#myungho x yn

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✰Highschool sweethearts - Myungho✰

✰Special thanks too: @/nabiii_jk, Myungho, 8Turn

✰Note: I'm so sorry I kept getting busy and had no time to finish or publish it but I hope you enjoy oh also there won't be updates for two weeks cuz one my birthday is on the 12th And too I have to leave the state for a wedding ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BIRTHDAY TWIN

✰TW: kissing :

✰Words: 889

✰Genre: high school sweethearts : class mates to lovers : Love at first sight : high school AU :

✰Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece - @mxlly143

10-10-23

Myungho always admired you from a far, whenever your not looking Myungho always is, his friends encourage him to talk to you, and he tries but someone else always comes up and you shut him down, over time Myungho got used to being someone from the shadows instead of actually talking to you.

Today however Myungho had enough, marching his way up to you, making sure no one needed you, tapping your shoulder, he said "hey Yn right?" He asked politely, in response you giggled, shy having your long term crush come up to you, "yeah, Myungho right?" You asked in a teasing tone, Myungho giggled nodding his head.

"Did you need something?" You asked admiring his features, Myungho blushed taking a step back slightly, "yeah I-um I wanted to ask if you'd like to hang out" Myungho said scratching the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed, you nodded your head "of course! You seen fun to hang out with" you giggled, Myungho's smile grew "perfect! Is tomorrow good for you? Or is that too soon..." He mumbled the last part.

Nodding your head you pull out your phone "here give me your number so we can arrange the time and place" you giggled, your palms felt clammy and the hair around you was progressively getting hotter, Myungho nodded grabbing your phone from you, he typed his number in, saving his contact and sending a message to himself.

"Thank you" he suddenly said handing your phone back to you, "Wait why are you thanking me?" You smiled up at him, "for agreeing to hang out with me" Myungho softly stated a smile growing on his face, a blush took over yours as you tried to hide it, "thank you for asking me to hang out" you giggled like a school kid talking to their crush, in this situation you were.

Later that evening your phone pinge, with a message from Myungho, a smile grew wide on your face as you read the text 'Hey! If you don't mind I could come pick you up, like to hang out...if you still want to that is!' the words read out, quickly responding 'For sure! I'm still down to hang out, my address is xxxx' you typed, your blush growing deeper the more you two talked.

A few hours later Myungho arrived to take you out, "hi" you said slightly awkwardly, Myungho chuckled, "you ready?" He asked, you nodded your head locking the door before leaving. The hang out went well, the two of you had your comfortable conversations, never falling boring, Myungho dropped you off at home, your conversations continuing on texts.

Myungho even convinced you to let him drive you to school the next morning, sitting in the front seat laughing at what each other said "Wait how do you even have a car your not much older than me" you giggled "My parents said they didn't wanna keep waking up early to drive me to school, so as soon as they could they got me my license" Myungho said stopping at a red light, "Lucky my parents won't let me drive till I'm either 18 or 19" you sighed.

"Don't be upset about it! If you decide to keep me around I could drive you everywhere" Myungho said placing a comforting hand over your knee, the 24 hours youve been talking, you and Myungho grew strangely close, both willing to open up almost immediately, breaking yourself from your thoughts you see Myungho pull over, no where near close to school grounds you look at him confused.

Myungho sighs nervous "listen Yn, I'll tell you the real reason I wanted to hang out with you" Myungho said wiping his hands on his school slacks, nervousness building in you as you waited for him, "I like you.." Myungho said, silence took over the car, his words sounded like the 7 trumpets of the lord, emotions ripped through you like a title wave, comfort, relief, giddiness, the urge to scream and cry of relief was strong.

Myungho took your silence as a bad thing, sighing sadly "it's ok, I understand you don't like me back.." Myungho said his expression representing that, of a kicked puppy, sadness evident all over his face, panicking you quickly stammered out an answer "Myungho I'm in love with you" you said quickly.

Myungho gasped, relief taking over him, "in that case, Yn....will you be my lover?" He asked his nervousness washing away, you nodded your head, Myungho pulled you in to a kiss, your side painfully pushed into the middle console, too high on cloud nine(9) to care, you kissed back, pulling away when it became suffocating.

The two of you arrived at school hands latched to one another as you giggled at everything you saw, most kids assumed you two were high, yours and Myungho's name flocked through multiple group chats, although you and Myungho were too enthralled with one another too care.

[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?”