do you think you could write some bratty sub minghao? I feel like he’s totally a brat when he feels like it hehehe
bratty sub!minghao
WARNINGS: smut, sub!minghao x dom!reader, tit slap, orgasm denial, teasing, face riding oral [ f. receiving ], hair pulling.
in a dom side, he would be a hard dom. in contrast, if he were the opposite, he would be a hard sub bratty sub.
minghao’s the brattiest sub you’ve ever had to deal with, hands down. like, he’s not even trying to hide it—rolling his eyes, crossing his arms, letting out that annoying little huff every time you tell him to do something. you’d think he’s allergic to behaving. “yah... why do you always have to be so bossy?” he whines, dragging out the word as he looks at you like you’ve just personally ruined his life. his pouty lips are so damn pretty it’s hard not to kiss him.
“bossy?” you echo, quirking a brow. “hao, baby, you’re about five seconds away from finding out exactly what bossy looks like.”
his response? an eyeroll so dramatic it could rival a reality tv contestant’s. “whatever,” he mutters, flipping his hair. “like you’re gonna do anything about it~~”
oh. oh. challenge accepted.
next thing he knows, your hand’s in his hair, pulling hard enough to make his mouth drop open in a shocked little gasp. his eyes go wide, his bratty mask cracking just a little as you tug him closer.
“what was that?” you ask, your voice calm, but your grip firm. his breathing’s already shaky, and you can feel the tension in his body as he tries —and fails—not to react.
“n-nothing,” he stammers, the slightest tremble in his voice. but he’s still got that glint in his eye, that little spark of disobedience that drives you crazy.
“nothing, huh?” you hum, tilting your head as you study him. “then why are you squirming so much, baby? can’t handle a little discipline?”
he scoffs, but it’s weak, barely holding up under your gaze. “i’m not squirming,” he mutters embarassed.
“oh, really?” you let go of his hair, only to deliver a sharp slap to his nipple. the sound echoes through the room, and he yelps, his body jerking instinctively.
“what the hell—” he starts, but you cut him off with another slap, this time to the other nipple, making him hiccup silently.
“what was that, hao? you were saying something?”
he’s blushing now, his cheeks a furious pink as he glares at you. but he doesn’t say a word, just bites his lip and looks away, his bratty confidence shaken.
“thought so,” you say, smirking as you trail your fingers over his heated skin. “maybe this’ll teach you some manners.”
but, of course, minghao being minghao, he can’t let it go. “you’re so mean.”
“mean?” you laugh, leaning down until your face is inches from his. “oh, baby, i haven’t even started being mean yet.”
and then comes the real punishment—your hand sliding down between his legs, teasing him by playing with the shiny pre cum on his cock head, just enough to make him whimper, but not giving him anything more.
“please,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.
“please, what?” you ask, feigning innocence as you pull back just enough to leave him on the edge.
“please, i... i need—” he cuts himself off, his face turning even redder.
“you need what, hao?” you press, your smirk widening as he squirms beneath you. “use your words.”
he groans, his head falling back as he tugs at the restraints holding his wrists now. “i need to cum,” he finally admits.
“aw, that’s too bad,” you say, your tone almost pitying as you pull your hand away completely. “because brats don’t get to come.” you’re already shedding your clothes when minghao, with his clever little smirk, pipes up from his spot on the bed. “so… are you gonna let me eat you out?”
he’s always watching you with those sharp, scheming eyes, already trying to figure out your next move. always too smart for his own good. you don’t answer, just slide your top over your head and toss it aside. his gaze drops to your bare skin, and you can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard.
“oh, come on,” he presses. “don’t leave me hanging here. you’re just gonna ignore me?”
you bite back a smirk, taking your sweet time with the rest of your clothes. minghao shifts on the bed, his fingers twitching like he’s dying to touch you but knows better than to try.
“you’re so quiet all of a sudden,” he says, trying to look cool, butedning up sound more desperate than ever.
you step out of the last piece of clothing, completely bare now, and climb onto the bed. minghao’s breath hitches, his lips parting as he watches you crawl over him. you roll your eyes, settling yourself over him, your knees bracketing his head. his smirk fades instantly, replaced by a look of pure, unfiltered need.
“oh, you’re… you’re gonna—”
you lower yourself onto his face, cutting him off, and his reaction is immediate—his tongue darts out to meet you as he closes his eyes.
“that’s right,” you murmur, grinding lightly against him, your breath hitching as his nose bumps against your clit.
his response is muffled, but you can feel the way his tongue works, desperate and eager, trying to please you. “you’re lucky,” you coo. “i treat you so well, give you everything you need… and how do you repay me?”
minghao groans against you, his tongue faltering for a second before redoubling its efforts. you can feel the frustration radiating off him, but he doesn’t stop—not for a second.
“you don’t respect me,” you continue. “you’re such a little brat, hao. always testing me, always pushing.”
his tongue moves faster now, llike he’s trying to prove you wrong. you can feel him shaking beneath you, putting everything he has into pleasing you.
“there you go,” you murmur, tilting your head back as you feel yourself dripping more and more with every lick. “put in some effort for once.”
you’re close, so close, and minghao knows it—his tongue working overtime, his moans vibrating against you.
but just as you’re about to cum in his mouth, you lift yourself off him. his mouth follows instinctively, his tongue flicking out into empty air as he lets out a pitiful whine.
“no, no, no,” he pleads, his voice cracking as he tries to pull you back down by rubbing his chin on your inner thigh. “please, i was—i was doing good—”
you laugh cruel, watching as he squirms beneath you. “oh, baby,” you say, brushing your fingers through his damp hair. “you really thought i was gonna let you have it?”
Hi! I had the top surgery one for seventeen and I was wondering if you could do the preformance unit?? I'm super sorry about causing you so much stress, I feel like its been said before but i'll do better in the future!!!
Thank you and I hope this is okay
The performance unit is my favoite, maybe because Minghao is my bias. and I might have choosen my language elective because of the china line.
Jun
Jun would be cheering him on from the first appointment to when he is being wheeled off. Is a little scared for (Y/n) to be honest. Jun was worried so badly, he imagined all of the bad scenarios but would throw that all out the window when he saw his boyfriend’s face. Jun would be waiting in the room, foot tapping, and was trying to distract himself. When (Y/n) was wheeled in, still unconscious, he was overjoyed. Jun sat beside (Y/n) and held his hand until he woke up. Jun would be there through the tears and recovery. He would treat (Y/n) as glass but would help in any way he could, without hurting (Y/n) of course.
This is so weird for me because my nick name is Jun
Soonyoung
When the couple got the announcement for the date, Soonyoung was acting more excited than (Y/n). Soonyoung is near the point of hovering, He would make (Y/n) drink boatloads of water, eat super healthy, and made him wear his biner less. (Y/n) had a problem with the last one. Soonyoung didn’t even want him to drive. Soonyoung probably screamed out of excitement at least once. He would kiss (Y/n) as he was being taken away. Soonyoung would tell all of Seventeen multiple times. Soonyoung would make him lay down for days at a time, showering was optional to him. He added the gel as the bottle directed to at. Soonyoung had so many reminders for medications, gel applications, and check-ups.
Minghao
He believes in taking extreme care in his and the people he cares about. So very healthy food and tones of water for (Y/n). Minghao would listen to the doctor and do everything to a T. He would force (Y/n) to sleep for over 8 hours and made sure that he was in the best health before and after the procedure. He would be happy about his boyfriend’s happiness. He wouldn’t want to overstep any boundaries when helping. But would help (Y/n) with showering and everything he could. Minghao would try to cook, would end up needed Mingyu or getting take out. Minghao would try to sleep with (Y/n) for the first night after surgery but made a makeshift bed or slept on the couch.
Chan
Chan was so supportive, he would help any way he could. He didn’t know how he could help. So the internet was there to help. (Y/n) was sleeping, touching some part of him. Chan was reading every article he could on the internet. (Y/n) noted that Chan was suddenly caring for him so much. Chan was just trying but felt so small. He could only help, it was all in the doctor’s hands. He loved to sleep in the same bed with his boyfriend, they tried to make it work but Chan was booted on the couch. Or he would go to one of his friend’s houses. Chan was trying to help but he was awkward. (Y/n) found it endearing and knew that Chan was doing his best.
i offer a thought- enemies to lovers hao, hes kinda cocky/pretentious but mc puts him in his place (sub hao dom reader :33)
putting enemy!minghao in his place
WARNINGS: smut, sub!minghao, dom!reader, handjob, mentions of blowjob, a bet ab reader not making him cum?
“you look way too cocky for someone who’s about to lose.” your voice dripped with confidence, and minghao’s eyes narrowed at you, his signature smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
“please,” he drawled, leaning back on his elbows, his shirt already discarded somewhere on the floor. “you really think you’re gonna win? don’t flatter yourself.”
you rolled your eyes, climbing over him and settling yourself between his thighs. minghao always had this way of acting like he was untouchable, like nothing could faze him, but you could already see the cracks forming. his cock twitched when your nails dragged along his inner thighs, and he bit the inside of his cheek, pretending it didn’t affect him. “keep talking,” you teased, wrapping your hand around his length, the weight of him heavy and hot in your palm. “let’s see how long that confidence lasts.”
his jaw clenched, his hips jerking slightly as you gave him a slow, teasing stroke. “it’s gonna take more than that,” he shot back, his voice strained.
“oh, i know,” you said, smirking as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. “but that’s the fun part, isn’t it?”
his eyes darkened, his cocky mask starting to waver, and you couldn’t help but feel a overflow of pride. you loved putting minghao in his place, loved wiping that smug look off his face, and this was no different.
your tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, and minghao let out a shaky breath, his fingers curling into the sheets. “um—fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his head falling back against the pillows.
“what was that?” you asked, your voice dripping with faux softness. “i couldn’t hear you over all that pride you had earlier.”
his eyes snapped back to you, and you could see the frustration building in them. his hips bucked up, desperate for more, and you pressed him back down with your other hand, smirking at the way his abs tensed under your touch. “patience, hao, or did you forget the bet already?”
“as if,” he said through gritted teeth, his cock twitching in your hand.
you leaned in, your breath hot against his skin as you whispered, “you’re gonna lose, minghao.”
“keep dreaming,” he shot back, but his voice was shaky, and you knew he was closer than he wanted to admit.
you picked up the pace, your strokes becoming faster and more purposeful, and minghao’s breathing grew ragged, his cock leaking pre-cum that made your hand glide even smoother.
“fuck, fuck—” he gasped, his head pressing back into the pillow as his thighs trembled.
“oh, what’s wrong?” you teased, your voice sound like pure fake concern. “can’t handle it?”
“shut up,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned bloodless.
you grinned, leaning down like you were going to take him in your mouth, and his whole body tensed in expectancy. but instead, you pulled back at the last second, your hand working him faster, your thumb teasing his slit.
“you’re such a fucking tease,” he hissed, his hips bucking up despite himself.
“and you’re such a sore loser,” you shot back, your eyes locking with his as you watched him unravel beneath you.
his breathing hitched, his whole body going rigid as his orgasm hit him, his cock twitching in your hand as he came all over his stomach, his cum painting his abs in messy, sticky streaks.
“fuck,” he gasped, his head falling back against the pillow, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
you smirked, sitting back to admire your handiwork. “looks like i win,” you said, your tone smug. “you’re pathetic,” you shot back. “but at least you’re pretty when you lose.”
his cheeks flushed, and he looked away, grumbling under his breath. but you could see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you knew he wasn’t as mad as he pretended to be. minghao might hate losing, but he hated losing to you just a little bit less.
