.

"That was beautiful, if only you saw yourself come undone for me, you'd understand why I worship you." He continues to kiss 'I love you's into your skin as you come down from your high.

He presses his palm on your back, slowly pushing you forward, "Hold your arms out hun, keep looking at the mirror." He said as you support your weight on your forearms, on all fours, still looking at the mirror.

You see him undressing, peeling off his covers one garment at a time. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his hands, as he pressed his chest into your back, he reached for yours, fingers intertwining as he kissed your shoulders for the nth time this night. "I love you, so much, please let me take you." He meets your eyes in the mirror.

"I love you, please, make me yours." You give his hand a gentle yet firm squeeze.

You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your folds, collecting the wetness. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your pussy, the hardness and the subtle throbbing with the stretch of his girth took your breath away.

Slowly, Minghao started to thrust his length into you, slow, fulfilling strokes into your heat, each met with gasps and moans from you. Minghao moans and whines, you feel the vibrations of his chest on your back, his hot breath, and his moans in your ear.

Minghao started to thrust faster, one hand moving to rub at your clit, "I can't believe you're all mine, you're perfect, I love you." He said in between pants.

"I love you too, Minghao! Take me, I love you." You try your best to say in between moans. Another familiar coil twists in your core, and your pussy squeezes Minghao's cock for all his worth.

"Are you close? I'm right behind you baby, please, cum with me." He says, squeezing your hand in his hold, fingers still intertwined just as they should be.

"Fuck, Minghao, I love you- I'm cumming!-" You gasp, hot white pleasure blinds you temporarily as you gush around his cock, still, in the throws of pleasure, unable to break your gaze from his.

"Oh- I love you, I'm cumming-!" Minghao was right behind you, going over the edge and spilling his seed into you. The gush of heat from his cum couldn't compare to the warmth in his embrace.

He tenderly rubs your skin, kissing you and telling you he loves you until the sunrise.

[mymegrokosmos]

a little soft bf minghao brainrot bc i felt like it. super era shoulder injury hao.

you set your bags down on the counter, dropping your keys by the front door and going to put your things away. by the time you've shrugged out of your jacket, hung it up in the front closet and put your purse in its usual spot on the credenza table in the hallway you're ready to melt into the sofa but there's still more to do before you can relax.

when you get to the kitchen, halfway through tying your hair up out of your face, you find yourself smiling. the familiar sight of your boyfriend's back, clad in his usual leisure attire of grey sleeveless top that leaves just a hint of his shoulders visible, peeks out of the fridge. he's already started putting the groceries away before anything gets too warm. just when you think your fondness for him can’t melt your heart any more than it already has he leans back to look at you from around the door and his soft smile has your heart in shambles.

if it’s possible to become one with the floor you're doing it. you've become a puddle. his shaggy mullet is in disarray, fluffy from where he's run his hands through it, and his face is bare. his usually sharp eyes are framed by big round glasses, softening his gaze as he closes the fridge in favour of coming over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"hi darling, welcome home. how was your day?"

you'd think after all this time you'd be used to how tall he was but it was still always a bit of a surprise just how much he towered over you up close. you sighed, letting him pull you into a hug and sliding your arms around his slim waist.

"hi. it was okay, very long."

he chuckles and you close your eyes, head resting against his chest. you're careful to lay it against the side of his good shoulder, nuzzling against the soft cotton of his shirt as his hand comes up to rest against the back of your head.

"i'm glad to finally be home. what did you get up to today handsome?"

the hand on your waist squeezes lightly and he holds you close for a minute before stepping back with another kiss to the top of your head.

"physio this morning again and then practice, even though I can't do a lot of the choreo yet they still need me for blocking when I can make it. mingyu came by earlier and dropped off some hotpot. why don't you go get into something more comfortable and we can talk about it over dinner?"

sometimes there was nothing better than coming home to everything already being taken care of. you know he misses being at work but being home more means minghao needs things to do. his physiotherapist also says that getting some movement in is good for his progress, so he's been taking care of household chores and spending a lot more time meditating lately to keep himself busy.

the members have been helping when they can. mingyu comes by or gets your boyfriend out of the house at least three times a week now. jun's often over in his free time to run lines with hao or catch up on the latest cdrama you're watching together. you think joshua has even dragged him out to a pottery class or two in their spare time. it's been good for him and the rest is doing him good, even if it makes him a little bit restless sometimes.

you nod. "i'll be right back. do you need me to help with anything?"

"no, just relax and leave the day at the office jagiya."

easier said than done but minghao always made you feel less guilty about sticking by work life balance and keeping them mostly separate. it's also been fun spending more time cooking together, he's good in the kitchen just a little impatient and you're enjoying getting to try out some of his mother's recipes. she's often on video call when you get home, minghao pouting about something while she scolds him playfully or they catch up on their weeks with each other. it's sweet and you love that their relationship only seems to get stronger as time goes on.

"you're still coming to the company dinner next week with me, right?"

another soft smile as he nods. "I'll be there darling. I didn't pick us out matching outfits just to not show up. now stop worrying and go change. you're hovering again."

you are, just a little bit. it's a habit you're still trying to work your way out of. you were a little traumatized when you got the call that hao was in the hospital at first and, though you both know he's fine and capable now, the instinct to make sure he's okay still lingers a little bit.

you sigh and make a face at him. "okay, okay. I'm going."

he just chuckles as you head towards your shared bedroom. makeup and weight of the day finally removed it's time to slip into one of hao's oversized tshirts and the matching cotton pyjama pants he bought for you last christmas. it feels like a cozy day so you take the time to find your slippers too before shuffling back towards the kitchen.

you find minghao stirring a pot of what seems to be mingyu's latest attempt at comfort food and slip your arms around his waist from behind, face pressed lightly against his warm back.

"smells good."

he hums in agreement, hand patting yours where it rests on his stomach. "I think he made enough to feed about seven more people than we currently have in the apartment."

you laugh and lean around him to peek at the food over his arm. "gyu probably plans to use it as an excuse to come over for lunch tomorrow or something. oh no guess you need someone else to help you eat it all."

that makes your boyfriend scoff. "why would he do that when he can just say he wants to come over? he knows where we live."

you kiss his bicep and move to get down some bowls for you both. "because he's kim mingyu and you're you myungho."

your boyfriend stops to look at you, blinking as he pauses his stirring. "I'm still not seeing your point love."

"you know how you don't like when people get too presumptuous about you?" you smile softly. "I wouldn't say he's intimidated because gyu knows you love him but... sometimes he's a little insecure and sometimes you can be a little cold."

he considers this. "he's never let that stop him before."

you smile and let him guide you, one hand on your hip as you slide between him and the pot on the stove to fill your bowls.

"and he won't, I don't think, because at the end of the day he knows that it isn't that you don't like his affection you just don't always know what to do with it and it needs time to process. but I think, and maybe this is just my take, he sometimes worries a little about intruding too much. especially now that you have a relationship outside of just your family and the members and your other friends."

it's quiet for a minute as he takes that in. you dish up hot pot for both of you and take the bowls over to your small dining table. minghao slowly follows behind, face impassive. you'd worry that you upset him but you know that expression. it's not anger or annoyance, he's just lost in thought. you take his hand, press a kiss to the back of it, and watch as he blinks back into the present.

"think about it all you need but let's eat first. like I said, maybe I'm just reading too much into it. maybe he has other reasons. we can finish that new drama and call him later if you want."

your boyfriend nods and joins you at the table, filling you in on his day. you can tell he's only half present but that's okay. by the time you finish and wash up he seems to have come to a decision.

"love?"

"yes myungho?"

he scrunches his nose. "try again please darling."

you laugh but the arms he crosses over his chest tell you he's serious. you smile softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"yes, seo myungho great love of my life and most wondrous of boyfriends?"

he snorts. "closer but still not correct."

"baobei?"

he blinks. "close enough."

you laugh and brush a hand over his cheek, melting a little when he leans into the touch and takes your hand in his.

"you know I'm only teasing you, right?"

he nods. "I do."

you lace your fingers and press a kiss to the back of his hand. "what did you want to say honey?"

"do you mind if mingyu comes over tomorrow? I know it's your day off."

"babe, this is your apartment too."

minghao sighs. you know that look. the exasperated 'are you being serious right now?' stare. you smile.

"no, I don't mind if gyu comes over. just maybe warn me beforehand so I can make sure I have pants and a bra on this time."

that makes him smile, just a little, even as he rolls his eyes at you.

"come help me with my skincare?"

"only if you let me use the good stuff."

"mm we can even wear those matching headbands you like."

"lead the way love."

sometimes all you need after a long day is xu minghao ready with a hot meal, a long hug and a silly fuzzy frog headband keeping the bangs out of his face as he applies 6 layers of different creams to your face.

[mocchiixxx]

Love or Legacy | Series #8 : Falling Through Fingers

(Xū Minghao (The8) x Reader)

Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, Idol AU

⚠️ WARNING: This is story is purely work of fiction. It does not reflect real-life events or SEVENTEEN in any way. This episode contains heavy angst, emotional distress, and themes of heartbreak and sacrifice. Reader discretion is advised. Please take care of yourself while reading.

Summary: When Minghao’s relationship is exposed, he is given an ultimatum; his love or his career. Determined to protect you from the backlash, he makes the heartbreaking choice to let you go. But as the world moves on and he stands in the spotlight once more, he realizes too late that some absences echo louder than any applause.

Minghao had always known how to move with the storm.

He had learned long ago that life wasn’t about resisting the wind but bending with it, letting it pass through him without losing himself in the process.

He had mastered the art of detachment, of carefully keeping his emotions at a distance, showing just enough to make the world think they knew him but never enough to give them something to break.

But then there was you.

And suddenly, control felt like an illusion.

Suddenly, his carefully built walls had cracks.

And when the storm finally came for him, it wasn’t just himself he had to protect.

The news spread like wildfire.

A single photo. Minghao walking beside you, his hand barely grazing yours.

It wasn’t a confirmation, wasn’t a declaration.

But it was enough.

The fans reacted instantly. Some defended him, saying he was allowed to have a personal life. But others? others saw it as betrayal. As if he committed a serious crime against them.

The company tried to control the narrative. They released a vague statement, calling the rumors unfounded speculation.

It didn’t matter.

The damage was done.

And you?

You were the one who suffered the most.

Your personal accounts were flooded with hateful messages. Strangers dissected your life, your past, your family. They called you names, accused you of ruining everything he had worked for.

Minghao saw it all.

And for the first time in his life, he didn’t know how to move with the storm.

Because the storm wasn’t hitting him.

It was destroying you.

You met him on the rooftop that night, under a sky suffocated by city lights.

Minghao leaned against the railing, fingers tapping restlessly against the metal. He looked calm, but you knew better.

You had learned to read the tension in his shoulders, the way his breath came just a little too slow, too measured.

He was trying to keep himself together.

You took a step closer. “Hao.”

He exhaled softly, finally turning to face you. “I spoke with the company.”

Your stomach twisted. “And?”

“They gave me a choice.”

Your breath caught.

You already knew what he was going to say. You try to ready your self to it, you really do but...

“Minghao—”

“They’re asking me to end it.” His voice was quiet, but the words were heavy. “To say it was never real.”

Your heart ached at the way he said it, as if the very idea disgusted him.

“I told them no.” He took a step toward you. “I told them I wasn’t going to throw you away like that.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Then why does it sound like you already made a decision?”

He clenched his jaw, his mask cracking just slightly. “Because it’s not just about us anymore.”

He reached out, gently tracing his fingers along your wrist. His touch was light, hesitant, as if memorizing the feeling before it was gone.

“I can take this,” he murmured. “I can handle the hate, the pressure. But you?” His hand curled into a fist. “They’re tearing you apart.”

You swallowed hard. “I don’t care.”

“You should.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with everything you wanted to say but couldn’t.

You wanted to tell him that you weren’t afraid. That you would endure anything to stay by his side.

But Minghao had always been one step ahead, always thinking further than the present.

And he had already decided. Who were you to say otherwise?

He reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The tenderness in his touch shattered you.

“You once told me love is about protecting the person you care about most.” His voice was soft, but his eyes burned with something raw. “So let me protect you.”

Your throat tightened. “By breaking my heart?”

He gave you a sad smile. “By making sure you don’t lose yourself in this.”

You wanted to fight. To hold onto him and demand that he choose you, for once.

But you also knew that Minghao was only doing what he thought was right.

So you let out a shaky breath.

And with a heavy heart you let him go.

The next morning, a new statement was released.

'Regarding the recent dating rumors, we would like to clarify that Xū Minghao and the individual in question were simply long-time acquaintances. The situation has been misunderstood, and Minghao wishes to reassure fans that he remains fully dedicated to his career and the group. We sincerely apologize for any confusion.'

A clean-cut lie.

A well-crafted erasure of everything you had been to each other.

And with that, the storm passed.

The fans forgave him. The controversy faded. The world moved on.

But Minghao didn’t.

He stood on stage that night, bathed in blinding lights, surrounded by thousands of voices calling his name.

And yet, in the silence between heartbeats, all he could hear...

Was the sound of you walking away from him, forever.

[hanniescookie]

hai cheng - xmh

pairing - minghao x f!reader

genre - angst

warnings - suicide, major character death, lots of sadness, prepare your tissuees ¿

summary - Minghao knows he's living a hazy dream loving you in the peaceful city of Hai Cheng, but he doesn't know if he wants to wake up.

author's note - helppp i don't know what i just did??? does this even make sense 😭 i only did this so my wifey shuts up about hai cheng minghao 🤍 @jjjjeonww i dunno what you were expecting baby and i'm sorry for making this so sad, but i hope this suffices your extreme want ☝🏻🤍 ly

♪ now playing Hai Cheng by The8

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The Onset of Winter, HaiCheng

Minghao has lived a long portion of his life yearning.

For a place that's far, far away. Out of his reach. Slipping from the gaps between his fingers.

He doesn't remember an instance where sleep caught him soundly, yet he feels like his life is an unreal dream. Blurred and hazy. Blue and brown. Merry and agonizing.

The city of HaiCheng is beautiful — a watertown laid beneath the starry sky. If Minghao has to name his favourite place in the world, he'd name the sea city within a heartbeat. He finds comfort in the browns of it's land, and the blues of it's ocean. He loves it for it's beauty, for it's solace, and for it's serenity.

But if that was all he loved it for, he'd be damned.

He can't imagine loving the city without you in it.

You who he first saw at the sea shore of the city, laughing as you pressed your feet in the wet sand, marking deliberate footprints. Everytime the waves washed your footprints away, you giggled to yourself, and marked them again.

Minghao had known that comfort equals to art, or the ocean, or the sky, but that day as he watched you play with the waves, he found a new meaning of comfort.

Suddenly, you were everywhere he went. Without much realization, he was searching for you in the quiet alleys of the city, and in the shape of the clouds, and in the sound of the waves. He saw you everywhere, his heart twisting to the shape of you.

Love? Perhaps. He didn't know. He couldn't know. All he knew was that you felt like a dream in his frozen life. You came like a gentle breeze, touched his existence barely with the tip of your finger, and colored his life in you.

If growing fond of you from afar wasn't enough, all at once, you were wrapped in him close enough to knock his breath out. Now you weren't laughing alone at the shore. He was laughing with you, holding you high above and swinging you in his arms on dull golden days.

He found himself walking hand in hand with you on the broken pavements of the city, watching the sunlight dance in your hair. He loved being everywhere with you — holding you and kissing you like the string of his life will be cut short the moment he lets you go.

He recalls the countless nights you spent sitting on the beach, the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. He talked about his dreams, his fears, and his passions. You had a way of listening that made him feel like he was the only person in the world, like his words were the most precious thing you'd ever heard.

It's strange that you spoke, but he never quite heard you. He doesn't remember your voice — or he hasn't heard it at all.

You always looked at him with a smile on your face — the smile he had grown to associate with you. There wasn't a single moment in his hazy life where he wasn't connected to you. He was at home, right where he was meant to be.

He wrote about you in his journal, about how beautiful you were, about how he loved your hair and your eyes and how he could die happily in your comfort. He loved you, hopelessly and endlessly.

Minghao knows — the first time your hand slips from his hold — that his heart has to shatter.

He hasn't been someone to fear. But suddenly, he's terribly scared of waking up from this deep slumber. He doesn't have it in himself to drop your hand and still live in this city. He would rather die.

It happens slowly — almost feeling orchestrated by a cruel author. His moments with you become more blue, more dull, and more blurred. Your smile lessens and lessens until it dims to a solemn expression — one he fails to recognise as a part of you.

When he sees you for the last time, the day is golden, and he's wearing a brown coat. He is so happy to see you that he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, feeling a shallow breath leave him.

You hide your face in his shoulder for a second longer than usual, before you step back. You're crying — hot tears streaming down your face that's mostly covered by your hair from both sides.

You keep taking steps away from him until your cold hand parts from his warm one, and you fade away. As if you were never there. As if you were just a broken fragment his long dream.

The Close of Winter, HaiCheng

Minghao wishes he knew how to deal with a cold HaiCheng when the fog lifts and his world isn't blurry. He desperately hopes for a way back into his dream — one that felt more real than his reality.

He hates that his journal lies open on his desk, and it's filled with you. His teary eyes travel out of his window to see a red balloon float in the cold air. The moment his fingers wrap around the string, he knows he cannot live with himself.

So when he lets himself sink deep down in the ocean that mirrors your eyes, he longs to at least become a ray of light that caresses your face.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Sweet smiles

Minghao x visually impaired! reader

...

Seeing Minghao with animals was always healing.

They got him to get his soft side out, which many of the guys loved as they would have blackmailing material later, like Jeonghan, Jun and Soonyoung, and they would definitely get to have more material now as Minghao was busy with a puppy you guys had found in the park.

- Is Minghao with a pet?- You asked as you pictured Minghao in the ground with a small furry white animal a few kilometers away from where you were seated next to Jeonghan, Jun and Soonyoung.

- Yeah, and we're talking pictures, so don't worry darling. - He smirked at you.

- I will definitely thank you with cookies Jeonghan - was your answer as you imagined how sweet it would be to fully see it as you readjusted your sunglasses, you were still recovering from a corrective surgery and you were trying to not overtire your sight even if you were in a park in a date with your friends.

- Make cookies for two!

- No, for three!

You chuckled as you listened to the voices of Soonyoung and Jun who were completely dedicated to taking pictures of Minghao who then turned to look at the four of you but his attention was focused on you now giving you a warm smile which you replied, silently telling each other how you loved each other to death.

Yes, Minghao was definitely healing.

[yuusworldd]

minghao.

twitter au;

in which minghao is posting like usual. you are posting on twitter like how you normally do. what happens when you start soft launching eachother? well your secret relationship obviously get discovered.

dont forget pt 1 :D

note: meow

[jjjjeonww]

xu minghao - drawn to you.

featuring, seo myungho + you.

~~in which, teenage love with minghao. minghao is in love with you and you're in love with minghao. but you know, it's just... teenage love HAHA

a/n: i closed all my books and started writing ts. im soo eepy..

..

Minghao was hunched over his sketchbook, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he tried to perfect the shading on your eyes. He'd been drawing you for hours now, trying to immortalize your beauty on paper. It was a losing battle, really. No matter how hard he tried, he could never quite capture the sparkle in your eyes, the curve of your smile, the way your hair cascaded down her back in glossy waves. You were breathtaking, and he was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

Just then, you sauntered into the room, your hips swaying with each step. You had that loving glint in your eye, the one that always meant adoration. Minghao's heart skipped a beat as you approached him, a dear smile playing on your lips.

"Still drawing me, I see," you purred, peering over his shoulder at the sketchbook. "You must be getting tired of that by now."

Minghao swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Never," he managed to choke out. "I could draw you forever and never tire of it."

You smirked, knowing exactly the effect you had on him. You loved seeing him like this, all flustered and tongue-tied. It was almost too easy to wind him up.

"But Minghao," you said, your voice dripping with false concern, "What if you find a new muse?"

You let the words hang in the air, watching as Minghao's eyes widened. You could see the way the way he felt just from his eyes. "Why would I have a new muse when I have you?"

You couldn't help but laugh, a tinkling sound that filled the room. "Oh love," you giggled, "you should see your face! You're so easy to tease."

Minghao's shoulders relaxed slightly, realizing she was just playing with him. He shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I know I am," he admitted. "But you know I'd do anything to make you happy, even if it means dealing with your little games."

You leaned in closer to him, "You're the only person I write about in my lyrics anyway. It's either about you, or to you." He froze, mouth opening and closing, as if looking for something to say but no words came out, just a sigh. A dreamy sigh. "I'm drawing you, because I'm drawn to you my y/n."

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Minghao is the master of Beer Pong

Series

Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

tags: cocky!minghao, manhandling, oral (reader giving), rough, fingering, wall stuff, choking (on cock and without), balls in mouth 😭, cum swallowing, dirty talk, heavy degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate.

author note: did i have a plan for this? no. but enjoy minghao being a menace

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan @gibbysupremeacyisreal @cuntdino

Losing is not an option for Xu Minghao, even if you are his beer-pong partner.

Beer pong to most is a mere drinking game, but to Minghao, it is one of the many things he could brag about being good at and he likes knowing that he’s better at things than some people. It is simply his vice.

He admits when you volunteered to play a game as his partner, he was the slightest bit worried you’d skew his unusually positive results, but he’s Xu Minghao. He did exactly what needed to be done and as expected, his reputation precedes him. 

He was launching balls like a skilled master, landing every shot when it was his turn, filling every one of the opposing cups in pristine precision. Eventually, he is nothing short of a victory, and a victory meant a reason to celebrate.

“S-shit, you’re so much better than imagined you’d be.” 

Your hands are flushed around his girth, while your mouth is unremorseful as you cover every inch. His body relaxed on the wall behind him, heavily depending on the single lightbulb above your heads to focus on your glossy gaze that stares back at him in hunger.

Usually, beer isn’t enough to get Minghao’s mouth running, so that impelled him to make the game a bit more interesting by adding kaoliang liquor in a few of the cups. Not that it mattered when he started drinking straight from the bottle. You, however–a lightweight having your fair share of losses–drank two or three of the cups, resulting lack of inhibition when it came to your beer-pong partner, who couldn’t look more edible than the microwave burritos you were also craving.

He throws leisure jerks back at your throat, guiding you with his fingers through your hair that is wrapped in knots around his knuckles. The initial pain from the grip subsides with his filthy praises as he fully darkened glower watches you take him inch by inch. You muffle your moans in your venture, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, and in the right light, Minghao can catch the delectable glisten of your drool falling out the corner of your lips.

“That’s right. You want to drain my balls down your throat, don’t you, filthy slut?”

Minghao isn’t himself with the alcohol in his system–or so he is rationalizing in his head–so the dirty talk is all coming from his ass, but if he knew any better, he’d think you’re enjoying it. A smile stretches so wide on your face, a giggle can’t help but escape from his. He adores seeing you work so hard, especially for his benefit.

He sees and feels your head bob in response, and in turn, he groans, thrusting back into your narrow pipe. His balls hit your chin, plugging the entry of oxygen, and your mascara runs down your cheeks from tears that finally shed.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” his thrusts get harder, pushing himself down deeper, and the whines suppressed around him release in vibrations up his length. Minghao shudders violently. “Fuck, you little…stupid…slut…”

It’s interesting how bad you are at beer pong considering you quite literally are taking him balls deep, puffing your cheeks up similarly to a chipmunk storing away nuts in their mouth. It is impressive, shocking, yet so enthralling. He holds you by the back of your head, stilling your mouth over his entire structure, and his thick, viscous cum runs hot down your throat. He clenches his abdomen, holding you down, and still fucking your mouth until breathing becomes a foreign action even through your nose.

You cough when Minghao pulls out of you, his cum trailing down your chin and neck. He makes sure you're okay, pulling you up from the ground. The warmth in his eyes gives you whiplash, having you nod without even considering what words had left his lips. It’s in that split second before he pins your chest against the wall, hand cushioning against your ass.

“Think it’s your turn. Time for your reward.”

The tip of his digit glides up the curve of your posterior before his entire hand rams down your pants and tugs them off to expose your bare cheeks. The draft within the closet you’ve hidden away hits your skin before Minghao’s palm does, making yelp from the stinging of your flesh. You latch forward to the wall you’re embracing, his digit gliding over your arousal-moist lips and coating himself in a thin film.

“Shit, my cock made you that wet? How cute.” He swats your ass again, his moist thick lips catching the nape of your neck.

You moan his name, drunken and horny, and that same digit plunges into your core as his body presses against you. You feel his cock—once depressed from climaxing—start to inflate again and nudge against your back. You’re trembling, but don’t fear what’s to occur.

“Aren’t you glad we won,” he asks, pushing another finger inside. His knuckles press into the plush of your ass, the distance closing between him and your g-spot. You gasp, clenching around him desperately. Sounds of anguish overtake you as he bites against your neck, fingers competing with the speed of light. “You get to have me finger fuck you just. Like. this. That’s what you wanted, isn't it? Have you come apart around my fingers after you’ve eaten my cum?”

You swallow your affirmations, embarrassment written all over your face until he slams you forward, and your burning cheeks squish harder against the cold wall in front of you.

“You’re not going to answer me? Slut?”

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out.

He scoffs. “You gonna be a good slut and take my cock after you’ve had your fun?”

“Y-yes, Minghao.”

His breath is hot against your neck, pace accelerating. “So. Obedient.”

You can feel his smile send shivers down your spine, crying his name while you are whimpering for more. You’ve become one with the wall and don’t remember a life before it, too lust blind to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, Minghao memorizes every sound you make, determined to ingrain it into his internal storage for future occurrences to reference. His mind boggles at the kind of specimen you are, so malleable and edible he wants to make every part of you shake with ecstasy. He’d kill to be the one to give you the most intense orgasm you’d ever have and he is eager to try.

He withdraws his fingers when you’re seconds away from climaxing and replaces them with his cock, fucking yours at the same pace his fingers once did. “Hao!”

Your whimpers come out high-pitched to the point of nearly shattering glass if any existed in this cramped space. Minghao’s chest—completely gotten bare without ever getting noticed—burns against your skin. You feel the slickness of his tongue run up your neck before claiming your lips, his free hand forcing you to turn your head to him by your chin.

“That’s right, you take my cock,” he mumbles. Hot pants leave his tired body, but his legs not showing him giving out. His body slammed your front harder against the wall, so hard already imaging the type of bruises he’s left behind. “You like me…fucking you deep and hard…just like this?”

“Yes, yes,” You squeak, your body not even getting a second to take a break from his manhandling.

Although he was lean, he was toned, powerful, and had a grip stronger than any industrial glue in existence. The strength Minghao had in his arms and thrusts were unlike anything you expected and you couldn’t be happier to find out you were wrong.

“Pussy so good and wet for me, Shit.”

Although it feels amazing how he handles you, you crave harsher treatment, one that would leave you sore the following day and immobile the next. Knowing Minghao’s ego, all he needed was little encouragement. He couldn’t risk ending without a proper burial of him inside you. “Fuck me harder, please…I need more, let your cock give me more…I want you spilling inside me please.”

“Greedy little fuck,” he says through gritted teeth and forces himself to take faster strokes, now holding you by the neck.

The pressure of his fingers digs into the column of your neck and works its way to cutting off your airways. You claw at the walls, your eyes begin to roll back to your skull, and clenching for dear life as you take in his vigor. It hurts, it’s bliss, it’s heaven.

“Stupid. Fucking. Slut.”

You cum without warning, gushing around his length warmth, pushing your ass up against him with a low groan. That was his breaking point. Vulgar words escape the same way as his fat climax does, harsh and unforgiving, he fills your inside like it’s his canvas. All you can feel is pure heat and your legs begin to buckle before he holds you back up, caressing your legs. 

“Shit,” you mutter, hand over your chest feeling your heart. “That…that was good.”

There’s a lingering silence and somehow you’re able to sense the tension in his form. “Good. Just good.”

“Great, Hao. It was great,” you emphasize.

“Well, good if you think that was great, but we’re not done. I’m not done.”

“But hao–”

“I said I’m. Not. Done. Not until I give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.” He presses you up against the wall in that familiar way, dark eyes glaring back at you determination, fueled by spite.

“Understood?” 

[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[loveydvycherry]

Rain;

"Dont stop the rain, my memories too"

— Married!Xu Minghao x Singlefem!reader

— Main genre ; Fluff, Angst...

— Summary ; Xu minghao as reader friend with benefits in the past. Have feelings for each other, but they never get into a serious relationship, keeping their feelings for each other to themselves and maintaining a 'Just friends' relationship.

Note :

This is my first fanfiction, and sorry if my writing and grammar are not good, bcs english not my first language... This will be in several parts!

Warn! : Dont like just skip

You stand alone on a bus stop at the end of the city-border between cities at night. The sound of raindrops can be heard falling on the ground with each drop, echoing through your two senses of hearing, enveloping the night with a cold atmosphere.

Since an hour ago you have been staying at that small bus stop, getting rained on while stopping buses or taxis that might come to pick you up, but... you expect too much. Leaving you to let out a sigh and a mumble with your flat expression.

Before an hour ago, you ran unsteadily to the bus stop, because today was a tiring day of working overtime at the office, making you fall asleep for a moment in your office after finishing various work files that piled up on your own desk.

In the end, because of your missed sleep along with the last bus operating time has left, you can only groan in frustration, waving your two slender arms at the bus that has gone away, hoping that the bus will stop.

"Ughh...seriously?,..." you said with a frustrated groan, once again.

You reached into your bag, looking for your smartphone to check the time, the time showed 22.20 surely there were no more buses operating at this late time. You decided to contact anyone you knew on your contact list, some of your friends and relatives.

Junhuii~

"How can i say..., I'm abroad for another shoot...sorry I didn't give you any news"

You

"Ohh? Okay, thanks Jun, hopefully the shoot goes smoothly, have enough rest, good night Junnie"

At first you sent a message to one of your friends, whose name is Wen Junhui, unfortunately when you wanted to ask for his help he was busy with his job as an actor in another country, and now he is resting after shooting.

You could only sigh and continue to contact other numbers, from your coworkers and close friends.

"The number you have dialed cannot accept calls...please try again later"

Keep going, going and going...until you sigh in annoyance, your eyes searching for the number you want to contact, keep scrolling and scrolling over who you can contact, but your fingers stop when you stare at a name on the contact list.

A name you recognize, not an ordinary person, a name that makes you have a butterfly in your stomach but also a lump in your throat...should you make a call in this contact? You tuck your long hair while staring intently at your smartphone screen.

Your thoughts are now racing in your head, should you call this person or...shouldn't? ... I don't know what's on your mind, you press the contact number with your finger without realizing it...

A few seconds before you can finally see the screen of your smartphone making a call.

"Xu minghao....ringing..."

After making the call, you realize what you did. Panic and nervousness began to envelop you... before you had time to hang up the ringing call, the call was already accepted by that man...

"Damn, what was I thinking about??..." you thought... "Hello...?" You were silent..., the hoarse voice and gentle tone of the man never changed at all that you had recognized from the time you met the man.

You cursed yourself in your heart, before finally answering his call.

"H-hello Eisa, I m-mean Xu minghao" accidentally the nickname of the man you gave in the past just came out of your mouth, making the man raise his eyebrows. "I just wanna say..., good night to you and how are you now, Xu...?"

The silence for a moment made you bite your lower lip, before the sound of laughter uttered by the man through the call took place. Minghao chuckled softly when you accidentally called him by the pet name 'Eisa'. "You still haven't changed much". He pondered softly before answering your question.

"I'm totally fine, right now I'm on my way home from work, it's raining heavily huh...are you fine there, is it raining there too?". He stated, you also assured that he was really on his way home, heard from the roar of his car engine...and also some noise of rainy droplets through the speaker on your call.

"Um... yeahh, I'm fine...but, I'm outside and at the bus stop alone and...yeah it's raining quite heavily here, I'm waiting for the transportation to come too...". Minghao's expression immediately changed when he heard you were at the bus stop taking shelter from the rain.

"Hnh? You're alone at the bus stop and getting caught in the rain?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with worry.

"I'll pick you up, where are you? Can you share your location?"

"Eis- ahh minghao..., no need to pick me up, I'll bother you... it's raining heavily here" you said in a worried tone while you were still sitting alone at the bus stop.

Minghao just exhaled when he heard your protest. "You're really stubborn huh?" he grumbled while chuckling softly. "I'll pick you up, I won't leave you alone, besides I'm still on the road... I'm your friend, remember? I won't abandon you as my 'friend'".

"Hao- I didn't force you-" Your call was suddenly ended by him. While you just sighed and closed your eyes. Still staring at the sky which now saw nothing, except for the heavy rain falling.

You bit your lip once again, with a sigh, you finally shared your current location to his contact number, it was not far from his and your current location, making him relieved that you were not far from him. Minghao immediately increased his car speed after knowing your location, while driving the engine and heading towards your location.

The rain was pouring down heavily, reducing visibility. Minghao drove as fast as he could while being careful. The only thing on his mind was to go and pick you up. It took about 10 minutes to reach your location. The car's headlights now illuminated the bus stop where you were waiting.

He could see your figure wearing a blouse and a coat sitting at the bus stop. Hugging yourself with your heavy eyes closed, a cold breeze, blowing from the rainy weather.

Minghao parked his car and rushed out, walking towards you with fast steps. Minghao noticed your figure on the bus stop bench, hugging yourself to keep warm.

"Stupid," Minghao muttered softly, seeing you asleep as he approached you, patting your shoulder gently to wake you up. Your eyes blinked slowly as you adjusted your sitting position while rubbing your eyes.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow with wide open eyes. Whether it was fate or what made them meet again after several years of you and him being apart, your pupils widened when you found someone who made your stomach tingle and your chest pound.

"E-eis, err... Minghao," Minghao smiled thinly seeing you who were still sleepy with your eyes wide, his hand brushing away a few strands of hair that fell from your face.

"Heh... sleepyhead." Minghao mocked, maintaining his thin smile, while poking your cheek lightly. "Come on, I'll take you home, you'll get cold here," Minghao said while gesturing for you to follow him to the car.

This man is still the same..., his appearance is still the same, his tone of voice is still the same... like the Xu Minghao you know.

You looked at him with a faint smile. You felt guilty towards him because now you were asking for his help in the middle of heavy rain like this, this moment reminded you of the past.

You slowly stood up and took your bag while tidying up your damp hair. "Mhm, yeah... I'm sorry, for bothering you, Hao" you replied still standing behind him, not yet following him.

Minghao watched you as you looked at him with a mixture of memories and guilt. He could tell that you felt nostalgic and a bit guilty for asking for his help. "Heh..." Minghao muttered while shaking his head, his expression softening. "You're not bothering me, let's go to the car." Minghao said softly, opening the umbrella for you, and... Grabbing your tiny wrist slowly.

Your wrist was gently pulled by him, like a parent holding his child. While you just followed him from behind and protected you from the rain with his umbrella. One thing you also realized what you caught from him, from his tone and movements now a little more gentle and... fatherly.

Minghao led you to the passenger seat, his hands warm on your wrist. Once you sat comfortably, he immediately walked to the driver's side and got in, starting the car again.

Minghao immediately gave you a small towel from the dashboard. You just stayed silent, while taking the towel he handed to you, immediately wiping your damp hair, and also your skin that was splashed with rainwater.

Minghao glanced at you as you wiped your damp hair. He clicked his tongue. "You should have just gone home from work. You'll catch a cold if you keep doing this," Minghao said in a worried and firm tone, as if he was now lecturing you as his daughter.

"Today I worked overtime, so I came home a bit late... I didn't know if it would suddenly rain. Next time I'll prepare an umbrella..." you said with a small sigh, while drying the rest of your wet and damp hair.

Minghao chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Do you always work overtime?" He asked you, you just nodded slowly. "Seriously, you don't have to force yourself to work overtime... you know, it's not good for your health" Minghao said with a little worry, his eyes glanced at you and started driving his car.

"What a corporate slave" You just kept quiet and sighed as a sign of understanding from him. But he's right, you are now overwhelmed with your overtime, making your life a bit tiring now, working overtime with income sometimes doesn't match.

Your gaze was fixed on the car window, the rain that never stopped stopping. "Are you sure you can take me home, Hao?". Minghao glanced at you, noticing your silence and your understanding hum. He could tell that you were lost in your thoughts, admiring the rain through the window, you like the rain.

Minghao chuckled softly. "Of course, I'll take you home, what else would I do besides taking you?" He replied with an amused tone in his voice.

"Where else do you want me to take you?" Minghao replied once more in a teasing tone, his eyes glancing at you again before returning his focus to the road.

"If it turns out you want to kidnap me, who knows?" You replied with a faint smile. Minghao chuckled at your words. He knew you were joking, but he couldn't help but reply. "That's right, who knows," he said with a smirk. "Maybe I'll kidnap you...and then keep you for myself?" Hao glanced at you again with a raised eyebrow, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"You don't mind right...hmh?" Hao added with a light laugh, his tone filled with amused. His words crossed your mind, making you pause and only smile faintly with a small chuckle. Creating a feeling and moment that was increasingly familiar and full of nostalgia. It made you sink into your thoughts.

Can be said, the person next to you now used to like to tease and joke words to make you smile...and at the same time make you flustered. Many past moments are playing in your head, which you have not moved on. Making feelings of happiness and at the same time... ached.

A moment of silence, making Minghao notice your sudden silence and your faint smile. Minghao can't help but notice the way you play with your fingers. He glances at you again, his expression softening slightly. Minghao tries hard to gauge your thoughts.

"Are you okay?".

"Yeah... I'm fine, just a little tired..." you said, shrugging and looking out the car window, watching the rain fall heavily and drip on the window. Minghao could sense there was something more behind your words, but he didn't want to press too much.

He knew you tended to keep your feelings to yourself. He kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at you. Hao could tell you were staring out the window, lost in thought again.

The rain continued to fall, although it was no longer as heavy. Rain like this, reminded him of me and him, how when we were teenagers and friends-when it rained we would immediately go outside and go to the yard to bathe in the rain together...or just sit on the porch and watch the raindrops hit the ground.

"Tired, huh?" Hao mused, his tone soft. "You are too hard on yourself, you should pay more attention to yourself." You furrowed your brows and took a deep breath, hunching your shoulders slightly. A few minutes later you broke the silence with your low tone, almost like muttering to yourself.

"Why... why do you care about me, Hao..." Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly hearing your mumbled question, his expression a little serious. He had to pause for a moment before answering.

"Why do I care about you?" Hao repeated your words softly. "You know why..." His voice trailed off, a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes. Hao swallowed, trying to control his emotions. Minghao paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

He knew that the answer to your question was the answer he had been fighting for. "Because... after we were separated, I couldn't stop caring about you." Minghao's voice was almost a whisper. "You're my friend, a part of my life for a long time, and even though we're not together, it doesn't erase all the memories, the feelings..."

You swallowed, feeling your throat a little tight and dry. You continued to look out the window without looking at him. It was funny and so skeptical what you felt from his words. but maybe it was the honesty he threw at you even though he had left you for his marriage to another woman.

"You're already with someone new, your family and your wife... why do you still care about me...?" You actually didn't expect this meeting to happen, after being apart for so many years and suddenly meeting him again made you a little conflicted. Minghao chuckled wryly, a bitter smile plastered on the corner of his mouth.

He knew his words must sound unreasonable to you. After all, he was married now, yet here he was, admitting that he still cared about you. "It might sound ironic, huh." Hao said softly, "But the problem of my feelings for you will never go away, the main thing is I still care about you" Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His words made you amused, almost making you laugh with his statement. And now he brought up his feelings for you. You just kept quiet and closed your eyes, listening to his statement and also his explanation

"Oh yeah?...anyway, how are you... i mean your job...and your family? Is your daughter okay now?" Minghao was silent, his gaze also became tense with your question. Before answering, he took a deep breath...he wondered to himself, how did you know that he now had a daughter?

"I've been fine all this time, my job..., it's going smoothly even though sometimes hectic and very busy. And...about family, my wife, my marriage...it's a bit complicated." Hearing his answer, now makes you feel guilty asking something like that, feeling that the current situation is very wrong with this meeting.

"Good, This...I hope today is our last meeting, hao" you replied. Minghao watched you and raised his eyebrows when he heard your words. He knew that the current situation was uncomfortable and wrong for you, "I know this is wrong for you," he said, his tone low. "Indeed I'm married now, and I shouldn't have to feel that I care about you anymore."

He replied, trying to push away the feelings that had resurfaced. "But you don't know, it's hard for me to pretend that I don't care about you until now." Minghao's hand slowly rose, as he held your tiny hand, pulling it slowly towards him.

The impulsive action was enough to make you furrow your eyebrows in surprise when he started to place your hand on his chest. He held your hand on his chest, his heartbeat pounding in your palm. Hao's gaze was fixed on the road in front of him, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Do you feel it?" Hao murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

"It, happened when I was near you,"

"Hao...-" You swallowed, your eyes widening in surprise at his actions. You could only grip your fingers tightly and bite your lip while continuing to stare straight ahead, trying to block out the feeling he was giving you.

You tried to shake this feeling, trying to free your hand from his embrace. "Heard me..., don't let go, I wanna say something" he continued, but you kept on snickering and wanting to let go of your hand, making him sigh deeply and tighten his grip on your wrist.

Minghao squeezed your hand when he felt you trying to pull away. He didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on to this moment, this feeling, a little longer. "I know this is wrong," he replied, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

"I just wanna say, that I miss you... I'm tired, I'm tired after my wedding, I choose to focus on my new life, but..."

"Your presence was never fade in my mind..." "I realize, that I'm longing for you all this time..."

"Just for today, can we forget everything else, I consider tonight a reunion and a moment for us to meet again ?"

Your mind is now conflicted and opened by the moment past with him, you want to forget everything and force your past thoughts not to come out, but not with his heartbeat, his warm body radiating from your tiny hand lying on his chest.

Open all the old memories with him, when you spent time with him, establish a relationship as friends but like a couple date do, even more than that...sharing experiences...giving each other first kiss, first night...and other things.

Moments from your past replayed in your mind at that moment. How you first met him, it was your first sight...you started to befriend him since you were in grade and graduated from high school.

Who would have thought, as time went by you and him had feelings for each other, which were not yet known and wanted to express those feelings openly... but about that, you and him were afraid that it would ruin your friendship that you two have later.

Without you realizing, that you started to live a friend with benefits relationship with him, having time and moments spent almost like partners in love, but with the word 'Friend'.

With your friendship, you and he often share experiences together, help each other when you and he are in a down or difficult time. Share complaints, and provide motivation. Always be there for each other, both in joy and sorrow. Of course during your college years, you and he also help with 'needs' problems, and several other problems, like they said... True friends should be able to help each other, and give them benefits.

He helps you a lot, and vice versa you to him. He even once helped you find a partner, but... you refused it. You said at that time, "For me, a partner can be called a friend... you are my friend, so why should I look for a partner?"

And in the end, you are already in your comfort zone when you are with him.

If he wasn't your friend, you probably wouldn't have come to this fucking wedding shit for you, that day you saw him with that woman, celebrating their special wedding day. All the guests and their family were happy on that day.

The lines of your lips lift, a smile clearly etched as a form of happiness. As his friend, you are a special guest for him. Your eyes are flooded with tears, along with your smile, but those are not tears of happiness but rather, you are powerless...your chest feels tight, you feel like you just want to go home and cry alone in your room that day.

You are looking at this arranged marriage before your eyes, even though...your lips tremble, your eyes are filled with tears, every time he says the words of the wedding vows to his bride it makes you helpless, knowing that he actually only said those vows to another woman who will be his wife, and it's not you.

What's the point of thinking like that anyway...? After all, you're just his friend... You as his friend should be cheerish and support him, happy when he is in happy.

Remembering that moment, you could only close your eyes that couldn't hold your tears anymore, letting them drip down your cheeks slowly. Now that moment is just a memory, a sweet memory that might never happen again.

Has he broken his promise now? All of that seems like a lie to you.

"I promise I won't leave my friend..." "I promise I won't be in a relationship before my friend be in too."

It's a lie, everything is a lie... "I want it with you, hao...nothing someone else, but just only you..."

To be continued~

there will be part 2, and up sometime later.