#m:xmh

info: minghao/reader ft. junhui, angst, g word ct: 500 | warnings: none summary: when you're in love, you never want them to worry

“Minghao, dance with me.”

He looked up at her expectantly, an encouraging smile on her already beautiful face. Unconsciously, he nodded, reaching towards her extended hand. As she pulled him to his feet, he paused for only a second, taking in her graceful features so that he’d never forget them. For the rest of eternity, he wanted to remember this moment.

“Of course.”

Her smile widened and his heart swelled. Never, in all his life, had he been more in love. He twirled her around and her purple dress swirled with them. Everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect, and Minghao had never been happier. She gazed up at him, the moon and the stars reflected in her eyes, promising him something that he didn’t deserve, but wanted nonetheless. He looked at her and he could see his future, his dreams, he would’ve given anything to hold her in his arms.

“It’s so beautiful out.”

She breathed easily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and a gentle laugh escaping her exquisite lips. Her voice enticed him in a way that he didn’t understand. They danced in joy, or maybe just because they could. He had no idea nor did he honestly care. She was with him and that’s all that mattered. Seeing her without inhibitions and free, it warmed his heart. She was the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“Are you two having fun?”

Five words. Five little worlds and Minghao’s dream completely shattered. She was still standing in front of him, that same smile still on her face, but it was his friend Junhui who walked up to her and held her in his arms. That was the reality, the truth. Xu Minghao fell in love with his best friend from grade school, she fell in love with Wen Junhui. Someone he considered to be his brother.

“Of course.”

Minghao did his best to maintain his composure, because it wasn’t the first time he let his imagination get away from him. That was something he both hated and loved about her, she made him forget everything. When she was with him she had the power to take him to another world. To her world. Where anything seemed possible, but in the end was obviously not. She was in love with Junhui, that much would never change. No matter how much he hated it.

“Minghao, you don’t look so good.”

She looked at him with concern, but what did she expect from him? How should a man look when he’s stuck on someone who would never love him? How should he look when he had to watch his brother hold the woman that they both loved in his arms? How should he look after giving them his blessing, because her happiness was more important to him than his own selfishness? How many times could he smile at her, and promise that he was okay?

“I’m okay.”

How many times would he lie to her? How many times would he soothe her worried heart, because even existing in her life was enough for him? How could he tell her anything besides what she wanted to hear? She was the sun, the moon, and the stars. He had given her his heart, and would give her anything still.

| love letter |

➸ pairing: minghao x reader ➸ warnings: morning sex, marking, angst ➸ tags: @haos-the-tea​ (because she loves minghao hehe <3)

➸ a/n: thank you so much for the love, bb!! i hope you enjoy this lil drabble hehe

The warm glow of the sun filters through your blinds, leaving abstract shadows across Minghao’s face. His movements are slow, deliberate, and he gently rocks his hips into yours as though he’s trying to draw out each soft pant that leaves your lips. Your fingers grip at the sheets of his bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his mouth ghost down the column of your neck to your collarbone where he nips at the skin affectionately. The stillness of the morning only pushes you to become more and more enveloped in each of his soft touches without a thought to what is to come next, what happens when it’s over. 

The comforter rustles as he continues on lower and begins to suckle at your bare chest, forming blossoms of bruises that he soothes with soft licks of his tongue. When he lifts himself to admire his work, the sight of you underneath him, with your swollen lips parted and eyes glazed over with bliss, he realizes he still has so much that he left unsaid. The feeling simmers in his chest, heavy and stifling, and he rests his head at the crook of your neck as he tries to put it into words. Before it’s too late, before he can never say it again. But as much as he wants to say them, the words don’t come. He tells himself that the moment isn’t right, that he should let the two of you savor each other without interruption; deep down, he knows he’s a coward. 

For now, Minghao chooses to continue marking your body, leaving behind traces of him for you to find once he is gone. Maybe when you look at them later, when they’re deep and purple and he’s thousands of miles away, you’ll be able to understand the words he couldn’t say out loud, like a love letter on your skin.

i think minghao with a corruption kink would be very gentle! especially if he knows just how inexperienced you are, then he wouldn’t want to add any pressure. despite how badly minghao wants to explore your body, your comfort is what he values most and together you will take things one step at a time! this just floated into my mind but minghao showing you how to masturbate? 😣 you ask him for guidance since you believe you’re not really doing it right or that it’s not feeling as good as you expected? and of course minghao behaves calmly (though on the inside he’s probably a mess)

you’re leaning back against his chest, underwear discarded, wearing one of his big shirts while you nervously show minghao your usual routine. and then he softly interrupts you like, “is it okay if i touch you? can i teach you something, baby?” 💘🥺 as soon as his fingers spread your lips, his other hand massaging deep circles against your clit, you just can’t help whimpering and reaching your grip all across the bedsheets at the new sensation. you tell him that it feels a lot better when he’s touching you, so minghao doesn’t miss the opportunity and asks if it’s okay that he makes you cum.

| frills & thrills |

➸ pairing: sub maid!minghao x dom!reader  ➸ warnings: dick licking, dirty talk ➸ tags: @haos-the-tea, @chewmycherry

➸ a/n: hi merlot heheheheh thanks for sending this in!! i kinda rushed this so i’m sorry if it sucks but AHHH i hope you like subby minghao in his pretty little dress!!! 

Minghao keeps his eyes trained at your feet and nervously picks at the lace that lines the hem of his dress. He is acutely aware of how your eyes hungrily rake over his form, how they drink in the little black maid dress and its puffy sleeve and the soft white garter stockings that hug his lean frame. When you tell him to come to sit on your bed, he does so without any hesitation, scrambling to sit with his back resting against your pillows like he knows he’s supposed to. You follow after him, and he slowly spreads his legs to accommodate you until you’re kneeling in front of him and raking your nails over the soft flesh of his thighs.

His own fingers tightly clutch at the baby pink sheets underneath him. You flip up the skirt of the dress and smirk when you find that he’s wearing no underwear, his cock already red and leaking from the tip. If he’s being honest, he had been hard from the moment he had slipped into the dress, having imagined all the things you would do to him once you got home. “You look so pretty for me,” you say, leaning forward to lick at the pearly liquid. His eyes flutter close, a whine leaving his throat in response. “I can’t wait to ruin you.”

warning: mentions of choking & degradation

YES 🤭 i love those plots where the relationship is no longer viable, yet there’s still a repressed yearning between the characters. they want to make amends, but are both equally stubborn toward admitting their faults & making progression. you and minghao had a terribly bitter fall out, in which you barreled throughout the apartment, cramming everything that belonged to you in a suitcase while there’s a hot burn in your throat. minghao hates to see you go. he feels the tears sting against their ducts though he refuses to let them fall, instead sharply snapping, “fine, leave! see if i fucking care!” as you shove past him to the door. just before you vanish, you look over your shoulder and spit, “i hate you, minghao. i really do.”

beneath the indignant pain, you know you’re lying through your teeth. you two encounter each other at a nightclub a month later, to which you’re both consumed by passionate anger and lash out senselessly. one moment you’re screaming at minghao in the middle of the heavy, dark air, and then a moment later he’s locking the washroom door just before cornering you against it. neither of you can resist the other – minghao has his hand wrapped around your throat, his teeth biting down on the cusp of your ear as he twists your underwear aside to push his cock inside you. of course, he mercilessly taunts you: “look at you, baby, drooling and moaning just because my cock is so fucking deep inside you. mmm, but i thought you hated me, sweetheart? should i stop? tell me what you want, fucking whore.”

GOD!! such an enlightening statement!! but why do i get the feeling that minghao would make you work for it 😭👀 if you want him to cum inside of you, minghao will only succumb to your desires if you beg him!! and he won’t be satisfied by any tiny sniffles or weak pleas or dampened eyes either… each time he fucks you, and he’s unsatisfied with your begging, he’ll simply cum onto onto your stomach instead. he wants to hear your hiccuping sobs about how desperately you need him to fill you.

ohh, an interesting question! i haven’t thought about this much but i will give my best assumptions. 

warnings: knifeplay / bloodplay / choking / general dark themes. before you engage in this sort of behaviour it is extremely important to establish a consensual relationship and understand the boundaries pertaining to each partner!