skzinked

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✧ welcome to skzinked

writing for seventeen and stray kids — mostly smut, fluff & late night thoughts ☾

✧ who i write for:

stray kids (ot8), especially bangchan, lee know, and changbin

seventeen (ot13), tho i'm kind of a "new carat" (been stanning since happy burstday) for now : seungcheol, jeonghan, joshua, mingyu...

might write randomly about some of my biases from other groups, idk

✧ what i write:

angst | fluff | smut | au | drabbles | short series

masterlist

❤️‍🩹angst

🫧fluff

🔥smut

🌐au

✨drabbles

📖short series

Seventeen :

🫧🔥 Angel (mingyu x reader)

✧ requests:

status: open

please include member + genre + idea

i may take time to answer, i may also never answer, tbh, cuz i'm passing my french baccalaureat (graduating) and soon will move to uni, so, yeah

✧ i don’t write:

bdsm

rape / non-con

gangbangs (might write foursomes, AT MOST)

degrading

smut involving minors

✧ boundaries:

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my work.

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thank you for being here ♡

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⚠️Please, please, please, read the introduction to this story before reading this part.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 4 · Young, wealthy, and entirely broken inside. · ༺ ✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:*Stargazing*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ༻ CHOI SEUNGCHEOL X OC INTRODUCTION Desp

PART 1

w.c : 1.3k

Right after I finish playing, the door across from me opens, and a girl steps out.

I don’t react immediately. I’ve learned not to, not when I’m in someone else’s space. You notice first, assess after—that’s how it’s always been for me. Years of managing people, schedules, expectations, all of it kind of wires your brain that way. You don’t jump to conclusions, you just… take things in.

She pauses when she sees me, barely acknowledging us, and heads to the kitchen like we’re background noise.

I look at Jeonghan, expecting at least a glance, some kind of signal that he’s surprised, too. But he’s still focused on his game, completely unfazed. That’s what throws me off the most. If he’s not reacting, then that's normal.

I look back at her.

She looks exhausted—no, not just tired. Drained. The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t go away with sleep. Her black hair is a mess, her eyes half-lidded like she’s still halfway somewhere else. Sweatpants drag under her heels, her tank top slipping just enough that I look away out of instinct rather than discomfort. She fiddles with a hair tie like it’s the only thing keeping her anchored here.

She opens the fridge quietly.

My head snaps to Jeonghan this time, clearing my throat just enough to break his focus. He frowns at his cards before finally glancing up at me, like I’m the one interrupting something important.

“What?”

“There’s a girl in your fridge,” I whisper.

He looks at her, then back at me, like I just said something stupid. “That’s Sooin,” he answers, calm, obvious.

I blink.

Who the fuck is Sooin?

“That’s a woman,” I tell him.

He blinks back. “I figured, yeah,” and just goes back to his game like that settles it.

I stare at him for a second, then lean closer. “Do one of you guys have a girlfriend I don’t know about?”

It wouldn’t be the first time someone kept something quiet. Our lives don’t exactly allow for normal relationships, and when they do happen, they tend to stay hidden. Still, this doesn’t feel like that. There’s no tension, no awareness from them. Just… routine.

He opens his mouth to answer, but her voice cuts in before he can.

“Did you finish my cookies?”

We both turn to her. Her voice is soft, raspy in a way that sounds like she just woke up, but there’s something clipped in it too, like she’s already annoyed before the conversation even starts. I notice the beer in her hand, the way she opens it without thinking twice.

“No,” Jeonghan hums. “You did. When you came back this morning?”

She stares at him blankly. “I don’t remember,” she shrugs, taking a sip like it doesn’t matter. Then her gaze shifts to me, sharp, direct, like I’ve been in her line of sight this whole time and she just decided to acknowledge it.

“Which one are you?”

I glance at Jeonghan. Of course, he’s not helping.

“Seungcheol,” I answer.

“The leader,” she hums.

“Can you say hi when you meet new people?” Jeonghan sighs at her.

Her eyes don’t leave me. There’s something calculating in the way she stares, not judgmental, not curious either—just… assessing. Like she’s deciding whether I exist beyond this moment.

“Hi,” she says finally.

Apparently, I do.

“Hi,” I nod back.

“Can you present yourself?” Jeonghan adds, like this is a completely normal interaction.

This whole situation is ridiculous. He’s asking her to introduce herself like she’s a kid, except she clearly isn’t, and the weirdest part is that I don’t know her at all, but she already feels like someone who wouldn’t care if I had a stroke right now.

She takes another sip, as if she needs it to be able to present herself. “I’m Sooin,” she says, already turning away before the sentence is fully finished.

Short. Efficient. Done.

“I’m going out with Seokmin tonight,” she adds.

That makes me pause.

Seokmin?

She knows Seokmin? Our Seokmin?

“Without me?” Jeonghan asks, offended in a way that feels half real, half habit.

“Yes, you fastidious queen, without you,” she replies, already halfway to her room.

The door shuts behind her.

Silence.

I look at him again. He shrugs. “Don’t mind her, she’s like that.”

“Always?”

He nods. “Once you get to know her, she softens a little, but… yeah.” He hesitates just enough for me to notice. “She has PTSD or something like that.”

I don’t react right away. I just take it in, file it somewhere in the back of my mind.

“The more she sees you, the more normal she’ll be,” he adds. “She’s like a wild cat.”

I huff quietly. “Should I throw a little food her way?”

He actually considers it. “That might help.”

I shake my head, but I’m already thinking about it more than I should. We go back to the game like nothing happened, but my focus isn’t fully there anymore.

“Quick question,” I say after a moment.

He hums.

“Who is she?”

He looks up, annoyed. “Sooin. Didn’t catch that?”

I smack my cards against his head. “I did. What is she to you?”

He leans back. “Roommate. Moved in two weeks ago. Old friend. From Hwaseong. Needed a place.”

Simple answer.

Doesn’t feel like a simple situation.

I let it go for now. I’ve learned when to push and when not to. It’s part of the job, part of being the one people look at when things get complicated. You don’t force answers—you wait until they come to you.

Still, I don’t forget.

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I wake up to soft light filtering through the shutters, the kind of quiet morning I don’t get often enough. My body’s still tired in that familiar way, the kind that doesn’t fully go away no matter how much you rest. Being responsible for twelve other people tends to do that. You learn to carry things even when you’re off the clock.

I step into the kitchen, and Joshua’s already there, like always.

“Morning.”

“Morning.”

It’s easy with him. It always is.

Coffee helps. It anchors me, gives me something steady before the day starts pulling again. I don’t think about schedules or rehearsals yet, and I don’t think about the constant pressure of keeping everything running smoothly. For a second, it’s just this.

Then the front door opens.

Sooin steps in.

She looks different from last night, but not in the way most people would. Still beautiful, sure, but that’s not what stands out. It’s the way she carries herself—looser, unbalanced, like whatever held her together earlier is gone now. Her blouse hangs off her frame, her steps are slightly off, and there’s a faint flush on her cheeks that doesn’t come from sleep.

She pauses in the doorway.

Her gaze moves across the room—Joshua, then Jeonghan, then me.

It stops.

There’s no greeting. No acknowledgment beyond that look. Just something sharp, something distant, like she’s measuring the space and deciding she doesn’t belong in it.

Then she turns and walks straight to her room.

The door closes.

I don’t realize I’ve stopped moving until the silence settles again.

I glance at Joshua. “Is that… normal?”

He exhales quietly, like this is something he’s used to explaining without actually explaining. “She probably had a rough night.”

I nod slowly, but it doesn’t sit right with me.

“She’s kind when she wants,” he adds, offering a small smile like that’s supposed to balance it out. “You’ll see.”

Maybe.

I take another sip of my coffee, but it doesn’t taste the same anymore. Somewhere between last night and this morning, something about her stuck.

And I don’t think it’s going to let go that easily.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL X OC

INTRODUCTION

Young, wealthy, and entirely broken inside.

Despite her privileged life in Seoul, Sooin struggles with everything daily.

Seungcheol, her roommates' best friend: confident, iconic idol whose life seems perfectly mapped out, sees not just her fragility, but a spark worth saving.

⚠️I don't own any character other than Sooin and Seolhwi

⚠️I own the plot

⚠️No translation allowed

⚠️Mature content (alcohol, depression, drugs, PTSD, SA, sexual content, swearing, violence, rape)

⚠️This story is not a lovey-dovey romance fanfiction, expect heavy mental health themes and sensitive topics

⚠️Since I consider everyone who reads this story to be aware of the previous points, there will be no warning for chapters (I will only warn of sexual content, without precision).

~Playlist~

Theme song : Stargazing-KYGO, Justin Jesso

Breakthru-Queen

If I could only reach you

If I could make you smile

Lose my mind-Don Toliver ft. Doja Cat

Yeah, it feels so good, I might just lose my mind

No question if it's wrong or right

Ain't no way to tell which way it's gonna go, yeah

Counting Stars-OneRepublic

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Dancing in the Flames-the Weeknd

Everything's faded, we barely made it

The fire's ragin', but you're still beautiful

And it's amazin', 'cause I can taste it

Our final odyssey

When the party's over-Billie Eilish

Don't you know too much already?

I'll only hurt you if you let me

Elastic Heart-Sia

And I will stay up through the night

And let's be clear, won't close my eyes

We can't be friends (wait for your love)-Ariana Grande

I didn't think you'd understand me

How could you ever even try?

Beautiful Girl-INXS

Now where did you find her

Among the neon lights

That haunt the streets outside

She said, stay with me

High Horse-NMIXX

Sick of that high horse

I just can't take it no more

Staring :

Jo Yuri as Shin Sooin

16/8/1999

Korean

Former Chiropractic Student

Choi Seungcheol

8/8/1995

Korean

Idol (Seventeen)

Hong Joshua

30/12/1995

Korean-American

Idol (Seventeen)

Yoon Jeonghan

4/10/1995

Korean

Idol (Seventeen)

Shin Hye Sun as Shin Seolhwi

2/5/1979

Korean

Neurosurgeon

Potential other Seventeen members

The human brain truly is the scariest thing of all.

She is proof of it. The war behind her eyes when she's sober, and the lack of it when she's not.

It isn't something you can see the way you see a broken bone or a scar. The thing in her - it's quieter, crueler, it hides in her words, in her sleep, in her silence. It learned long ago that the world is not a safe place, and now it refuses to forget.

She's on the balcony again tonight, a bottle of whiskey her only company. The air is sharp, biting, but she doesn't seem to feel it. Her bare feet dangle in the void as she sits against the railing. Her hair is wild with the wind, a tangled mess that smells faintly of smoke. She looks like someone who's halfway between being alive and being gone.

Sometimes I wonder if she drinks to drown her thoughts. The liquor turns her eyes glassy, but never softer. She doesn't talk much anymore. When she does, it's short and scattered, like she's afraid of saying too much. There's a distance in her voice that no amount of love seems to be able to close.

She tells me she hates people, that humans are cruel and selfish and loud. I know she doesn't mean me in that, but it still hurts.

She also says the day feels fake, too bright, and too full of pretending, so she sleeps through it. Night makes more sense to her - dark, honest, and quiet enough to breathe.

When she finally looks at me, her eyes catch the streetlight, and for a second, she almost looks like the girl she must have been before the world taught her to flinch.

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Angel

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.

There’s 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. She’s 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 I’ve seen it.

“And then he just- you’re not listening,” she interrupts herself, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I am,” I say, leaning back, watching her more than I’m listening. “I just don’t agree with your storytelling skills.”

“My storytelling skills are incredible.”

“They’re biased.”

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 don’t fill it right away.

She shifts after a second, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, and reaches for my hand like it’s nothing. Like it’s a habit.

Her fingers slide over mine, turning my hand palm-up, tracing the lines there absentmindedly.

I watch her do it.

Her index slid up my fingers, then traced the lines, pressing a little.

“I know I have pretty hands,” I say after a moment, voice quieter now. “You don’t have to let go if you don’t want to. I can be your personal hand holder.”

She huffs a small laugh, but her thumb presses a little more firmly into my palm instead of pulling away. “That’s such a scam.”

“Hey, it’s a premium service.”

“Yeah? What’s included?”

I tilt my head, pretending to think. “Well, it's free, first of all.”

She snorts, shaking her head, but doesn’t 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 doesn’t move away.

Neither do I.

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.

There’s a shift then. It’s subtle, but it’s there. The air feels heavier, like something’s building, and neither of us is pretending not to notice anymore.

She looks up at me, and I meet her eyes. We’re 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 isn’t 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 don’t give myself time to overthink it.

I lean in and kiss her.

It’s soft at first. Testing.

She freezes- just for a second, and then she kisses me back, and it’s 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.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispers again, like she’s trying to convince herself.

“Probably,” I say.

And then she kisses me first this time.

It’s messier now. Less careful. She laughs quietly into it when we bump noses, and I can’t 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.

“You’re an idol,” she says, a little breathless, like the thought just hit her. “And I’m a…”

She trails off.

I don’t let her spiral there.

“You’re a girl in my apartment, on my couch,” I say, steady, keeping my hands firm on her so she has to look at me. “A beautiful girl, with a guy who really, really wants her.”

She stares at me for a second, like that lands somewhere deeper than she expected.

Then she kisses me again.

It shifts after that.

The laughter doesn’t disappear, but it fades into something quieter, woven into the way she moves closer without thinking now, the way her hands don’t hesitate anymore. I let mine slide from her waist to her hips, slow enough that she can stop me if she wants to.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she presses closer.

The kiss deepens, slows, stretches out into something that feels less like a joke and more like something we’ve been avoiding for too long.

At some point, I feel her tense- just slightly.

I pull back immediately.

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.

“Hey, talk to me.” 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 can’t even begin to imagine what’s going on in her head.

“I’m okay,” she says quickly, but her voice wavers. “Just- give me a second.”

I nod, softer now. “We can stop.”

She shakes her head almost immediately, her fingers curling into my shirt again like she’s anchoring herself. “No. I don’t want to stop.”

There’s a steadiness in the way she says it that settles something in me.

“Okay,” I murmur.

I don’t rush back in.

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, it’s deliberate.

And this time, when we kiss, it’s 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.

"What?" I look up.

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."