Sooo, this is my first time publishing anything, like literally. I have so many drafts on Wattpad and in my notes, and I thought it'd be a good time to publish something. So I'm starting off strong with a Mingyu x afab!Reader smut (+ fluff at the end, kinda). Also, English isn't my first language!Wc : 2.8k
Warnings: heavy makeout, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), slight grinding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pinv sex, virgin!reader, but it's untold, cowgirl, Mingyu has a thing for thighs, Mingyu's told he has a big dick...
The apartment feels so much more cozy tonight. I wonder what the reason is for so long, until I realize she is.
Thereās a glass on the coffee table I forgot to move, a hoodie thrown over the arm of the couch, the faint hum of the city outside bleeding in through the window. It should feel messy. Instead, with her here, it feels⦠full.
She's sprawled across my couch as she owns it, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched out, sock half slipping off her heel. Sheās been talking for the last five minutes about something completely ridiculous, hands moving as she explains, eyes bright in that way that always pulls my attention back, no matter how many times Iāve seen it.
āAnd then he just- youāre not listening,ā she interrupts herself, narrowing her eyes at me.
āI am,ā I say, leaning back, watching her more than Iām listening. āI just donāt agree with your storytelling skills.ā
āMy storytelling skills are incredible.ā
She scoffs, grabbing the pillow beside her and tossing it at me. I catch it easily, grinning.
I shake my head and toss the pillow back at her. She catches it, hugging it loosely to her chest. The teasing lingers, softens into silence.
We donāt fill it right away.
She shifts after a second, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, and reaches for my hand like itās nothing. Like itās a habit.
Her fingers slide over mine, turning my hand palm-up, tracing the lines there absentmindedly.
Her index slid up my fingers, then traced the lines, pressing a little.
āI know I have pretty hands,ā I say after a moment, voice quieter now. āYou donāt have to let go if you donāt want to. I can be your personal hand holder.ā
She huffs a small laugh, but her thumb presses a little more firmly into my palm instead of pulling away. āThatās such a scam.ā
āHey, itās a premium service.ā
āYeah? Whatās included?ā
I tilt my head, pretending to think. āWell, it's free, first of all.ā
She snorts, shaking her head, but doesnāt let go.
The room settles again around us. The music fades into the background, and the only thing I really notice is the slow, absent way she keeps touching my hand as it grounds her.
After a while, she leans back, still holding on, her shoulder brushing mine. Then her head tips back against the couch - and against me.
She lets go of my hand, and it drops to her knee. I glance down, and instead of pulling away, I move it up her thigh a bit.
Thereās a shift then. Itās subtle, but itās there. The air feels heavier, like somethingās building, and neither of us is pretending not to notice anymore.
She looks up at me, and I meet her eyes. Weāre closer than we were a second ago.
My hand clenches on her thigh. Her knee is brushing mine. I can feel her breathing, slightly uneven now, and I know mine isnāt any better.
She turns toward me fully this time, close enough that I can see the hesitation flicker across her face - and something else underneath it.
I donāt give myself time to overthink it.
Itās soft at first. Testing.
She freezes- just for a second, and then she kisses me back, and itās immediate, like something clicks into place. Her fingers find my shoulders, then slip free entirely so she can grab onto my shirt instead.
We pull apart just slightly, both of us breathing a little heavier now, foreheads almost brushing.
āThis is a bad idea,ā she whispers again, like sheās trying to convince herself.
And then she kisses me first this time.
Itās messier now. Less careful. She laughs quietly into it when we bump noses, and I canāt help smiling against her mouth, my hand coming up to her waist, thumb brushing under the hem of her top.
She pulls back suddenly, breath catching, her hand still gripping my shirt.
āYouāre an idol,ā she says, a little breathless, like the thought just hit her. āAnd Iām aā¦ā
I donāt let her spiral there.
āYouāre a girl in my apartment, on my couch,ā I say, steady, keeping my hands firm on her so she has to look at me. āA beautiful girl, with a guy who really, really wants her.ā
She stares at me for a second, like that lands somewhere deeper than she expected.
Then she kisses me again.
The laughter doesnāt disappear, but it fades into something quieter, woven into the way she moves closer without thinking now, the way her hands donāt hesitate anymore. I let mine slide from her waist to her hips, slow enough that she can stop me if she wants to.
Instead, she presses closer.
The kiss deepens, slows, stretches out into something that feels less like a joke and more like something weāve been avoiding for too long.
At some point, I feel her tense- just slightly.
She looks dazed, even with how soft my touch is, and I can't tell if she's enjoying it or is about to burst into a fit of nervous tears.
āHey, talk to me.ā I bring my hands back up to cradle the side of her face, keeping her eyes on me, and realize that it must have been too intense for her, and I canāt even begin to imagine whatās going on in her head.
āIām okay,ā she says quickly, but her voice wavers. āJust- give me a second.ā
I nod, softer now. āWe can stop.ā
She shakes her head almost immediately, her fingers curling into my shirt again like sheās anchoring herself. āNo. I donāt want to stop.ā
Thereās a steadiness in the way she says it that settles something in me.
I let my forehead rest against hers for a second, my thumb brushing lightly along her cheek, giving her time, letting her set the pace.
When she leans in again, itās deliberate.
And this time, when we kiss, itās slower, deeper- less laughter, more intention, but still soft around the edges.
I pull a little at her hips, and she moves on top of me, settling in my lap, straddling me carefully. I feel her hesitate and guide her lower until she's sat against me, a content hum escaping me.
She feels so soft, so warm, so good.
One of her hands trails up and behind me, tangling in my hair. I huff, "Jeez, pretty." I grip her hips firmer. "Can I move? To the bedroom, please?" I peck her forehead as I ask her.
She nods, and I stand, making her wrap her legs around me in a rush. My lips find hers once more as I kick my door shut behind us and lower her on my bed, and her hands snake down to tug at my shirt.
I sit up, taking it off, and she meets my stomach instantly, pulling me back in with her ankles crossed at my back, kissing me, as her hands trace the muscles of my stomach.
I reach under her shirt, slow, holding at her bare waist, and she arches a bit into me, sitting up a little to take off her top. My breath catches a little when she unclaps her bra too, and throws it somewhere in my room. "Fuck, baby," I kiss her. "You're gorgeous," I groan. "Let me touch you- can I touch you?"
She nods, and I don't wait a second, trailing my kisses down her neck and to her chest, hearing her gasp when I lick at her nipple, sucking softly. Her hands find my hair, tugging, and I moan against her.
That's the exact moment I take consciousness of how hard I am. My sweats feel so tight. I lower myself a little, earning just the slightest friction from her hips meeting mine.
She tenses a little "Mingyu-" she whispers, arching a little "so hard," is all she says, and I almost whine at that.
"I know, baby," I hum. "I know," my hand drifts lower, reaching the waistband of her shorts. She lifts her hips for me, "Good girl," letting me pull them down and off.
"Angel?" I look up at her, "Can I touch you?" I kiss her cheek, and she nods hurriedly, pressing her hips against mine.
Fuck, she drives me insane.
She's so sweet, so soft. I lower her body, thumbs latching into her panties and pulling them down. "Damn, baby," I hiss. "So wet," I kiss her thigh.
Her breath trembles a little, her shaking hands finding my hair again, and I lick a fat stripe up her pussy. She gasps softly, biting down on her lip, and I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently.
"Min," she moans, "please, more," she chokes.
I hum, pulling her thighs on top of my shoulders, licking and sucking at her properly now. She moans out, tugging at my hair, arching, her thighs clenching around my head.
Gosh, those thighs. I push my tongue into her, and she clenches again around me. My hips start grinding against the bed, and I feel myself leaking inside my pants.
I push a single finger in her, and fuck, is she tight. Her breath stutters, and she whines softly. I pull in and out of her, sucking on her clit, managing to fit a second finger in her. She gasps out at the stretch, tugging at my hair as I scissor my fingers to stretch her tight little pussy.
"Oh-" she whispers when my tongue flicks over her clit. And when I do it again, she clenches her thighs around my head.
"You like that, sweetheart?" I hum, doing it again.
She nods hurriedly, making me grin, and wrap my lips around her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I stretch her.
"Fuck" she moans, "Don't stop- please, please," she whines.
I moan, grinding harder into the bed, and when I suck on her clit, she cums, a gasp escaping her as her thighs close on my head.
I keep licking at her, tasting her juices as I withdraw my fingers, and she taps my shoulder, unhooking her legs from me with a huff. I crawl back up over her, "Okay?" I kiss her, and she nods, pulling me in again, kissing me like I just gave her the world.
Her hands push at my pants, which I gladly take off, followed by my underwear, and I notice the way her eyes widen when she sees my cock.
She blinks, then looks up at me, and a laugh escapes me while she blushes. "You're big," she breathes.
I laugh harder at that, gish, she's so cute. "I'm not that big, angel," I peck her nose.
Her eyes widen even more, and her hands touch my chest, palming my skin, hands shaking a little. I hum. She doesn't look convinced. "Hey, it's okay. We don't have to-"
"It's not that," she says, glancing down again, "But can you- go slow?" she whispers.
I frown. "Of course," I shrug. "Wasn't planning anything else," I tell her truthfully. She nods slowly. "Hm, here." I roll us so she's straddling me, holding her hips.
She wraps a hand around my cock, and my grip tightens on her hips. She strokes me, slowly, like she's unsure, and my head drops back against the pillows. "Fuck, baby," I mutter.
I'm so wet, she's so careful, and everything just makes it so much more intense.
"I'm clean," she murmurs after a second.
She meets my eyes, "I'm clean," she repeats, "and on the pill."
I blink, too dazed to link the terms, before I understand, "Oh," I breathe, head falling back on the pillows. "Yeah, me too, angel," I say, though only one is true.
She lifts her hips, and I let go of her in case I suddenly want to, I don't know- shove my cock in her. But this is about her, and she needs time, and she's so fucking pretty and sweet that I couldn't be rough even if I wanted to.
My tip meets her slick, and I moan already, gripping the sheets at my sides. She sinks down a few inches, gasping.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," I groan, feeling her squeeze me so hard I can barely move.
She whines a little, sinking lower, when she flinches hard on top of me. A small sound escaped her, and when I met her eyes, they were filled with tears.
I sit up immediately. "Fuck, baby. Was that...?" I look down at where I meet her, like that could answer my question. My hands move back to her hips, lifting her off carefully. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She whines softly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I settle her on my waist. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, snuggling into my chest.
"What? No, don't be," I mentally hit myself for what I said a second earlier. "I didn't mean it like that-" I sigh, "I just- I would've been more careful if you'd told me, baby. I don't mind at all." I kiss her head.
"I didn't think it'd hurt," she admits softly, wiping the few tears that slipped out, resting her head on my shoulder.
"It's okay," I rub her back. "You alright?"
She nods against me, looks up, "Wanna try again?" she whispers.
"Yeah, okay," I kiss her forehead. "Take your time, sweetheart."
She scoots back to where she was a minute ago, pushing my cock back into her as I lean back on my forearms. She takes a minute to sink down fully, and another to adjust, but then, she starts moving, and fuck, I could cum just like that.
She doesn't lift and lower as I expected her to; she fucking holds herself up and twerks on my cock.
"Oooh, fuck, oh fuck," I moan out, falling back on the bed instantly, raking my hands through my hair. "Baby, if I look at you, I'll cum" I warn, squeezing my eyes shut, half panicking.
Is it supposed to feel this good? Did it ever feel this good? Is it her? Is it what she's doing? Is it her pussy?
The soft noises she makes might as well make me cum, too, but I know for a fact I won't be able to hold back if I see what she's doing.
"Min," she moans, "please," she holds herself on my abs instead, and I look at her face.
"Oh crap," she looks so fucking gorgeous. Her hair's falling beautifully around her face, her expression the hottest thing I've seen in decades.
My hands find her hips, and I stop her movements. "Why?" she whines. I adjust myself under her, lift her hips a little, and a whine escapes her when I thrust up into her cunt.
"Gosh, Angel, you... " You feel so perfect," I groan. I lift her off my cock slightly with my hands, holding her ass firmly, then begin slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."
She whimpers, clenching down on me when I hit a deep spot in her that makes her arms shake. "Feels good? Right there?" I pant, giving several thrusts against her G-spot, and she nearly screams.
"Shit, you look so pretty," I moan. "Let me feel you cum on me."
And she does. Her cunt tightens and pulses on my dick as I push deep into her, her legs shaking while her pussy chokes out my cock.
Feeling her cum on me is enough to send me right over the edge behind her. My lower body goes rigid, and my cum pumps inside of her, painting her insides during what easily is the most euphoric orgasm of my life. My hips involuntarily thrust one, two, three more times, both our releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.
"Fuck," I breathe as she slowly lies down on me, my hands still holding her hips down on mine, cock buried deep in her.
She pants, kisses my chest once, then looks up. "That was nice," she breathes.
I blink at the ceiling. Once. Twice. I look down at her. "Pardon?"
She smiles softly, "I liked it."
I chuckle a little. "Good," I tug her head under my chin, pulling out of her pussy with a sigh. "You did great," I kiss the top of her head.
She hums weakly. "I should've told you I'd never done this," she whispers after a minute.
I click my tongue, "I told you it's fine," I say, "I was just surprised. You didn't seem inexperienced. And also I didn't expect to be... You know, your first time."
She hums, softer, and I start feeling her weight loosen on me. "Thank you," I whisper, "for trusting me."
She hums once more, "Worth it."