The scent of burned wood and marshmallows lingered through the air stronger than ever, the candle responsible for it almost burned to half in the corner of the room. The heater was on, a display simulating fake fire as to feel like a real fireplace, even tho fireplaces didn't have screens of 11 inches. It was fall, my favorite season. In my hands, a book I bought recently at a culture fair. And around me, the body of my favorite person, hugging me tight against his chest as he read the words of the book. Minghao was so invested in the literature that he almost didn't notice when I started to drift my attention from the book to his face, head to the side as I stared at his moving lips. One of his hands cupped my face, and that's when I noticed I, too, was too immersed in something to realize he just asked me a question.
"Hm?", I murmured bringing my gaze into his.
"I was asking you your thoughts on this", he pointed at a paragraph on the book.
"I think it's beautiful", I said, one more time distracted by his lips.
He laughed, putting the book to the side before holding me closer, his thumb grazing over my lower lips.
"Not about my lips, darling, about the book"
I licked my lips slowly, eyes blinking rapidly while mouthing a hushed "Oh" that only made him smile brightly.
"But if you think my lips are that beautiful guess we could leave this discussion for later"
His eyebrows arched in expectation and it was my turn to laugh, then bring my hands to his face and start the perfect ending for a perfect autumn evening, with my lips against my boyfriend's in a loving kiss.
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Note: This is a repost from my old blog. Just as this one, all my works will be moved to this account with rewrites and in a "new format". Hope you'll enjoy this new era just as much as I am excited to bring it to you <3
boyfriend myungho? WELL WELL bean, i think he’d be the softest and most gentlest bf ever. i think he’s the type to sketch a picture of you whilst you’re both hanging out together, doing your own things. imagine you’re reading a book or something, he’d quickly take a piece of paper and his pencil and he’s start sketching away. you don’t notice any of this until maybe 30 minutes in. you’d hear a quiet whine when you stand up to grab yourself a drink from the fridge. he’d look up at you and be like “>:( u ruined my drawing” and you’re just standing there like ? huh ? until he shows you his sketch. your heart would SWOOOOON. he still has a small frown on his face but that immediately fades when you walk over to him and plop yourself on his lap with strings of sorry’s leaving your lips. you take one of his pens in your hand and he’d be like ? what r u doing ? and you kind of giggle before drawing a heart on his cheek. he pauses before chuckling and shaking his head at your antics.
you stand close to the painting hanging in front of you. you admire the harsh strokes you can see were made onto the canvas, the contrast of colors. you leisurely stroll to the room adjacent, the next artist having an entirely different aesthetic. her approach to art being expressed through sculpture. you see the marble, perfectly embracing the beauty of human anatomy. spinning around, you see a multitude of displays that just leave you in awe, the skylights allowing rays of sun to illuminate the room. the amber frames guarding these masterpieces take your breath away at the intricacy. you can’t help but grin at each masterpiece you come across.
you hear the soft clicks of a camera, bringing you back to reality. you stop and turn your head to the left.
“now, that’s a cute shot.” minghao lowers his camera, now tilting his head at you with a smirk.
you scrunch up your face in confusion. “how long have you been taking pictures of me?”
“since we got here. it was the perfect setting. keep doing what you were doing. keep smiling like that. don’t worry about me.”
with brisk strides, you walk up so now you stand next to him. you take the camera from his hands. he looks at you dumbfounded. “wait. what?”
you snap a photo of him, the blush evident on his cheeks. “your turn,” you let out with a giggle.
he rolls his eyes at an attempt to look annoyed. he’s not. he laughs with you. “give me that.” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to put his camera. reluctantly, you give it back.
“come on… there’s one that i really want you to see.” he has his hands preoccupied, holding onto his precious vintage item, but still creates space between his arm and torso for you to link on. you lean your head onto his shoulder, letting him lead the way to the next exhibit.
the moment your gaze lands on the painting, you stop in your tracks. “you’re kidding… babe, you…” you unlink your arms immediately, now wrapping them around his shoulders and neck. “you got your own section?”
he giggles at your excitement, a huge grin now present on his face. he quickly nods his head up and down. the smile growing wide on your face.
“i’m so proud of you!” you pepper kisses all over his face, ending with one on his lips, lingering there for a second before you ultimately pull away. he lowers his head, hiding into the crevice of your neck, hugging tighter around your waist. you lean in closer to whisper into his ear, “i’ve always believed in you. you are spectacular.”
he pulls back and touches your forehead with his. he says under his breath, “thank you… always…”
ミ★ synopsis: in which minghao proposes to you underneath the cherry blossom trees.
ミ★ genre: pure rotten fluff
ミ★ warnings: none!
ミ★ word count: 973
ミ★ pairings: minghao x female reader
ミ★ notes: this is the shortest oneshot i’ve ever written, does this even count as a oneshot? idk i’m still new to this thing HAHAH, but this is short and sweet! it’s practically word vomit, but i hope you guys find it cute :D
“Waah! The cherry blossoms are so pretty this year!” You exclaim, letting go of Minghao’s hand to run up to the pink flowers, ignoring how many people are also visiting. You reach up and touch a single cherry blossom on the shortest branch, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you.
[snap, snap]
Turning around, you see your boyfriend taking pictures of you, a small lopsided grin on his face. You smile back, rushing over to wrap your arms around Minghao’s waist.
“Well aren’t you just a ball of excitement from seeing the cherry blossoms?” He teases, squeezing your waist to elicit a small squeak out of you. You slap his stomach, making him double over with laughter.
“Do you blame me? They’re so pretty! I feel like I’m in an anime.” You say in awe at the trees surrounding the two of you. Minghao laughs for like the fifth time because you’re absolutely hilarious and adorable.
Okay, not just that. Minghao laughs when he’s nervous, and he’s quite literally: shitting ! his ! pants ! right now ! You and Minghao have been dating for three years now, having met in your third year of university through mutual friends.
read: Lee Chan
He knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with when he could no longer imagine his future without you in it. It was literally like a midlife crisis for him, but he is definitely not middle aged so should we call it a young adult life crisis?
anyways...
He was laying in bed beside you a few months ago, smiling at the way you were pouting in your sleep. It literally dawned on him right then and there, oh my god. I can’t spend the rest of my mornings not seeing this.
So here you both are, looking at the cherry blossom trees together. All while Minghao is shitting bricks as he thinks of how he can possibly ask you to marry him in a way that’s epic. You’re both not financially stable enough to get married yet, but he did buy you a ring. However… he left the ring… at Jun’s apartment… and parking is only free… today… so… here we are.
Minghao is a nervous wreck luv x !
He watches you ramble with a big smile on your face as you try to catch the falling petals, and he wonders if now is a good time to possibly bring up the topic.
No.
Well?
No.
Well actually…
Minghao plucks three small cherry blossom flowers from the nearest branch as you run off towards the cherry blossom tree in the middle of the square. He lets out a small giggle at the sight of you excitedly running, making sure to catch up to you.
“Ahh! Haohao, they’re so pretty! I’m literally going to have a stroke-” You turn around mid-speech to see Minghao holding three small cherry blossom flowers in his hand. He’s giving you a small smile, waddling a bit as he stands there.
“You look nervous.” You tell him, giving him a teasing grin and he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
“I wish I had more that I could offer you right now.” Minghao begins, taking a step forward so that you two are inches apart. You cock your head to the side, about to deny and say that he gives you more than enough, only for him to tuck the cherry blossoms behind your ear.
“There’s a possibility that we may have to live off of spicy beef and eggs for the rest of our lives.” You raise an eyebrow, making him giggle at you.
“Where is this going-”
“But if you’re willing to accept me as I am, and how little I can offer you for the time being, will you marry me?”
Your eyes widen at the question, Minghao also staring back at you with timid eyes as he awaits your response. You let out a giggle, reaching out and hitting his shoulder, making him laugh as well. The nervousness suddenly washing away at your joyful reaction.
“What kind of proposal was that! You didn’t even have a ring or get down on one knee!” You tease as you playfully hit his arms, and Minghao giggles loudly as he tries to grasp your wrists in an attempt to stop you.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Minghao apologizes, a big smile on his face as you laugh with him.
“Cancel that proposal! We need a redo!”
“Okay but…” You give him a look as he trails off, purposefully making the wait for the next part of his sentence excruciatingly long.
“Is that a yes though?” You throw your head back in a laugh, reaching out to squeeze his waist and he giggles, taking your arm and pulling you flush against him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his torso, closing your eyes with a smile.
“It’s a sure until you do it properly.” Minghao grins, looking down at you as you pull your face back to scrunch up your nose at him. Timing is a crazy thing, because right at that moment, a single pink petal fell directly onto your nose. Minghao opens his mouth in awe, and you smile so widely that your eyes turn into crescents.
“I love you Xu yn.” He mutters, placing a short peck onto your lips. You reach a hand up to your nose and take off the petal, placing it into your jacket pocket.
“It’s not Xu until I get that ring.” You respond, and he squeezes your hip, making you laugh once again. He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“I love you too, Minghao.” You mumble between kisses, smiling softly at the prospect that you’re going to be spending the rest of your life with the man you love.
even if his proposal was silly.
don’t worry he made up for it a week later, he had the gang help prepare the proposal too it was absolutely epic.
I don't know if the request are still open, but I really want a dad!minghao
[5:20 pm] It was Minghao’s turn to give your 3 year old daughter, Mei, a bath since you were already downstairs in the kitchen making dinner. You thought to yourself that the father and daughter duo would be able to have their time together, seeing as though he was now getting less and less busy with working on tours with the boys and comebacks.
With that in mind, you left it up to him to make sure that Mei was clean, since she was going to come to the dinner table afterwards.
However that wasn’t the plan.
Minghao was already finished with helping her bathe, after washing her long her that was growing out and showing her how to wash her body properly since she was growing, gradually. The only problem was the getting dressed part, as she immediately ran away from him once he dried her off from all of the water and suds.
“Mei, you have to put on your clothes-”
“Finally free~” Her giggles echo throughout the house as she starts running into every room, except for the kitchen, as her father was chasing after her laughing to himself.
She definitely learned about rebelling from one of her uncles or cousins.
It wasn’t until he finally catches up to her that he scoops her up into his arms with the towel and takes her back into the bathroom, where her clothes were waiting for her. Mei finally puts on her pajamas with a grin still sprawled across her face as Minghao helps dry her hair as she continues to giggle to herself.
“Daddy is funny.” She coos pointing up at his nose and he playfully pretends to act as though he was going to bite her finger, watching as she squeals and recoils her finger immediately giggling once more to herself.
Luckily, you were able to hear all of the nonsense that was going on, even if they pretended to act as though nothing happened, when really, it sounded like music to your ears to hear the both of them bond and have their own time to have fun.
Wait.. do you take request? 🥺 if so, can I have a blurb with minghao where we’re drinking wine together and he blushes when I make a dirty joke but then he says something dirty back and makes ME flustered? And then one of us kind of confesses our feelings (we’re both crushing on each other) and idk it ends with us either kissing or something sexual (love me some smut so I wouldn’t mind 😶)❤️
yes love bug ! i got a little carried away with it omg but i hope its ok 💕
also im highkey drunk right now sooooo it ended up a lil more chaotic than i intended lol
➝ f2l; some angst; a lil mature but no intense smut
➝ word count: 1.1k
“oh please, you love me,” you retort as you open the front door for him. minghao rolls his eyes before holding up a bottle of wine in each hand.
“sure i do.” you would feel offended if the warmth in the hug he gave you didn’t contradict the sarcasm in his voice. “so, is there a reason for this?”
you can’t stop the flush from rising to your face. quicker and more sassily than necessary, you snap, “what? i can’t just invite you over for a wine night? we used to do this all the time.”
he eyes you for a moment while he’s taking off his shoes. both the frown on your face and the arms defensively crossed over your chest internally coax something fiery in him, though he can’t exactly put his finger on what.
he finally puts his wine-occupied hands up in surrender. “alright, sorry i asked.” he follows you into the kitchen, setting the bottles down on the counter as you busy yourself with uncorking them. “for the record, i’ve missed you a lot lately.”
you falter for a minute, unable to help the smile on your face at his words. “i missed you too, ghao. but first: white or red?”
two hours and way too many glasses of wine later, you’re both absolutely blasted. sitting cross-legged on the floor facing each other, the episode of the bachelor you had started is long forgotten on the tv. in your intoxicated stupor you find yourself laying down with your head in his lap, leaning into his touch when he starts to play with your hair.
“okay i need advice,” he suddenly starts, and you look up into his eyes; he’s slurring his words ever so slightly, but he looks oddly blissful. “i think… i like someone.”
immediately, your heart clenches. for some strange reason, your entire mood sours at his confession. “oh?” you force your voice to remain nonchalant. “who is it?”
he pauses for a long time, and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s drunk or because he’s regretting telling you this. “um. i mean, she’s a good friend of mine.”
“is she pretty?” you automatically ask, carefully watching his facial expressions. he smiles to himself for a split second, but you can tell he’s trying to hide it.
“oh, she’s beautiful.”
much to your chagrin you feel jealous. you decide to sit up and scoot away from him slightly, and though he looks confused he doesn’t comment on it. instead, he reaches over and takes your hand in his, threading your fingers together.
it’s unclear whether the heat on your cheeks is from the wine or his touch — either way, you need to control yourself right now. “minghao, do you even know how high maintenance you are?” maybe the best way to divert the tensity in the room is to mock him, as you normally do. “are you sure this girl can even keep up with your bullshit?”
he feigns hurt, free hand flying up to his chest. “for your information, i’m pretty sure ‘this girl’ knows, like, everything about me.” you involuntarily frown.
“oh yeah, like what?” you challenge him. “try me. i know everything about you.”
he snorts, “why are you getting so mad? am i not allowed to like someone?”
his words strike a match, and it’s like you’re burning up on the inside. to an extent he is right; why am i getting so upset?, you wonder. the crush you used to have on him is long gone.
nonetheless, you have a hard time letting go of your own pride. “i’m not mad,” you insist, madly. “as your best friend, i just want to make sure she’s good enough for you. that’s all.”
now he looks mad. “‘good enough,’ but as long as you’re still better?”
it definitely is the wine, that much is obvious, but neither of you can stop at this point. the heat in your chest is fully ablaze now. “you know what? fuck you, minghao.” you wish your voice had sounded stronger as you stand up, storming out of the living room.
minghao is hot on your heels, and as soon as you place your empty wine glass in the sink he’s roughly turning you back around to face him. before you can even speak he grabs at your waist roughly, hoisting you up onto the counter.
“what the fuck are you doing?” you smack his chest, and he parts your legs to stand directly in front of you.
“what the fuck are you doing? i don’t know why we’re even fighting.” he’s distressed, unable to look away from your eyes. though you notice the way his gaze drops to your lips for a second.
at this point your bloodstream must be bathing in pure alcohol; without thinking, you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing the sides of his face, smashing your lips together.
he’s quick to react, the hands on your waist tightening their grip while you desperately weave your fingers into his hair. with a gasp you pull away, head falling back as his mouth moves to your jaw. “fuck,” you want to scream, overwhelmed with the lust minghao has planted deep within you. “would she be able to kiss you like this?”
he groans into your neck before nipping at it, his mouth hot against your skin. “you’re such a fucking dumbass.”
you pull him back up by the hair to face you. “what?”
“the girl i like,” he shakes his head. “it’s you.”
you nearly fall off the counter. “xu minghao, you cannot be serious.”
rather than answering, two of his fingers hook under your chin and bring your lips back to his. you helplessly moan into the kiss, pawing at his shirt to remove it. simultaneously, he moves to unbutton your jeans.
After going to a museum with Minghao one day, he had decided that he really wanted to go on a photography date with you next. So a few days later, the two of you set out to the most scenic places you could find. Hours pass by as you take pictures of flowers, trees, animals, and each other. After dinner, you sit on the couch and pull out your laptop so you can start editing your pictures. Minghao joins you and for a while you help each other choose borders and filters for the pictures. You realize that he’s editing much slower than you are and you look over to make sure everything’s okay. He notices you watching him and blushes slightly before showing you the picture he’s editing. “I wanted to make sure it was perfect.” You look at his laptop screen and see a picture he took of you while you were checking a photo on your own camera, your hair blowing in the slight breeze and the sun shining behind you at a perfect angle.
a lazy Sunday morning after making brunch with minghao in your apartment, he sets you on the counter for some giggly kisses that slowly escalate until he’s fingering you and you’re gasping between smiles. and he can’t take his eyes off of you as the golden morning light makes your skin look like it’s glowing and reflects off your gloss on his fingers - 🐥
It would just be so cozy and full of smile. You would be in an oversized shirt and he’d help you up onto the counter amid kisses. You would easily spread your legs for him and he’d smile against your lisp as he started to tease you. Eventually he’d push you panties to the side and sink one finger into you.
He’d be in no rush at all. His finger would move slowly, steadily working you up. He’d give you more the more you moved your hips for it and eventfully pull back from his kisses. You’d try to hide your face as soon as you met his intense gaze but he’d be quick to tell you he just wanted to remember this moment.
You’d eventually rest back against the cupboards, eyes shut and cheeks hot as he regarded you, taking in the way the light looked, how it made your skin glow. His eyes wold slip down as he added a second finger and watched them disappear into you, groaning each time you clenched around him and taking in the way your arousal made his fingers glisten in the sunlight.
