#the8 soft hours

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | ‘Niū Niū’ & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’

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Back 2 Back

“Should I come in? It looks pretty full.” Minghao laughed as he entered the bathroom where Jun had joined you for bath time. Who was responsible for the mass amounts of bubbles and the empty bottle of bubble bath on the floor would remain a mystery.

“Bàba! Are you gonna come in too?” You asked, pouting with big puppy eyes, the bubble tower Jun had been building on your head nearly flying off as you splashed excitedly in the tub.

Jun suppressed his snickering. Even though Hao knew exactly what you were doing, it didn’t decrease its power at all.

Minghao immediately grumbled and started taking off his clothes, grabbing a towel for when he’d get out. A minute or two wouldn’t hurt. Sinking into the bubbles with a side of water, he was surprised it didn’t spill over the edge, though it tried. You giggled happily and moved to snuggle against him.

“Wahh now Daddy’s cold” Jun complained, making a show of shivering as if 80% of his body wasn't submerged in warm water. He was completely shameless about begging for your attention, always one-upping Hao. Still, you hadn’t seen your Bàba all day. Daddy would survive without you for just a little bit.

“Oh hush.” Hao rolled his eyes, his airy giggle making your heart fluttery and warm. Warmer than the bath or his arms that came snuggly around you as he left a kiss on your nose and smoothing away the bubbles on your head.

“Did he even wash you yet, Niū Niū?” he teased, poking two fingers at your side to make you squeal.

“Hey!” Jun snorted into the water, his body now submerged almost fully, stopping just below his nose as he waited patiently for his Xiǎo gōng zhǔ to return to him.

“Yep! All clean!! Daddy let me shower with him before we got in the bath!”, you nodded, resting your cheek against him as he cupped your face in his hands sweetly.

“Even behind your ears?” Minghao rubbed his nose against yours, eyes crinkled affectionately as he smiled.

Jun grumbled to himself and considered splashing a nice sized wave in Hao’s direction but deemed it wasn’t worth it, you being the casualty.

“All clean! Daddy washes the bestest!” You beamed before bringing one hand over the side of your mouth, whispering not so quietly, “but Bàba dries the bestest”

“Yah! I heard that!!”

You giggled and found yourself in Jun’s arms again, the complaints immediately coming to a halt.

“Okay! Daddy be the yellow ducky and Bàba be the green ducky and I can be the baby ducky. I have to be because it’s pink, see?”

“Yes I see. But you’re always gonna be the baby no matter what, little ducky.” Jun teased and kissed your cheek loudly with a ‘MWAH’.

Both of them took their acting parts very seriously, playing and splashing along with you proudly until the water was cold.

“Look, kitten. Bàba is shivering. He’s not invincible at all.” Jun laughed.

“I never claimed to be!” Hao defended. Why was he defending himself? Who wouldn’t be shivering sitting in cold water?? There was plenty of room to tease your cold-loathing-Bàba, but he wasn’t the one whose teeth were chattering away even being embraced in your Daddy’s warmth.

“I cold too, Daddyyy.” You frowned, shaking and wiggling in place impatiently as Jun stood with a smile. Fetching the towel and opening it wide for you. Anything for you.

“What about me?” Hao pouted, betrayed.

“Get your own.” Jun stuck his tongue out as he squeezed your tight and began drying you off.

“But I got that one.” Hao huffed and flipped the plug for the tub before getting out to fetch another towel. He’d have to dry quick, he was the best dryer after all. But by the time he dried off and began dressing, Jun had you sat on the counter, wrapped in your towel and was already blow drying your hair.

“That’s my job!” Hao insisted and Jun gave him the hair dryer with a grin, only teasing and went to fetch himself some clothes. Though if he had it his way he’d probably never wear clothes.

Once your hair was dry, you half asleep and barely noticing the blaring, cozy air had stopped, Minghao made quick work of winding it up and tucking it away in the cupboard.

“Oh I thought it was movie night, Baōbèi. Bedtime already?” He beamed so fondly, stroking your soft locks before tucking a piece gently behind your ear.

“Huh?” With that your eyes shot open, remembering you had to be the first to the sofa to have first pick.

Hopping off the counter, leaving a giggling Bàba behind, you zoomed out of the bathroom and down the hall to the living room to find your Daddy grinning smugly with the remote in his hand. Before you could pout, he opened his arms wide and pulled you into his lap when you crashed into him, giving you the remote.

“That’s cheating.” Hao plopped down beside you, putting his arm over the back of the sofa as you fumbled with the buttons, “let Bàba do it.”

They liked to play pretend sometimes as if anyone but you would be picking the film. Happy with your choice, once the movie was playing, the three of you became a tangle of limbs under a throw blanket until inevitably you’d fall asleep in their arms

🧸Endnote: ‘Niū Niū’ means little girl & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’ means little princess. You know I’d never miss Hao day!! But you don’t get one without the other hehe (only kidding//sometimes) My JunHao are my whole world ㅠ ㅠ I hope Myungho has a wonderful birthday and Junnie bugs him a lot!! 我爱你!! ALSO THE NEW ALBUM?! Woozi really is a God of Music!! I cannot pick a favorite track (though Back 2 Back is probably taking first) Ofc still on hiatus because now I am so busy and looking back realizing it’s now been over three months. I miss writing I do ㅠ ㅠ 💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[blue-jisungs]

JASMINE

author's note. this is so cliche i’m so sorry .. also tysm @slytherinshua for the banner<333

summary. just bf hao adoring his gf:(

word count. 720

before you minghao had this tendency to sit in silence, alone in his room and do his hobbies. completely shut off from the world, silence or soft jazz music filling his apartment; just him and his reading, painting, tea brewing or mediating. he enjoyed enjoying his hobbies alone. 

minghao loves, adores art. it’s no secret. he always has and probably will, even when he’s wrinkly and old. and he considers himself a lucky for that, and for you. because you are art itself. 

which is why, with time he realized that he could combine two things he loves together. 

as cocky as he can get, minghao felt a little shy and preferred to only sketch you at first. he bought a special sketchbook, grainy and yellowish sheets ready to be filled with various doodles of (mostly) you. 

while you slept, did your assignments, cooked or watered plants. minghao could just stare and you in all those mundane moments, finding endless inspiration. but nothing more than that: your figure was engraved in the depth of his sketchbook, for now. 

sometimes he’d hide behind closed doors, sinking in his own world. when your relationship was still fairly fresh, you were nervous to disturb him. but with time it changed, as he progressively left his door open and hinted on having you with him. 

just like today. 

rain drumming a steady rhythm on the window, pleasantly blending with the sounds of jazz in the room. warm light shone on minghao’s painfully white canvas. 

he was tapping his finger against the brush, hands resting on his thighs. the smell of vanilla candles and fresh laundry filled his senses as he spaced out, observing the raindrops rolling down the glass. 

there was will to paint but no inspiration. 

letting out a deep sigh, as if that was going to change something, he closed his eyes. 

then, he heard soft paddled sound of your footsteps. a smile subconsciously bloomed on his face and then the sound became clearer. 

he peeked an eye open and saw your figure standing in the doorframe. you grinned upon the cute sight and then stepped closer to put the small tray on a wooden stool next to him, careful not to spill his paint water. 

the delicious smell of jasmine tea hit his nostrils and then he observed you grab one of the cut up fruits. 

“how’s it going?” you asked tenderly and tapped his chin. minghao opened his mouth and let you feed him, the sweet taste of his favorite snack melting on his tongue. 

“quite fruitless” he snickered and you snorted at the pun. then you glanced at the blank canvas. 

his gaze lingered on you and minghao put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer ever so gently. “i could paint your beauty… that’s if… you know, let me”

as your lips fell agape and blush creeped on your cheeks, you were too speechless to respond. 

he smiled softly and rubbed his thumbs on your skin. 

“yeah, okay. if you want!” you grinned, noticing how his face lit up “do you want me to pose or something?”

“no, you can just… be, you know? keep me company” minghao hummed and you leaned closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. 

“understood. let me just grab my book then, mr painter” you announced and left, trying to tone down your excitement.

sitting on top of the world

just cue

missing a puzzle i swear it’s you 

while your boyfriend painted you, basking in the gentle yellow light as you read, the rain started to ease out. time passed by slowly but in a pleasant manner, you two occasionally exchanging glances. 

you were curious about the paining, especially when you noticed he mostly used two colors. 

the lecture in your hands began to get boring which caused your eyes to slowly drop. minghao noticed this and his heart squeezed upon the cute sight. 

by the time he was done, you dozed off in the armchair. 

he stood up and stretched, admiring his artwork.

then, he walked up to his muse and wrapped a warm blanket around your resting figure. 

you know i can paint the world

sitting there in black and gold

you’re the perfect chemical

i gotta test i gotta know

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[rreynca]

ITS LIKE A POLAROID LOVE

PAIRING bf ! maknae line x gf ! reader

GENRE fluff, established rs

PAIRING none

[babyleostuff]

soft hours for minghao?? i

you’ve been overloaded with work and just so so stressed out and feeling overworked so when u come home from practice super stressed hao just pampers u so much:’)

i'm in serious need of some Hao cuddles :(((

He’d definitely know that you were having a bad day, because you didn’t respond to his “good morning” text, which you always did. Then you went radio silent for the whole day, so he was sure you’d be in need of cuddles and some pampering. 

And that’s exactly what you got when you got home, he immediately pushed you in the direction of the bathroom, telling you to take a nice shower, while he prepared the food and your favourite snacks. 

In the bathroom you’d find his shorts and his hoodie ready for you to wear after the shower, and even though you were drowning in his clothes, they made you the most relaxed you had been in a week. Plus, they smelled like him. 

Even though Hao wasn’t a fan of eating in bed, he always made exceptions for you, so he put on your comfort movie and passed you the dinner that he made (which also happened to be one of your favourites) and tea that he always made for you before bed. 

After you finished eating you could feel your eyelids getting heavier, so Mingaho quickly took the plate and cup from you, so you wouldn’t burn yourself by accident, and placed them on his bedside table. 

Minghao would make sure to tuck you in properly, and ask if you were still cold, having an extra blanket ready, just in case. Then, he’d pull out a book, and place your head right in the crook of his neck, wrapping one of his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. 

His soothing voice, the way he was stroking your head, and the warmth of his body quickly lulled you to sleep, your weight getting heavier and heavier on his shoulder, making his smile softly at you, because finally you’d get some rest. 

He pecked your forehead delicately, before shutting off the lights, and cuddling into you.

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[etherealyoungk]

heyy there! i genuinely love your works<3

may I request soft domestic thoughts for performance unit??

hii, thank you <3 i hope these were domestic enough lol

coming home to find out that hoshi ate your last slice of pizza that you were saving and now you're mad at him, crossing your arms as your glare at him and he's just trying to tell you that he was hungry and wanted to eat something. you can't blame him, it was really good pizza but you let it off since you're not in the mood to argue. 20 minutes later your doorbell rings and he's presenting you with a whole new pizza, getting on his knees dramatically with the pizza box. "my highness, your pizza is here", he says and you can't help but laugh at his silly antics. he feeds you the first bite and smiles proudly. how can you not love this man.

waking up to jun trying to make you your favorite breakfast, except he realizes he doesn't really know your preference of eggs. he's seen you eat them in different ways but what if you wanted a boiled egg today, not a scrambled one? so he makes his way to you, finding you still buried under the sheets. the bed dips with his weight as he looks down at you with a soft smile. he leans down and places a soft kiss on your cheek, and another, before you're stirring awake slowly and opening your eyes to see jun's pretty face. "good morning sleepyhead", he says. "good morning junnie", you say. "how do you want your eggs today love?" he asks. you think for a few seconds before telling him you want a fried egg and he's nodding his head. "breakfast will be ready soon", he adds, giving you one last kiss before heading back out to the kitchen again.

having evening tea sessions with minghao would be a way to unwind and relax. he notices your stressed out? he'll prepare some tea for you, light some candles, put on some soft music, and sit with you on the couch. he'll talk to you or maybe even read some poems he found interesting or liked. it would be so soothing, gentle, calming and so wholesome and relaxing.

it's not your fault that chan's t-shirts and hoodies are magically more comfortable than yours. so you always end up stealing his stuff to wear. he doesn't mind though because he loves seeing you in them. he thinks you look cute, especially when you wear his hoodies and they give you those sweater paws that he thinks are absolutely adorable. but there's this one particular hoodie of his you love to wear and when you can't find it anywhere, you're going around the house trying to look for it, only to find chan is wearing it. he's wearing your hoodie (technically his). "babe, you're wearing my hoodie", you say when you find chan on the couch. he looks down at what he's wearing and is confused. "this is mine?", he says as he looks at you. "but i love wearing that one, it's the warmest and coziest, and smells of you", you say and he smiles. he'll pull you in for a hug and wrap his arms around you. "always stealing my things", he says teasingly. "and ended up stealing my heart too", he adds, making you chuckle before kissing you.

[wheeboo]

rania >_< saw that ur soft hours were open and i cried bc i’ve been thinking abt hao and how he’d give the best head and neck massages ever ..,, wanna cry thinking abt him soothing tension away while watching some show together .,,

mika ml !!! no cuz hao would give the best comforting messages ever :'( anyway i hope lil blurb is good for u <3

there was a certain superpower that your boyfriend had, which was this uncanny ability to encase you in the arms of his comfort just so effortlessly. you don't even have to mention anything about your day for him to notice that particular frown to your lips the moment you walk through the door, to see the dullness in your eyes and the way your body seemed to carry an extra weight when you trudge towards him on the couch.

the sight puts minghao on his extra attentive mode, which is how you found yourself sitting on the couch in front of him in between his legs, feeling the way his hands seem to knead at the knots in your shoulders even before he made contact with your skin. his fingers had an intuitive knowledge of the contours of your body, tracing the well-worn paths of tension as if he had been doing this for a lifetime.

as the noise in the background from the show you were watching together became white noise, minghao's touch was the only thing that mattered in that moment, almost as if he was absorbing the stress away from your body. you let out a contented sigh as his fingers worked its magic, your eyes closing as the worries of the day began to fade away. minghao always had a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world, and in moments like these, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else but in his arms.

the sound from your lips makes him faintly smile, prompting in to lean in just slightly to press a few feathery, lingering kisses to the top of your shoulder, trailing them towards the nape of your neck. each kiss was like a whisper of affection in your ears, causing your breath to hitch with every single one, and it sends a delightful shiver down your spine.

"hao..." you sigh out his name.

"hmm?" minghao responds softly, lips brushing your skin as he continued to press those tender kisses along your shoulder and neck.

"that feels good," you mutter, and your words make him smile against your skin.

he presses one last kiss to your neck. "i'm glad, sweetheart."

with the tv show practically fading into insignificance now--you both can replay the episode later--you can feel the knots in your shoulders surrender completely to his expert touch, applying just the right amount of pressure to the right areas, and melting you away into a blissful state of relaxation. his fingers glide over your skin with precision and care, and it makes you feel weightless.

you don't know how much time had passed by the time the touch of his hands cease away, and you find yourself turning around to face him. there's a lazy smile that crosses your face as you lean him to give him a grateful kiss to his lips, hoping that it was enough to emphasise the amount of thank you's you wanted to pour out of your body. and when you pull back, you spot that soft look to his face that you've fallen for more many, many times.

he leans in for another kiss, this time a bit deeper, a bit more passionate. his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens just slightly.

"hao," you call against his lips. "the show--"

minghao's lips, still lingering near yours, form a playful smile. "the show can wait."

[horanghoe]

waiting - minghao drabble

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group/members: Seventeen - Minghao (THE8) 

pairing: Reader x Minghao (THE8) 

genre: fluff // SFW

word count: 250 approx

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Can’t Fight - Lianne La Havas

Mariposa - Radiant Children

Move Me No Mountain - Chaka Khan, Lew Hahn

Sour Flower - Lianne La Havas

The rain pillowed the silence. 

Waiting. Waiting, for a long, long time.

Pattering against the street and allowing soft white wet noise to permeate the space.

“You’re going to get a cold if you keep waiting outside of my place like that.”

A voice mumbled from behind you. Accompanied by a chiming doorbell and footsteps moving out onto the small side street.

Minghao had finished his days shift; a barista with the patience of a mountain.

He looked tired. Fatigued, but not distressed. Like a lovingly broken spine of a hardback book, the sight was welcome.

“I don’t mind.” You whispered back; meeting him for a brief exchange. A cheek-pressed kiss. Meeting of tired eyes. 

His palm lingered at your waist when his body pulled away. It always did. It found a home there.

People pulling past in the street. Shuffling to stay on the pavement, pressing you against Minghao until your hand pressed his coat.

“I mind.” He mumbled.

Meeting your smile.

Minghao's umbrella swooped up, billowing above and behind your heads, once the space was once again free. Encompassing you both as his elbow tugged you into his space. 

Lips pressed against your hair, cheeks and heart-burning embers firing a furnace inside each person's cheeks.

“I mind a lot. Bring a coat next time?”

A coy smile, a nod and a slyly winking eye got you by most of the time.

“Sure.” 

Home was never too far out of reach; setting a slow speechless pace through the quiet early-eve streets and walking into warmth away from the patient storm's eye.

Well would you look at that: updated 07/SEPTEMBER/2022

[harperwasstaken1]

My notes app is quaking rn from me adding more notes.

And these four things represent my notes app...

We ignore the last eight that isnt shown here.

(Ignore my handwriting)

[wooahaes]

late night bite

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader

genre: fluff. coworkers -> lovers au.

warnings: food. flustered mess reader n hao. reader's boss kinda sucks.

word count: ~1.6k

daisy's notes: i miss going to nyc sometimes tbh

The last thing you expected to hear at one in the morning was a knock on your hotel room door. With a deep sigh, you pushed away from the desk you’d situated yourself in—laptop open, spreadsheets on display—and made your way across the room. For a moment, you stopped, hand on the doorknob as you shut your eyes for a moment and prayed that your boss wouldn’t be waiting for you. He’d shoved work onto you that needed to be emailed to another department within the next few hours (of course he’d forget about the timezone difference… or he just didn’t care). Bracing yourself, you cracked it open to peer out into the hallway.

And instead of your boss, there was one Xu Minghao patiently waiting for you.

With a sigh of relief, you pushed the door shut so you could remove the chain and greet him properly. Yet the moment his surname exited your mouth, he shook his head.

“Just Minghao,” he said, softly. “You don’t have to be formal with me here.”

Part of you wanted to ask what exactly he meant. Here, in New York City on a work trip? Or here, at one in the morning when no one else was around to hear you talk? Even on the late nights the two of you spent together in the office, you referred to him formally. Although you weren’t sure how far your relationship with Minghao went. He was a trusted coworker, but you couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling he often left you with. Sometimes it felt like he was the only person who noticed how dedicated you were to your job with the quiet comments he’d make, always praising you in a soft, gentle way. 

“Minghao,” you corrected yourself then, leaning against the doorway of your room. “Is there something I can help you with?”

It was at this point that you noticed he wasn’t dressed like he was heading to bed and decided to pop out. He tucked his hands into jeans, fuzzy sweater sleeves getting pushed back to reveal a sliver of skin at his wrists. Then you caught sight of how deep the sweater’s v-neckline went. Not so far as to be indecent in front of you now, but still far more skin than you'd ever seen from your coworker. How did he always look so effortless? 

“You weren’t at dinner,” he said. “Have you been working this entire time?”

Sure enough, you had. The moment today’s conference ended, your boss had sent you off with a thick stack of things that needed to be done. Emails that you needed to send off for him, documents you needed to copy for his own presentation tomorrow morning (or, well, today now), and a phone call you needed to make after making arrangements. You had had lunch with the rest of your coworkers, and that felt like a distant memory now. All you really remembered now was the way Minghao met your eyes at one point when you were taking  a quick look around to make sure everyone was accounted for, and the tiny smile he’d exchanged with you.

“I’ll see what delivers—”

Minghao shook his head. “I haven’t eaten dinner, either,” he admitted. “Why don’t we go out?”

… Out? You looked back at your laptop. “But…”

“Is there anything pressing?” Minghao paused for just a second. “I can wait, if you need—”

You turned back to face him. “It’s late.”

“The city never sleeps,” he chuckled. “Mingyu told me about this place that’s open late… I’d be more comfortable if you went with me.” 

Could you really spare any time…? It was already late, and you felt guilty when you looked at Minghao. Why didn’t he eat earlier? You made a mental note to speak to Seokmin later, and maybe request that he ensure Minghao ate dinner the next day. With the quiet request for him to give you a few minutes to prepare, you shut your hotel room door and made your way to the closet. You stripped off the button-up shirt and pencil skirt you’d donned earlier (the pains of having to present yourself nicely—the slacks you brought had a stain from when you accidentally drenched your lap in ice coffee) and opted for a plain white t-shirt and jeans instead. If only you had a sweater. Then maybe you and Minghao would look like the two of you had something in common aside from your workplace. With your things tucked into a small bag, you rejoined Minghao outside and the two of you made your way out of the hotel together.

Even at this time of night, there were people out in the city. Not that you expected anything else—there were often people in Seoul out this late, too. Couples going on late night walks, the occasional jogger… All you could do was look at Minghao and admire the way the lights kissed his skin.

“Did he give you work, too?” You found yourself asking without thinking.

“Hm?” 

“Our boss,” you clarified. “I’m just trying to figure out why you didn’t eat dinner.”

Minghao looked down at his phone, and you realized that he was studying directions on a map app. “I wasn’t hungry then,” he admitted. 

“But you’re hungry at one in the morning?” 

He glanced at you for a moment. “Is that strange?”

Immediately, you wanted to swallow your entire fist. “No! No, I just—”

“Relax,” he said, reaching over to ruffle your hair a little. “I’m not offended. I came back to the hotel to lay down for a little, and then I went out with Mingyu and Seokmin to sightsee. You should do the same after today’s conference.”

You didn’t really have anyone to sightsee with, though. Not that you weren’t against going out into the city on your own, but you felt safer when you had someone by your side. 

“It’s not fair that you’re the only one doing more work,” Minghao wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead staring down at his phone. His fingers had curled a little tighter around it. “You work hard enough. You’re the one always following him everywhere and taking notes for him…”

“It’s my job.”

He went to respond, only to press his lips together, nodding. “Right.” Yet the strain in his voice pointed toward the fact that he wanted to argue about it. Strangely enough, you didn’t think he wanted to argue with you over it. Instead, he slowed to a stop, looking up. “It’s across the street,” he said. Then he offered out his hand. 

Without questioning it, you accepted it, and the two of you broke into a run across the oddly-empty street. Not that either of you were complaining. Not when Minghao’s hand was so warm in your own. 

Soon enough, the two of you were tucked away in the corner of the restaurant. You’d started looking over the menu, chewing at your bottom lip. You knew coming to New York would be pricey, but… You wished Minghao had given you a little heads up that this place would have things like pancakes with eggs and a breakfast meat for upwards of twenty dollars. Was that too much? You weren’t sure, but you’d grown used to the hotel’s complimentary breakfast at this point. 

“Don’t worry about the prices,” Minghao said without so much as a glance at you. “It’s my treat.”

You looked up, brows raising a little. “Are you sure? Minghao, you don’t have to—”

“I invited you out,” he stated. “It’s your birthday, too.”

… What? Immediately, you reached for your phone, and, sure enough, it was your birthday. You hadn’t thought much of it until now, your mind was too busy with work to care. Yet it warmed your heart that Minghao remembered, and that he cared enough to make sure you had a proper meal. 

His phone lit up for a moment. All Minghao did was glance at it before immediately flipping it, near-slamming it against the table as he looked away. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. “Is something wrong?”

Minghao refused to meet your eyes for a moment, lips pressed together as color flooded into his cheeks. “Mingyu’s being… Mingyu.” 

That could mean so many things from what you knew about him. “It’s okay, Minghao,” you said, deciding to be a little bolder. Here, you weren’t coworkers. You were two people sharing a meal together on your birthday. You reached across the table, taking his other hand in your own. “You can tell me.”

He looked up, watching you for a moment. Then he pulled his hand away from yours, hiding part of his face as he turned away. “He told me to treat you well on our date.” 

“Is this a date?”

He watched you yet again, trying to figure you out. Then his eyes widened for a moment, realization visibly striking him as cleared his throat. “Do you want it to be?”

With a shy nod, you averted your own gaze. When did this get so embarrassing? Your heart hammered in your chest, face burning hot. 

This time, Minghao reached over to take your hand into his. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’d like that, too.” And instead of pushing the topic any further, he changed it, talking about the places he’ll take you to after today’s conference if you wanted him to go with you.

But you didn’t miss the way he kissed your knuckles, smiling at you. “Happy birthday. Let’s spend more time together today.”

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[vividzzxz]

Svt reaction to being the small spoon while yn is the big spoon while cuddling

Ofccc!! OMG This is so cute.... Why didn't I think of this earlier.. Thanks a lot for the idea.. <333

-S.Coups:

Would definitely be the big spoon, but once in a while he would love being the small spoon if he's stressed or feeling down. He would make himself comfortable all around you, while pressing his face on the crook of your neck with you holding him tight. He would love it when you massage the back of his head with your fingers. Both of you would have cute talks until he falls asleep. (AGH... WHY IS THIS SO DAMN ADORABLE...)

-Jeonghan:

Ngl, he would love being the small spoon. Cuddling with you while having his face pressed into your chest and hugging you tight would be something he would love to do. He would be the big spoon in case you were tired, feeling sick or something, or else he would definitely be the small spoon. He would nuzzle his face onto you neck at times leaving soft kisses which would earn him some giggles from you. Both of you would talk for hours on end about random things.

-Joshua:

He would like to do alternate days and ofc you would too. When you're the big spoon, he would rest his chin on your shoulders, his legs entangled with yours. It would be the best position. At times, you would place kisses on his forehead and talk about the day since he wouldn't be at home most of the time. He takes the time you both get together the most precious of all time. He wants it to be intimate and sweet.

-Jun:

He would love being the big spoon but if you offer to be the big spoon he would definitely take up on that offer. He would love nuzzling his face into your chest while leaving kisses on your collarbone. He would have his hands on your back while you draw small patterns on his face with your fingers. He would definitely love how you take care of him while you're being the big spoon. He would be surprised by the change in behavior and would definitely want to be the small spoon more often.

-Hoshi:

Everything he does convinces me he loves to be the small spoon. Every time you sleep together or cuddle or whatever it is. He wants to be the small spoon. He loves how you look after him when he's the small spoon. He nuzzles his face into the crook on your neck, inhaling you scent and getting comfortable. He would prolly end up falling asleep listening to your talks.

-Wonwoo:

He would prefer being the big spoon but if he's feeling down about something he would definitely want to be the small spoon. And you being the big spoon would definitely make him feel more comfortable and want him to feel better. You would let him cuddle you in anyway he wants. He would nuzzle his face into the side on your neck earning some giggles from you, lifting his spirits.

-Woozi:

He would definitely want you to be the big spoon most of the times. He would be the big spoon only during certain times. He would ask you to either massage the back of his neck or rub his back while cuddling him, and ofc you would do it... He would nuzzle his face onto your chest. He loves when you let him lay on top of you. He definitely loves the feeling of both of you being so close to each other.

-DK:

He would do alternate days like Joshua too. He would even be the big spoon if you ask him to be even if you're supposed to be the big spoon. But the days where you're the big spoon, it's his lucky day. Waking up to feeling you hold him tight with his face nuzzled on the crook of your neck / chest, makes him feel safe. He loves the intimate moment. <33

-Mingyu:

He would usually be the big spoon, because of his wide shoulder and his big body. But when you asked him you wanted to be the big spoon and he ofc let you be the big spoon, he got addicted. He would often want to become the small spoon because he feels way more connected to you this way. He feels your warmth more in this position.

-The8:

He may look like a person who would be the big spoon, but I'm convinced enuff to think he m8 love to be the small spoon. His bubbly personality comes out when he's the small spoon. His small giggles when you talk to him or caress the back of his neck. GAWSH. He would nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck while inhaling you scent. He would have all this small talks with you. He would be the most adorable thing on earth. sksjewsodlc

-Seungkwan:

He's the kind of person who would love being the small spoon. He would love talking to you about your future together while cuddling with you. He especially loves pressing his face into you chest earning him some giggles from you. He loves when you massage his scalp for him while talking to him. He would fall asleep slowly but for sure would fall asleep while you're talking.

-Vernon:

He prefers being the big spoon. But he loves feeling your warmth more directly when you're the big spoon. He feels more cuddly when you're the big spoon. He often tells you how warm your body is. His hands would rest on your bare waist while you hold him tight against your body. He would place soft kisses on you collarbone to neck area too.

-Dino:

How could he not give small spoon vibes. He literally gives the small spoon vibes. Imagine him being cuddled up close to you while you have your fingers entangled in his hair. He presses soft kisses on your neck while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. He would place his face on your chest and would want to hear your heartbeat. He would definitely fall asleep together with you, not wanting you to leave even for a split second.

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GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | VALENTINE’S DAY

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To You

Xu Minghao rarely thought about Valentine’s Day until the day of when gifts, sweets and chocolates from staff, a few friends and occasionally his mother would pour in to be abandoned due to his diet or his general indifference to sweets. Sometimes if the gift was pretty or useful, he’d find a place to display it, otherwise, they’d be forgotten in a closet somewhere or regifted to someone he felt could make better use of it than he would.

He’d never really worried about giving gifts or doing anything special for Valentine's Day that didn’t involve work. Even outside of work, he was surrounded by dudes who were receiving the same sweets and gifts treatment that he was.

With no lover, Valentine’s Day was just another day. But with you, Valentine's Day may as well have been every day. You were the only person he cared to show his undying love and affection for. The only person who he’d go out of his way to gift you your favorite treats and things he knew you needed. He’d find no more satisfaction in anything other than spending his time attached to you and caring for his clumsy, little baby.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t even had time to think about Valentine’s Day this year, his work taking him on a plane, overseas, and on a completely different schedule than you. He’d wanted things to be different now that he had you, but he was ashamed to say, just like last year and the years before, he hadn’t even noticed the day rapidly approaching until the night before. During his performance, heavily panting through the end of a song, it hit him like a truck when he saw a sign with pink and red glitter lettering.

‘The8 Be My Valentine?’

He’d noticed his stage name as his eyes scanned the crowd in front of him as he walked off to the side, finishing his part. It wasn’t the vast amounts of local tourist food he’d been eating making him sick, but the fact that he had no plans, no gifts, no idea what he was going to do.

The moment Seventeen we’re off stage for the night, getting ready to leave, he debated asking any of the members for help, but he had to pick carefully. Half of them were practically dunces when it came to romance and the rest would potentially laugh in his face. Though they meant well, no malice intended, it was unproductive.

Soonyoung? No. Mingyu? Probably not. Vernon? Definitely not.

“Jihoon Hyung?”, Minghao whispered, pained embarrassment on his face as he offered a bottle of water to the older member, his desperate plea.

Prying himself from Soonyoung, directing him to Dokyeom and the others, Jihoon followed Minghao to a corner, out of eavesdropping distance.

“Yea? Are you okay?”, he cracked open the water, giving the younger some space to speak.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?”, Minghao sighed and out his back against the wall.

“Yes.”, Jihoon thought for a moment before rubbing at his temples,”You didn’t.”

“What can I do? Do you have some old love song? What should I buy? How should I buy it? Hyung we aren’t even in the same country. What am I thinking?”, Minghao groaned, rubbing his face with his eyes toward the ceiling.

“I’ve never seen you this worked up.”, Jihoon almost laughed at his dongsaeng's suffering and desperation, it was kind of his own fault, but he thought better of it, “let me make some calls. You at least know what they like, at least that much, right?”

“Yes! I’m not that bad of a boyfriend!”

“Gasp-“, Jun covered his mouth dramatically, halting in his spot as he approached the two, “What did you do?! Did you… this will break Y/n’s heart!”

“What?! It’s not that bad! Hyung, tell him it’s not that bad.”, Minghao was spiraling.

“What’s not that bad?“, Jun giggled, having no idea what the two had been chatting about in the first place.

“Ge…I hate you.”, catching on Minghao grabbed his bag and his phone and shooed the playful kitty away so he could confirm his plans with Jihoon.

“Hi, Bāobèi.”, Minghao spoke softly, once you adjusted your position in bed and your phone camera to your liking. Both of you were barefaced, fresh out of the shower. He’d stayed up late, first with Jihoon making plans, and late enough to where you’d be getting ready for bed and he could FaceTime you with no interruptions.

“Hi.”, you sighed blithely, just happy to see his face and hear his voice when there were no other people watching, just for you, to you.

“How was your day?”, he asked, contented as he listened to you speak about trivial things.

He liked to listen to you talk. When he had to he could talk to no end but it was nice being the observer, the listener. Especially when the one he was watching was so cute. He could sit there forever only nodding and interjecting when it felt right. But eventually, you began to yawn, your tone growing tired and your eyes feeling heavy.

“Tired already?”, he questioned, sitting up and checking the time. Just a little longer and you could go off to sleep peacefully, but not yet, “Why don’t you talk with me a little more? I missed you. Did you catch a live stream when we performed?”

“Of course I did. I’d never miss a show, even if I have to lock myself in my office bathroom.”, you giggled, “your stylists have quite the talent for making me flustered.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, the entire time I was thinking about how I’d rather be home with my Bāobèi in my arms and your (plushie name) in yours while we watch some movie we’ve seen a thousand times and count down the clock to midnight so I can be the first to tell you how much I love you and ask you to be my Valentine.”

“Don’t lie.”, you could feel yourself almost buckling. This man had a way with words when he wanted to, one would fall for it every time, “You love performing.”

“You’re right.”, he chuckled softly, “But that does sound much better than being here in this hotel room alone, though FaceTiming does have its charms.”

Finally, what he was waiting for. Your head snapped left first in surprise then confusion as you heard your doorbell buzz from across your apartment.

“Hold on… someone’s at the door. I’m gonna check the doorcam.”, you step off your bed, holding the phone to your chest as you crossed the house.

“Be careful~”, he sang, knowing there was nothing to worry about even at this late hour.

Being as quiet as possible, you tiptoed to the screen on the wall next to the door, a man leaving down the hall. Confused, you cracked the door to see delivery bags and packages on the floor behind it.

“MINGHAO! Was this you? There’s so much. Gah.. you really-”, complaining, you abandoned your phone on the counter inside so you could free up both hands and bring everything inside.

Once everything was safe on your kitchen counter, your front door secured once again, you couldn’t help but notice the peeps of pinks and reds through the bags, only remembering your phone when Minghao softly giggled to himself.

“It’s not funny. What are you thinking?”, you caught your breath, your cheeks red either from being flustered or the strenuous activity of carrying all the bags inside.

“Open everything. I wanna see.”, he grinned, shuffling sounds being carried by your speaker as he sat up in bed.

Setting your phone on your counter so he could see, you moved to the obvious bag first, shooting him odd looks that were quickly swept away by your blush once you’d fully revealed the bright bouquet of roses, the suspects of red and pink from before. Smiling as he watched, Minghao directed you to open the rest, insisting he watched. Amongst the items he’d ordered for you were a card, a frog plush, your favorite takeout, and a tray of assorted Valentine themed candies and gummies.

“Oh! Open that one!”

Quirking your eyebrow at the plain white box in front of you, you opened it and pulled out the cube inside, a heart directly on the front.

“Plug it in and turn it on”, he giggled, his phone coming closer to his face as he tapped on his screen.

Immediately after following his directions, the heart began to spin, startled you yelp and stepped away. Feeling a bit childish, especially after hearing him laugh, you grumbled and took the lid off, revealing a message.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Bāobèi. - Bàba’

“Hao..”, you pouted, picking up your phone.

“What’s that?”, he questioned.

“Bàba..”, you corrected yourself, your heart melting as you played with the edge of the box.

Minghao was more of a words guys, sometimes a cuddles guy, but never had he gone so over the top for you.

“This is too much.”, you forced a pout, your smile hiding behind it, though unsuccessfully.

“It is a bit much isn’t it? If only I could have delivered it myself.”, he sighed, suddenly the feeling of your absence aching in his chest, “Now, don’t think too much of me. I forgot it was Valentine’s Day.”

“Hao!”, you scolded, suppressing your laughter because, “Of course you did.”

“I know, I know. Are you going to keep calling me that name or can I talk with my Bāobèi before i pass out for the night”

Remembering it was late for him, you swallowed your pride and let yourself drown in this display of his affection.

“Thank you, Bàba”, you whispered, hugging your new froggy friend to your chest, a perfect Bàba replacement when he was away from home

“Anything for you, Bāobèi”

🧸Endnote: let’s ignore that red, white a black day are the main thing in SK and how it’s not like this at all 🤪 I had a lot of ideas for Valentine’s Day but this one ended up being the one that came to life. We all need some Hao hours. ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[blue-jisungs]

work of art

a/n. nooo this is totally not self-indulgent, i don’t know what are you talking about :)

also i experienced a bit with the dialogue? like making pauses, not really saying who’s saying what so i hope you don’t get confused ^^

summary. minghao loves you, all of you. even if that means stretch marks or other insecurities.

warnings. talking about body image, crying, insecurities :(

"i hate them"

your soft voice strikes minghao almost as an oxymoron in this situation. nevertheless his fingers don’t stop tracing the marks on your skin.

his touches are feather-light, almost ghosting over your stretch marks. but you can still feel them.

you sigh and notice that minghao’s tender gaze turns to you, your face.

"why?"

you bite your lip and look at the flesh of your exposed thigh, thanks to your short pyjama shorts. your skin is covered with old marks. it’s not the only place but it’s the one that’s visible the most.

"they are ugly. i got them when i was young… at that age people barely get stretch marks. but i did"

he humms and his gaze softens when he notices the way your bottom lip starts to quiver and your brows furrows ever so slightly.

"i felt so… ugly. and ashamed. all the girls in my class had this young, pretty, untouched skin. and there i was with those marks on my thighs, waist… belly…"

your boyfriend takes his hand back from your thigh, the other still supporting his head.

"and they still remind me of those times. and just i general they make me feel so… insecure"

he suddenly places his palm flat on the stretch marks. his hand is so big that it covers most of them. while minghao is looking at it for a second, you feel the tears dropping down on your cheeks.

"well it’s… it’s not you without them" he says and internally panics a bit once he notices the shining tears streaming down your face. he shifts his body and cups your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs "i think they’re pretty, just like you. they are a mark of how much you’ve been through and that you made it. it’s a sign that you’re just a human. and i love all your perfect imperfections, even if you see them as insecurities"

you throw your hands around his arms and wrap it around his neck, pulling him closer in a tight hug. hao moves his hands around your waist and draws circles in soothing motions as another sharp sob leaves your mouth. because – even if he doesn’t know that – his hands are yet again on your stretch marks that are hidden under your shirt.

"they are a work of art"

his whisper makes you bury your head in his chest, the comforting smell of him making your head spin. it breaks his heart to see you crying like that but deep down he knows you needed to hear that words.

"you are a work of art, my dear"

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Kinktober D6: A Little Bit of Magic - The8

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Kinktober 2023

Seventeen Masterlist

Pairing:  The8 - Wizard! Minghao x Fem! Reader

Genre: Soft Smut, Mutual Pining

Summary: Working as Minghao's shop keep was both a blessing and curse, but when a little mix up happens with a recipe there's no going back to what you two were before.

Warnings: Cursing, magic, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex. Really this is rather soft and vanilla in terms of the sex.

Word Count: 2393

"Y/N!" Minghao calls noticing you catch your footing before catching you as you fall, the bottles previously in him hands now hovering due to his magic. Something he uses to send them off to the shelves to which they belong, "How many times must I tell you not to climb into the counter to reach up there?"

Your head lowers at his light scolding, "I'm sorry Minghao, I just feel like it would be silly for you to have to invest in a ladder just for me." 

He sighs softly, "And I have told you that I love having you work here and I literally do not mind at all. Besides, were it not for my magic I'd have no use for them so high either, would be more hassle than the storage is worth. Though if you keep this up I most certainly will get rid of them."

"No, that's even more of an imposition than a ladder!" You're quick to dispel the thought, looking up at him frantically.

"Then should I get that ladder for you so you can still reach?" He inquires, smiling at the timid little nod you give in agreement, "Excellent! Until it comes, ask me if you need something up there. For now though, did you get hurt on your way down?"

You shake your head as he sits you on the main counter of the shop area to have more space without his work clutter. Quickly checking you over to be certain that you truly didn't get harmed at all.

"Very good! I don't know how I would survive without you around here." Minghao chuckles slightly flustered as he turns to the order list you had so neatly written down to see what else he needed to get together.

"Oh please you survived without me for so long and you could easily do it again. Despite what the mess would suggest, you're very well organized." You throw a little tease in as you hop down to look at your own list to start compison the already completed items and potions into their respective orders.

"Give yourself due credit. You're the only reason I get out of here at a decent hour and that I take care of myself with my work." He insists and it makes his cheeks burn slightly at the thought of how you truly do take care of him.

"Of course Hao, after all it's not like we're just workmates. We're more than that aren't we? You're the friend who has seen me through far more than any others." You’re so focused that you don’t see the way your words affect him. Not that you would have known what to do had you caught sight of it, not with the way he could so effortlessly make your own heart flutter. 

“I agree.” He stopped himself from adding that he desired to be far more than that as well, before humming at the list, “Y/N? Who requested the truth serum?”

You pull out the records you took having known that one was on the particular list of things Minghao wouldn’t just hand off to anyone, “It was the king’s guard. They said they would like some for questioning criminals.”

“Very well, I’ll mix it up, but we’re going to keep it locked up until I speak to them to confirm.” He insists and you nod, not one to argue with his requests in this regard. “ Can you run out and get the things on this list for it though?”

You look at him with a slight frown, “It’s getting late Hao.”

“I know, but I only have two more to mix up to be done for the week and I can do the one while you are out getting those things. Then we’ll be done in no time.” Minghao tells you and he seems so relieved at the thought that you can’t bear to argue with him. Simply nodding and slipping on your cloak, accepting his list and the necessary money before you’re on the way to get the supplies. 

Returning to find that he has already bottled the previous potion and started on the truth serum now, working hard as he always does to concentrate on the task despite having nearly all of the recipes memorized at this point.

“I forgot something. Can you throw in what I asked you to get?” Minghao asks of you before rushing off before you can argue that you’ve never done this before. Walking over to the mix you look around for the recipe only to find that it’s not there. With a sigh you toss in all he asked you to get hoping it was the amount he needed anyways, you lean away, eyes closed tight waiting for something to happen and when it doesn’t you breathe a sigh of relief. Walking away to go clean some things up and lock the door for the night.

Only when Minghao returns and adds his ingredient, however there is a large splash, you turn just in time to see a cloud of smoke billowing out from his work room and making you panic as you run over to check on him. Finding him coughing a little while using his hand to clear the smoke near his face, allowing you to grab his free hand and lead him to the other room to breathe easier and see if he was okay.

“You okay Minghao?” You question him though you find no scratches or anything out of place and feel slightly relieved.

“Yeah I’m okay. Just gonna sit, I feel a little fuzzy.”  Minghao assures you, moving to sit while you go get him some water.

“That’s probably just the smoke. Breathe for a little bit and then just let me know if it’s not better.” You insist, moving to open a window to clear out some more of the smoke so that hopefully he can breathe a little easier.

“Gods you’re so cute when you’re all worried over me.” Minghao says before his eyes widen, wondering why the fuck he would have said that outloud when all he wanted to do was assure you he truly was okay.

You freeze in your actions, turning to look at him with an expression mirroring his, chuckling as you assume your brain is making up statements he’s making, “Uhm, what?” 

“I’m sorry. I meant every word just not for it to be said out loud. I don’t know what’s the matter with me.” He tells you once again sharing more than he had desired, eyes widening, “Oh no… Y/N. Go get me the antidote for the truth serum please.”

You turn to go do that before pausing at the implication of his words hits you full force, “Wait… is the serum you were mixing up affecting you right now?”

“Yes.” Minghao answers, cursing himself after he had assumed he could fight it enough to say no.

“So you really meant all the things you have been saying?”You ask despite the slight hesitation still. It’s not something Minghao would have likely opened his mouth to answer, especially with truth serum affecting him, and yet the way you looked at him all wide eyed and in a way desperate he felt he needed to to make things better somehow. 

“I did and I mean so much more than that too.” Minghao speaks to you softly, swearing he hears you gasp a little at the confession.

“What… What do you mean?” You find yourself pushing  a little bit further, not sure if you should regret it or not when you watch how Minghao tilts his head back clearly debating over answering you this time.

“Fuck I don’t want to ruin anything, but…. I’m in love with you… I have been for a little while now.” Despite the fact he answered you he refuses to look at your face again, not sure he could handle what he might see if he does. 

“That’s not going to ruin anything Minghao, because … I love you too.” You fluster, but not enough to hold back your admission. Not when he seems so torn up over confessing to you like this.

“You don’t have to say that out of pity to me.”  Minghao tells you and it makes your furrow your brows with a little pout.

“I’m not…will you believe me?”  Your voice is soft and it almost breaks him hearing you talk to him in such a way.

Now Minghao finally looks at you again, lip worried between his teeth before shaking his head softly, “It’s kind of hard to with the way things have always been.” 

You sigh before turning towards his work room, Minghao watching you in confusion until you return with a spoonful of the serum in hand, looking into his eyes as you drink it down, “Ask me now Minghao.”

“Y/N… do you love me?” He asks though he wishes it were with less shaking in his voice. 

“With my whole being.” You admit watching his cheeks burn as you chuckle softly, “I also really want to kiss you after what you said earlier.”

“Fuck I want to kiss you too.” Minghao almost moans out.

“Then what’s stopping us exactly?” Nearly as soon as the words left your mouth Minghao was on you. The kiss was urgent as if he had been waiting a lifetime to have this and it was the only thing that would keep him living. His hands gripping your hips firmly, as if to ground himself with a little reminder that you truly were here with him.

When you break away to breathe he still can’t keep his lips off you, kissing over your jaw and throat as he speaks against your skin, “Every night when we left I just wanted to take you home with me so badly. I knew I would see you the next morning, but I hated being apart even for that. I just wanted to hold you at night, make sure you slept perfectly. I also wanted to take you home to make you feel so good.” 

When he growls out the last two words he pairs them with a nip at your sweet spot, rewarding him with a moan as you pant softly between your words to answer him, “ Well Minghao you have all the time in the world for that now, So… are you going to take me home?”

“You bet I fucking will… though I don’t think that I can wait that long. Can I have you now darling? I promise to be gentle. Take it as slow as you need me too, just please don’t deny me this.” 

Truthfully you had no intentions to considering you were just as desperate as he was, yes he sounded so pretty begging for it like this, “You don’t have to take it that slowly Minghao… I’m just as impatient.” 

Minghao’s lips are on yours again, his hands slipping around to start to untie your dress while your hands are clawing at his shirt. When you break apart this time Minghao is helping you remove his shirt, his magic taking over where his hands left off while he picks you up and places you onto the counter, dropping to his knees and throwing your skirt over his head. He’s slipping off your panties and throwing them across the room only a second later. 

“So beautiful… so wet…is this all for me darling?” Minghao’s voice has dropped and it makes you feel fuzzy and warm, feeling him kiss your clit so delicately only a moment later.

“Yes! All for you Hao!”  You practically squeal out and it only encourages him more, moaning against your clit before taking long determined licks through your folds. His magic is pulling the top of your dress down now.

“Play with your nipples while I eat you out darling, I want you to feel amazing.” He orders you and you don’t dare disobey as your hands come up to pinch and pull at your taut nipples. The more your moans grow the more determined he is as he eats you out. 

“That’s my good girl, listening so well. It’s making you even wetter for me, letting me taste even more. I just knew you would be the sweetest thing darling.” His praise is doing so much for you as he suckles your clit now, slipping two fingers in with barely any resistance. “Already so tight, I can feel you clenching already. It’s not too much, is it darling?”

The way he coos the words at you, you know that he’s taunting you slightly and you can’t bring yourself to care, back arching as you moan again, “No.. not too much… just too good… You’re gonna make me cum Hao. Want to cum for you so bad!” 

“I want you to too darling, go ahead be my good sweet girl and let me taste you cum for me.”  His words against your clit are all it takes to throw you over the edge for him. Minghao using his magic to keep your trembling thighs spread for him as he rides you through it, that way his hands are free to add to your pleasure. 

Once he’s sure you’ve ridden it out he comes back up to stand between your legs, bunching the skirt of your dress up around your waist, “To make it easier to get you dressed when we’re done, that way I can get you home sooner.”

That’s all the explanation you get before he’s stealing your breath in a kiss again, tip running through you folds, slowly easing in while he continues to kiss you.

“Darling you feel perfect, like heaven itself in fact. I can’t believe I had to wait this long to have you like this.”  He tells you and the way your hands are so desperately grabbing at his arms as he slowly grinds into you has him nearly melting.

“Never have to wait again Hao…never again. I promise.” You’re crying out and he moans, pulling back to finally give you a real thrust.

“Oh I didn’t intend to darling… after all, the first thing we’ll be doing once you’re in my bed will most certainly not be sleeping. Now be a good girl and take me like you so obviously were made to.”

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[multifandomslxt]

Okay categorize seventeen (or Nct upto you) into one of these three:

1. The praisers

2. The beggers

3. The pleasers

The praisers are the moderate-hard dom boys that tell you you’re so good and tight and wet for them. They tell you you’ve got the best pussy and they grunt with exertion. They hold your legs open when you become sensitive and leave marks from their grip on your hips as they complain about how many men wished you were theirs at the gathering

The beggers are the soft needy boys that call you mommy. They beg for you to sit on them so they can die between your thighs, because it’s such an honour. They whimper and moan when you call them yours and they ask permission before they touch you.

The pleasers are the soft doms, the boys that have a lover who’s too shy to ask for what they want. They know what they want but they leave kisses up your thighs and refuse to remove your underwear when they ask you if you’d give them permission to enter heavens gate. They suck soft marks into your neck until you move their hand where you want them. they groan in your ear and say that you’re perfect when they feel how damp you are.

SEVENTEEN

Praisers:

Choi MF Sungcheol (S.COUPS)

please, this man runs shit in and outside of the bedroom. His aura is actually too much to even challenge but somehow he's nice about it.

His version of making love is just fucking you raw and rough <3

you're his baby tho.

Jeon Wonwoo

Here's the thing I feel like Wonwoo wants you to believe that he's a softy.

Let your guard down so he can go ahead and fuck your brains out.

Thank you.

Woozi

Inexperiencedly experienced. Once he gets the hang of it don't even bother.

Can and will fuck you and make you squirt all over his studio equipment.

Uses your moan in a backing track

Yoon Jeonghan

Girl stop playing.

LMAO.

I don't even gotta say much because just like Sungcheol yk this man will roughly rearrange your guts and fuck you silly.

He's mischievous so be very careful with your words and actions

They can cause you amazing orgasms or hours of torture by edging.

Beggers

Kwon Soonyoung (HOSHI)

Oh gosh. He wants you so fucking bad it hurts. Begs you and I mean BEGS you to sit on his face.

Lives for your approval and praise.

Call him a good boy

Tell him how good he's doing and watch him cum all over your fucking face.

Lee Seokmin (DK)

Do not play in this man's face. He hates being teased. Just wants you to use him and leave him a fucking mess.

Likes to kneel in front of you because you are his Goddess.

Jerks off and doesn't cum until you tell him.

He just wants to make Mommy happy.

Wen Junhui (JUN)

When I tell you this man is a slut for you?

FUCKING BELIEVE ME.

He does anything you tell him to.

Literally kisses the ground you walk on.

Obsessed with your tits

like, don't even.

HE WHIMPERS YALL

AND HE'S LOUD ASF TOO

Pleasers

Chwe Hansol (VERNON)

First off he doesn't really care who tops but he always ends up doing it.

This dude cannot take hints so he actually needs you to tell him where you want him.

HE IS FUCKING STUBBORN.

Won't touch you until you're begging.

Really just sweet-loving sex.

It's just the positions that fuck you up.

The roughest thing he does is just grab the back of your neck while you're in lap top position.

Kim Mingyu

The sweetest Puppy that belongs with pleasers AND praisers.

He enjoys your shyness.

Finds it adorable really.

Takes his time with you.

Gives it to you slow and deep.

Tells you that you feel good around him and gives you the lightest sugar-filled kiss on your jaw

until the next thing you know, he starts to repeatedly hit your G-spot.

Roughly

almost like a rabid dog

He doesn't give af that you're crying because you know your safe word.

You already came twice that's not his problem.

He wants to see your pretty thighs shake and your pretty skin bruised up.

Slows down and gives you another sugar-filled kiss on your lips

and tells you that you don't have to be so shy next time.

Xu Minghao (THE8)

Immediately knows what you want ALL THE TIME.

teases you about it.

MINGHAO PANTY SNIFFER AGENDA

He loves the scent of your pussy.

Likes the way you jump when he kisses your inner thigh.

Uses his palm to press against your pussy

never rubbing it or anything.

Literally just presses against it.

Then slaps it.

Fucks you like he means it.

AND HE DOES!!

This man's waist should be put behind bars.

He takes his time so that he touches every part of the inside of your pussy.

Wants you to feel EVERYTHING.

Even the veins on his dick.

Hong Jisoo (JOSHUA)

Do I even gotta explain why he's right here?

(IF YOU REALLY WANT ME TO THOUGH LEMME KNOW)

Lee Chan (DINO)

Girl please.

He just wants some pussy.

Give this man some pussy please lmaooo.

Honestly, your shyness does nothing but turn him on. so prepare for that.

We've all seen this man dance.

Them hips do not mf lie bitch.

Licks you through your underwear.

I'm sorry but its true (enjoy that brain rot)

Boo Seungkwan

Mr. Boo is a softie.

Through and through

so when you're too shy to ask he takes it up on himself to fix that.

Long story short

He fucking you right there.

His foreplay game is strong.

You hear them vocals chile?

That tongue game goes crazy.

He isn't into the roughness of sex.

He's more of a slow and steady type of guy...really just wants you to feel good.

Like a calm type of good.

But that doesn't change the fact that he fucking you right there baby.

[etherealyoungk]

pottery classes together and you make stuff for each other + minghao

valentines day event | thank you for the request!

when minghao told you that he had booked a pottery class session for both of you as a valentines day date, you were jumping with happiness. you'd always wanted to try your hand at pottery or clay. minghao was elated at your excitement.

at the class, you got a block of clay and were told you could make anything. you decided to make a cute plate and bowl for minghao and get straight to it, wasting no time. meanwhile minghao is busy making you a cute trinket tray and candle holder.

you sneak a peek at what he is making you, smiling. "aw that's so cute hao", you tell him. "i know", he says proudly. he's excited to see how your bowl and plate turn out too.

that day you both finished the clay products and you went back two more times to fire the clay items and then glaze them, which would turn them into ceramics. when you see your final products, you're so happy. you both hand it over to each other when you guys get home. you're happiness is radiating off you as you go on and on about how cute the candle holder hao made is. and he would just love the matching plate and bowl you made him.

and whenever he ate in it, he'd snap a picture and send you. he'd show it off to the members too, with the proudest smile on his face.

[wheeboo]

soft thoughts for hao lately (well everyday) but ever since he said that he liked his hair long because his hair flutters along with the wind it just sent me down

but just the thought of being able to play with his long hair while humming and it’s just he probably sleeps because of how calming it all rlly is 💥🤩

that first part sounded like an animation i would see in disney of his hair pls idk why that was my first thoughts LMAOO

just imagine it being the early hours of the afternoon, natural sunlight pouring through the large windows and bathing the living room with an ethereal glow. the two of you were huddling on the couch together, white noise from the tv playing in the background. minghao is sprawled on his back, legs hanging off the couch and his head resting on top of your lap with a book in his hands, while you were quietly scrolling through your phone.

you find your hands absentmindedly kneading through strands of his hair. you love the length of his hair right now--how you're able to easily play with it, how it feels so soft and silky between your fingers, and you don't notice the way minghao's eyelids flutter at your touch. unbeknownst to you, the sensation of your fingers moving through his hair has caused his thoughts to drift away from the book.

"honey," minghao mutters, his voice making your fingers abruptly stop.

you look down at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, and meet his gaze. his eyes are half-lidded, a tender smile gracing his lips.

"you're gonna make me fall asleep," he murmurs, gesturing to the book in his hands.

you chuckle lightly. "well, we can't have that, can we? wouldn't want you to miss out on the exciting parts of the book."

minghao's lips curve into a playful grin, his gaze holding yours for a lingering moment. his fingers close the book with a soft thud, reaching over to set it aside on the coffee table.

"i think i can put it on pause for now." then he nestles his head back at the curve of your thighs, grabbing your hand and guiding it back in its position through his hair. "can you..."

rolling your eyes, you start weaving your fingers through his hair again, and he releases a contented sigh. a low hum starts to leave your lips as you watch the way his eyes struggle to stay open, even fluttering to a close for a few times. it only takes a few minutes for him to finally surrender to your touch, his breathing becoming slow and steady, mouth curved into a faint smile.

you take a moment to appreciate his features--the way his long eyelashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, the way his fingers are loosely entwined with yours.

he looks so peaceful like this, you say to yourself.