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A very naughty christmas
Note: smut, shower sex, giving him head, fingering, eating reader out, making out. (MINORS DNI)
Mingyu x fem!reader
Summary: you asked Mingyu for his Christmas Wishlist, so you can start buying presents. What you actually found was a naughty christmas wishlist
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Before you went to work this morning, you asked Mingyu for his Christmas Wishlist, he told you he has it done already and he will bring it to your bedside table, before he will leave for practice. So when you came back home, you found it exactly there.
You finally wanted to start buying Christmas presents for your boyfriend, that's why you asked for his wishlist. So you took it and almost choked on your own saliva.
Mingyu's (naughty) Christmas Wishlist ♡
• eating you out on the couch while watching a movie
• shower sex in the morning
• giving me head when i wake up
• making out like horny teenagers
I love you! xx Mingyu
If you didn't knew him that well, you would have thought this is a joke. But Mingyu was very serious about it. It was one week until Christmas and you had 3 days of Christmas to fulfill his wishes.
1 week later Christmas Day 1
You woke up in Mingyus arms, feeling his warmth. "Good morning, baby." He said still being sleepy. "Good morning to you too my love." You answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled at you, hugging you even closer to him.
His morning wood didn't go unnoticed though. You freed yourself a little, letting your hand wander up and down his chest, since he never slept with a shirt on, it was perfect.
The first thing on his list, giving him head in the morning that's what you're aiming for.
Making him lay on his back, you climbed between his legs, spreading them. You kissed his tummy, making your way down. Mingyu watched you in awe. You reached his clothed cock, pulling down his boxers, starting to pump him. His head was red angry, precum dripping down his length. You then started to lick him up and down, Mingyu letting out a quiet moan. Your tongue twirling on his head and then taking him in your mouth.
"Oh shit baby, your mouth feels too good." He moaned or better said, he was a moaning mess by now. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting in your mouth, making you gag around him. He grabbed the bed sheets, too lost in bliss and pleasure. You hummed and he moaned out loud.
"Fuck, f-uck i'm gonna cum." You sucked a little on his head and Mingyu came in your mouth. His head thrown back into the pillow, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He sure looked fucked out.
You let go with a plopp, cleaning your mouth. Mingyu pulled you back up to him, kissing you. "Thank you, baby. Best way to wake up on a christmas morning." He hugged you a while longer until you got up for a shower.
It doesn't take long for Mingyu to join you, he hugged you from behind and you can feel his errection pressed against your lower back.
"How come you are hard again?" "Because you look super sexy and beautiful and i love you so much." He mumbled into your skin. His hand reached down to your pussy, his fingers gliding through your folds. "Hmm you're so wet, baby. I guess sucking my cock did something to you." He said while his finger entered you.
You spread your legs a little, his fingers hitting your g-spot and his thumb on your clit. "Oh god Mingyu, i thought this is your l-list." You moaned "I gladly share with you, baby." He said while his fingers worked on your pussy, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
You had to hold onto the shower wall for more balance, because your knees got weak. Mingyu started kissing down your neck, to your shoulder, biting lightly on it. He felt your wetness on his hand, making him groan as you came on his fingers.
He then turned around, hooking your legs around his waist, his cock slowly entering you. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." His words making you moan and clenching around him. His thrusts were fast, hitting your spot just perfectly. "God Mingyu, i'm close already." "You're gonna cum again? Good baby, come for me." You felt your high approaching you and you moaned out loud. Mingyu watched you, feeling his orgasm coming, throwing his head back, moaning as he came once again this morning.
After your shower together, you went to the kitchen making breakfast and preparing for the rest of the day. When Mingyu came to you, suddenly hugging you tightly. "I need to get some things done and prepare the presents but i can't do that with you being clingy." "But i need your love and you already gave me two of mine." He said sulking. "We have two more day for cuddles and all." With that you left him pouting.
Christmas Day 2
The day all of your friends came to visit, so you prepared their presents under the christmas tree. Mingyu had other things in mind though. He always had his hands on you, trying to get your attention. Your surely didn't forget about his wishes but there was no time for any of it, still he managed to wrap you around his finger, suddenly you're lying under him on the couch, with him grinding is crotch against your clothed pussy just making out.
His hands were all over you, feeling every inch of your body. Tongues battling each other, he even got your shirt off, having you in just your bra. "We can't now, they will be here soon." "I can't face them with a hard cock, please baby. We can make it fast." He begged you.
You should have known better that it won't be just a make out session. It always leads to more. So he pushed down your Jeans and his shorts. With his cock gathering your wetness and then started thrusting into you. He knew he had to be fast so one of his hand wandered down to your clit, rubbing on it.
Lost in moaning and whimpering, you heard a car outside. "We have to stop, they just arrived." You told him. "There is no way i'm going to stop now, i'm close i-i'm gonna cum." He groaned into your ear. His hips started stuttering and his thrusts became slow. With rubbing circles on your clit, he made you come together with him. So riding out both of your orgasms, breathing heavy, he pulled out.
You heard a knock on the door, pulling up your Jeans. "Go open the door, i need to go to the bathroom first." Mingyu did as you told him. Greeting your friends, they look suspicious at him.
"Your hair looks wild." Minghao said. And when you joined them, you kind of looked the same. "Oh my god, you two really had sex before we got here?" Soonyoung ask. "What makes you even think that?" You asked him. "You both have sex hair." Soonyoung answered. Of course you forgot to fix your hair again. Mingyu stood there smiling like he just got the best compliment ever.
You exchanged your presents with each other, enjoying the time together with your friends.
Christmas Day 3
It was the last day of Christmas, so it was just a lazy day. You were reading a book and Mingyu was watching a movie you found too boring. Suddenly Mingyu made his way on top of you, lying there snuggled his face into your neck.
"Do you know i really enjoy these day? No work, just the two of us." He softly told you. You caressed his back lovingly. "I'm enjoying it too, i missed it really a lot." You told him.
He looked at you, resting his forehead on yours. And then he started to kiss you deeply and passionately.
"The last thing on my Wishlist, let me eat you out baby." He mumbled against your lips. "Do it baby." You answered him.
He moved down between your legs, pulling down your shorts, spreading your legs wide. He left feather light kisses on your inner tighs, making his way to your pussy. He started licking long stripes along your folds,his nose nuzzled to your clit.
He hooked your legs on his shoulder, his arms holding you down, from squirming. You let out whimpers and moans as his tongue licked inside your hole, making him groan.
Your hands on his hair, pushing his head further into your pussy. He started sucking on your clit, bringing you close already, your arousal gushing out, Mingyu quick to catch it with his tongue, bringing it up to your clit, sucking again.
"Don't stop, i'm coming. Shit baby, you're so good at this." He let out a deep moan, tongue working fast, making you cum hard. Your eyes closed and you arch your back, pulling at mingyu's hair.
He licked you clean, looking up at you with a big smile on his face. You got up, pulling his face close to kiss him.
A while later you called him to the bed room. "What is it baby?" You gave him his real christmas present. "Here is your present that i actually got for you." He opened the little package, inside was the watch he always wanted to have.
"Y/N are you crazy?" "I know you wanted this one for so long." You could swear he had tears in his eyes. "I have something for you too." He gave you a mini box and when you opened it, there was a beautiful bracelet with both of your initials. "Oh Mingyu, it's beautiful,thank you so much. "You squealed." "I have to say thank you, for the best christmas ever. I love you so much." He told you. "I love you too so much." And then you kissed him.
It was for sure a different kind of Christmas but you liked every second of it.
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₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: The8/Xu Minghao x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Multiple chance encounters across lives, with a soul somehow fated to yours throughout ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Reincarnation au, slight fantasy/historic au ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1.67k ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: Mentions of death, loss and grief. Minor character death mentions ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while as I didn't feel that the story was done yet. However, it's at a good point right now to post. Maybe I'll return to add to it further at one point though.
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Loss is an emptiness that eats away at the soul, a metaphorical knife carving it’s design on the surface but leaving behind wounds deep enough to bleed. And the strange thing about loss is you let it. In a sense it’s a sickly beautiful thing to experience as the blood pours out staining over the pure memories and taints them to be forever red. A crimson red that’s the same as the heart that somehow still beats inside your chest, because while it feels like everything should be still, time moves on. Time still encourages hearts to beat and wounds to bleed.
And bleed they do…
Your first loss shouldn’t be considered that actually. There are so many factors that completely contradict it as “the first loss you experienced”. For a start, you had lost people before. A woman who never had the chance to be a mother, your mother, passing away before she got even a second with her child. A young boy, who once you considered a brother, starved under the night sky with his eyes locked onto the moon. After all, Grief was no stranger to your soul. He visited often and settled in your bones like a heavy sick reminder of life.
No, none of these was your first loss. A kind of deep grief, yes, but they felt inevitable somehow.
Your first loss came in a form you never expected. A loss of opportunity and the questions of what could have been. Leaving the first scar of many dotted over your skin.
You didn’t know his name the first time, you barely got to know him at all actually. It was a fleeting moment that stopped the world if just for a second. Even if it was just for you.
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The makeshift grave you created when Chan died was positioned out in a forest glade on the edge of town, giving him the privacy and peace he deserved. An ideal place for him to continue watching the night sky like he did when he was tangible, and now as a star, a place for him to look down on from above. It seems childish now thinking that was how the world worked, that he would stick around for you.
You know better now.
You had been spending the afternoon visiting him, after collecting flowers for your little stall, coming to rest up in the willow tree sheltering the glade from the outside view. The branches allowing you a raised position to look down below, which is how you spotted him initially. This dark haired beauty dressed in clothes that didn’t seem typical for that of normal adventurers. You assumed that’s what he must be, no one else tends to come out that far. Somehow, he had stumbled onto Chan’s clearing though, only the fates may know how, and came to a pause in front of the poorly carved headstone you placed on the first death anniversary. It didn’t matter that there was no body to bury, his memory would live on.
Something about that resonated in this figure’s mind. It wasn’t obvious at first but moments later when you got the first glimpse at his soul-bearing eyes and the way they scanned the words told you all you needed. He was memorising the words, breathing out his very essence into the world and immortalising this time. The phrase you had heard many times before bringing tears to your eyes as it was spoken out loud after a year again.
“The moon sure is lonely tonight”. He was just reading out loud that time, but maybe that’s why it left such an impact. There were no deeper connotations or commitments that suffocated the moment. It was raw and real.
If given the chance of every lifetime, you would chose to return to this moment eternally.
He left not long after that with a new print on his soul in the name of Lee Chan and the fleeting thoughts of a phrase once whispered. It wasn’t until afterwards that you saw the carefully placed bundle of forget-me-nots. Flowers that symbolise memorises and the concept of thinking of loved one ones while one is away. You don’t remember ever have crying as hard as you did that night as you allowed yourself to break down after having repressed everything for a long time. The hope that someone else would continue to think of the young boy and maybe one day return providing a sort of comfort you never realised you needed.
You continued with your routines and visits but never once saw the stranger again. Your first loss came unexpectedly and you couldn’t help but think of what could have happened if things were different. Had Chan been alive to greet him? Had you spoken out to him? Had you got to know him? But you didn’t and so the opportunity passed by and life continued until death came to claim you too.
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What you didn’t expect was the life that came after and the memories that flickered back to you slowly. You could remember it all clearly at first but the more time progressed and lives were lived, the hazier things became. So you wrote to remember. Diary entries inked across pages depicting and detailing each moment and connection you continued to share.
It took you a total of three lives to realise you and your stranger were somehow connected. You seemed destined to spot him under the moonlight over and over again, each time bringing something new for you to note.
However, it was your fourth life that something truly changed, with an opportunity for the two of you to introduce yourselves. A night-time balcony overlooking the palace gardens providing a shared relief from the noise of the party inside. You had yet to see your stranger that lifetime and you certainly weren’t expecting to find him approaching you from behind on his own escape from the ballroom.
Your eyes had found comfort in the solitude of the starlit sky, with a faint recollection of a young voice discussing constellations in great enthusiasm. Your body curled up onto the stone edge with the coldness contrasting to the heat radiating from the party inside. There had been no mention of the balcony being off limits but it seemed abandoned in that moment similar to how you felt. Maybe that is why when you heard the small thuds of footsteps approaching you assumed it was a guard coming to bring you inside. However, as you turned around to face them, your breath stalled inside your throat.
There he was…
Face to face, the moments that followed allowed you both to subtly scan each other’s figures, sharing a second of joint solitude. His clothes reflecting his obviously high social status, yet you naturally found yourself focusing on his deep, knowledgeable eyes. The ones that both equally haunted and comforted your thoughts. Then he spoke and his light voice rung out in a whisper like he was afraid to break the silence.
“I’m sorry for interrupting you, but I needed some time away from the chaos and couldn’t help but notice you out here alone with only the moon for company. You both seemed rather lonely tonight. Would you mind me joining you?”
The paraphrasing of the familiar line rang in your ears as you couldn’t help but tear up and turn back to the full moon in an attempt for comfort.
“Not at all, feel free to join us.”
His figure stepping closer as he approached the balcony edge himself and admired the view before the two of you. It was a comfortable silence that followed, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with meaningless chatter at first. However, as you turned to gain another glance at him, wanting to capture every detail for your writing later on, your gaze fell onto the baby blue flowers that lay in his pocket.
“Forget-me-nots?”
As he turned to meet your eyes, he saw the way they lingered onto his flowers and then noticed the similar ones decorated into your own outfit.
“Hmm, there is something special about the resilience of these little blossoms which bloom in clusters throughout marshy harsh terrain. In a sense I admire the way they manage to preserve and grow with those tough conditions. It’s something I often see reflected in humanity, although, unlike the flowers, not often do people manage to make it full bloom I find.”
The philosophical answer was not one you had expected from him, but certainly wasn’t unwelcome. You had your own greater meanings to the flowers that you shared back with careful consideration, still unsure of if your stranger retained his memories like you. It was something you noted in a previous life where you tried to speak to a different Chan and was left alone once more, that not everyone had the privilege, or was it a curse, to remember like you do.
“For me, they symbolise remembering those who once were but no longer are. A promise to keep the memories of them alive for as long as you live. The stories you experienced and the thoughts you shared allowing a part of them to stay.”
Silence settled back down between the two of you, which is why you could hear the song that started to play out by the band. A slow dance of sorts. In some twist of destiny, he reached his hand out and asked for your hand before the two of you spent time twirling across the balcony. This moment shared only by you two and the sky.
As you came to a close and the clocks chimed to signal an hour passing, with you settled in your stranger’s arms, two names were breathed out into the universe before you parted ways and he disappeared back into the ball.
“Xu Minghao.”
A name meaning brightness and vastness, one that seemed to fit the person you came to spend time with perfectly.
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