Summary: It’s Thomas’s first official day as a Runner, and he’s ready to learn the ropes, except his two designated trainers, you and Minho, have way too much chemistry for him to focus.
CW: glader slang, minho is not subtle
A/N: he is so fine no further comments. if this was today, book minho would be a part of the sassy man apocalypse most definitely.
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The morning sun’s barely up, the first signs of light just passing the maze walls when Thomas stumbles into the Map Room, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. You’re already there, harness on, hands on your hips, grinning like you’ve got the Maze in your pocket. Minho’s close by, leaning next to you, casual as ever, flipping a pencil between his fingers, his eyes drinking in your figure.
“Greenie!” you call, loud enough to make him flinch. “Ready to run or ready to puke?”
“Uh…” Thomas glances between you and Minho. “Both?”
Minho chuckles, pushes himself off the wall. “You’ll get used to it shuckface. Or die. Either way, problem solved.”
You roll your eyes. “Ignore him. He just a shank who likes scaring newbies. Makes him feel tall.”
“I am tall,” Minho shoots back, moving to stand in front of you, tilting his head to display his jaw line. “And fast. And smarter than-”
“a bag of rocks,” you interrupt with a smirk.
Thomas blinks. “...are you two always like this?”
“Like what?” you ask innocently, grabbing your gear.
“Like… this,” Thomas gestures vaguely between you, like the sheer amount of banter is physically overwhelming him.
Minho just smirks. “Come on, Greenie. Rule number one , don’t get killed. Rule number two, try to keep up with her.” He nods toward you like you’re some kind of lethal weapon in running shoes, his gaze following the movement of your hips in those shorts.
You sling your pack over your shoulder. “And rule number three, if Minho tells you to turn left, double-check that he’s not messing with you.”
“That happened like once!” Minho protests.
“Twice,” you correct, already jogging toward the Maze entrance. “Let’s go, boys. The doors don’t wait for slowpokes.”
The thing about Minho, and you’d never admit this out loud, is that he’s infuriatingly good at getting under your skin. Always has a comeback, always pushes you to run harder, and always, always manages to look annoyingly good while doing it, his windswept hair, and his biceps (help my bicep problem is getting worse.) outlined by his faded blue button he wears everyday, which is his attempt at micro-dosing to becoming a cartoon character.
You’re not dating. Everyone knows that.
But everyone also knows there’s an unspoken rule in the Glade: don’t even think about it.
Not because you’re the only girl in the Maze, though that helps keep the dumbasses at bay, but because Minho’s made it crystal clear in that casual, dangerous way of his that you’re his.
And, well… he’s yours.
He grabs your waist gently, always looks at you when you talk to your fellow runners after mapping the maze, you always sit next to eachother, he ties your shoes sometimes, and the one time you got hurt? He didn't leave the med hut until Jeff complained to Alby, who forced one of his best runners to go back to doing his job.
So no one flirts. No one tries. The closest anyone has even gotten was Clint offering you extra water one hot afternoon, and Minho “jokingly” timed how fast he could beat him at arm wrestling right after. Spoiler: it was very fast.
The three of you are deep in the Maze when Thomas realises he’s been third-wheeling a training session. You and Minho dart ahead, trading playful insults as you vault over cracks in the stone.
“You call that fast?” you shout over your shoulder.
“Sweetheart, I’m pacing myself so you don’t eat dirt,” Minho fires back, catching up with a grin.
Thomas groans. “Are you guys seriously flirting while we’re running from things that can kill us?”
“Multitasking, Greenie!” you yell, laughing.
By the time you stop for water, Thomas is sweaty, out of breath, and more confused than ever. Minho tosses you his canteen without asking, like it’s second nature. You take a swig, pass it back, and he drinks from the same spot without hesitation.
Thomas catches it, the way Minho’s gaze lingers on you a beat too long, the way you smile at him like no one else exists. And the way everyone else back in the Glade definitely knows.
“You two…” Thomas says slowly, “...are something else.”
Minho shrugs, wiping his mouth. “Nah. We’re just good partners.”
You smirk. “The best.”
Thomas mutters under his breath, “Yeah, partners. Right.”
Somewhere far off, the Maze walls shift, and you glance at Minho with that spark in your eye. He grins back. And Thomas just knows, surviving the Maze might be easier than surviving you two.
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Summary: you make your boyfriend play the ‘who knows me better’ game, but you told your friend all the answers before hand. So basically just rage baiting, lol. Includes Minho, Aris, Thomas, and Newt. Gn!reader, and friend
Warnings: I don’t think there are any, lmk thooo 🌸 this is really short, and really stupid lolll
A/n: I always see these types of videos, I think they’re just SO funny 😭 guys (I say while talking to a wall) be excited for me, I just got my first copy of the maze runner in English ❤️ and happy thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates 🥳
MINHO
Immediately agrees to play, has 100% confidence that he’s going to win
Knows all of them, your friend just answers like 0.02 seconds quicker
Even if he says it before them, you still give them the point, which is when he starts to pick up that something isn’t right
He GENUINELY starts to flip out. Like, new type of rage he’s never experienced before
“I SAID IT BEFORE THEM! YOU’RE BOTH CHEATING!”
Is literally yelling, thrashing, and whining by like the 5th question. He KNOWS he knows you better
Is insisting that you’re both cheating, won’t let it go until someone admits it
Actually stops the whole game, like literally won’t continue
Rage quit final boss
And if you don’t apologize best believe you’re getting the silent treatment for at least 15 minutes (know your worth, king ✌️)
ARIS
Agrees to play after some coaxing, thought it seemed dumb
He’s confident he knows you well, but doesn’t think he’s gonna go triple platinum or anything
Doesn’t get angry, like a certain somebody, just gets disheartened
After like three questions he’d start to pick up on it
“Wait, are you guys cheating?”
He went from feeling like the world's worst boyfriend, to feeling like an idiot for not noticing that sooner
Probably thought it was funny, rather than rage inducing
Guilts you into saying sorry, lol 💔
THOMAS
He agreed to play to assert a kind of superiority over your friend. In a friendly way, of course
Extremely sure he knows you better
Imminently gets frustrated when your friend gets the first one before he did
“Wha- what no! I knew that one”
Loses it once he CLEARLY gets on before your friend but doesn’t get the point
Once he picks up that you guys are cheating, he also starts to cheat 😭
Starts covering your friends mouth, or just shoving them out the way
Not afraid to get physical, clearly
Makes you apologize to him, by like pouting or something stupid
NEWT
Agrees to play, because you were acting like this was life or death
Probably picks up on the fact your ahh is cheating immediately
Just by the way you’re cheesing 😭
Doesn’t say anything
Actually, I feel like he’d just intentionally start getting questions wrong because it’s funny
“You guys are such cheaters.”
Probably rolls his eyes all sassy
You both have to apologize to each other by the end because his answers to the questions were lowk outrageous 😭💔
I was wondering if I could make a silly little Newt request! Fem reader who’s super stubborn and hard-headed :P
༄ UNFORTUNATE PAIN
newt! x fem!reader
synopsis: nothing can stop you from getting back to work, not even a stupid, broken, basically healed, leg (except maybe your boyfriend)
tags: established relationship, stubborn (but determined) reader, both equal simps for eachother, protective newt, a little bit of force but not with intent to harm
wc: 1.4k+
a/n: AHHHHH first thing published omgggg, mind you it’s not the first thing i started working on🥲 ts lowk ass but trust the process guys okay, also, thoughts, i’m basically begging just give me all your criticism cus ik there’s something wrong with this i just dk what. drop it thru my inbox i promise i will not be offended i just want to know how i can improve. anyways thank you and enjoy. (also title can reference to the pain in her leg and newt being the pain😛) (wow she can do double meanings) (sorry guys i’m trying to appear smart) ALSO, anon, i can only imagine this is NOT what you had in mind when you made this request, but pls have mercy on me.
main ms
It's very early when you wake up, sun barely rising over the maze walls. It was silent outside, no one awake yet. Perfect.
You push yourself up and off the bed, leg aching slightly as you slowly walk over to the medicine cabinet, reaching in to take 2 painkillers.
Technically, you hadn't been given the all clear to go back to work, but Clinton did say, 'you've basically fully recovered', so you took it as the sign you needed. You were so sick and tired of sitting around uselessly when you should be in the Maze, running and memorising. All because you got back to the glade a tiny bit too late and the doors of the maze basically closed of you, absolutely crushing your leg.
2 months. 2 whole months of laying in the stupid medical room of the Homestead, barley being able to move from one place to the other without help. Well that ends today.
Carefully pushing open the door, you glance around before moving as quickly and quietly as possible to get your uniform, strapping the chest piece on and grabbing your knives.
Your plan was going so unbelievably well, you could feel your heart start to race in excitement. You’re ready, everything perfectly in place, now you just have to wait for the doors to open.
Jogging around the side of the glade, you hid in the vines on the walls, crouched low so no one would see you if they walked past.
Any minute now….any second.
The rumble of the doors echoed through the silence of the glade, the large stone walls groaning as they withdrew into themselves creating an opening. Your heart skipped a beat.
Still hidden in the vines, you crept closer to the door. You knew you couldn’t go in yet, as much as you wanted too. The doors had only just opened, which meant Minho would be out any second to start his route, and you weren’t stupid enough to get caught by him, so you stayed hidden.
As if on cue, the leader of the Runners made his way out of Homestead, his own uniform and weapons on. But to your absolute horror, your boyfriend was right there with him.
Well shit.
Mission somewhat possible just became mission impossible, because Newt somehow had a sixth sense when it came to you, so whatever hope you had that you would make it out those doors without being caught disappeared.
You take a quiet step back, breath shallow, then another, and another, until your right back where you started before the doors opened.
Minho gets to the doors, says his goodbyes to Newt, and runs in. Newt however, stays right there.
Well shit again.
In all honesty, you had sort of forgot about him when you planned your great escape, figured he’d be asleep anyway since it was his day off. Clearly, he had no respect for the unspoken rules of a ‘day off’. Typical.
Newt stayed rooted to his spot in front of the maze walls, even when Ben ran past him to start his day, as if he himself didn’t know why he was up so early when he was so tired, or why his consciousness told him he had to be right here right now.
Two minutes passed before he finally decided to move, and your heart hadn’t quietened down for the entirely of that time. His eyes did a quick flick around, double checking to see if there was something his brain was skipping over. When he found nothing, he finally started moving back towards the Homestead, hopefully, to sleep and forget all about you.
You had to be quick now. You waited for him to get far enough that he wouldn’t hear you moving, and then dashed forward through the vines, stopping only briefly when you reached the end of your covers to double check he was still walking, before sprinting (limping) straight to the doors.
So close, so very close.
You’re turning the corner, smile big and bright as the sight of freedom finally becomes real.
And then you hear a cough from behind you.
Whatever high you were on came crashing down, that all too familiar ‘hem-hem’ echoing in your eardrums.
How. Literally, how.
You freeze, then turn ever so slightly to face him. Newt. The love of your life. The man of your dreams.
The destroyer of your goals.
He’s stood there, right behind you as if he never even moved, arms crossed and head tilted. You can’t read his face, can’t tell if he’s mad or smug. His furrowed eyebrows and smirk throwing you off.
“Newt! My love! What are you doing up so early? Do you feel sick baby-”
“Cut the bull shit.”
Okay.
Clearly pretending nothing was happening wasn’t going to works.
Your eyebrows raise in shock, a scoff leaving your mouth, “excuse me?”
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, his smirk becoming more clear. You shrug. “To work.”
He wasn’t going to take this from you. Not when you’d made it so far.
“Who said you’re allowed to do that?”
Your eyebrows raise impossibly higher, how could he stand there and look so good smug, telling you off like you’d done something wrong.
“Excuse me?” You repeat, stepping forward, crossing your own arms over your chest. “Do you have a problem with your girlfriend going to work?”
“I do when she’s supposed to be on bed rest for another three weeks to eliminate the chances of permanent damage.” He argues, coping you by stepping forward, straightening his back.
You narrow your eyes, “there’s no chance of permanent damage. My leg is fine, I can walk perfectly, you’re just wasting a bed keeping me in Homestead.”
He nods his head sarcastically at your statement, pretending for a second that you’ve convinced him. “Oh you’re so right love, how stupid of me to undermine your strength. My apologies, please, continue what you were doing.”
You smile at this, nodding your head in appreciation, before turning back towards the maze. You take two steps, then your lifted off your feet, hands wrapped tight around your thighs. “Hey!” You yell, betrayal evident in your tone, twisting your body and scratching at the arms that held you. “Newt-put me down right now!”
“No can do love I’m sorry. You’re still limping.” He turns around, you still kicking and scratching and twisting in his arms, and starts making his way towards homestead. He was taking you back to your bed.
“No! No I don’t wanna go back! Newt, please, I promise I’m okay put me down!” Still he shakes his head, feet not stopping for a second. You only had one option.
You throw yourself backwards and Newt goes flying, tripping over his legs and landing smack on the floor. You take advantage of the opportunity, slipping out his arms and sprinting in the direction of the Maze. You’re significantly further than you perceived yourself to be, but you didn’t let that stop you, feet stomping and breath heavy.
You hear a rough and angry huff from behind you, before a pair of footsteps are matching yours.
And you’re so close, so painfully close!
But it seemed the universe wasn’t on your side today, because for the third time, you were stopped.
A body tackled yours to the ground, flipping you over, knees holding your legs down, hands trapping yours to the grass beneath you.
Newts above you, anger very clear. He’s breathing heavy and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s had to run, or because of the whirlpool of emotions he’s experiencing. “What, do you think you’re doing?!”
You groan loudly, fed up with everything going on. The painkillers you took earlier were absolutely useless, and the falling and running causing your leg to extremely hurt, but your still fighting to get up.
“Stop!” He scolds. “Stop fighting! You’re not going into the maze! You’re going back to bed, okay?”
And you do stop, not because he told you to but because you’re tired. “But I’m fine-NO!” You’re picked up off the floor again, this time thrown over his shoulder, legs trapped and dangling. “Ughhhhh!”
“I’m sorry sweetheart but not today, not until your told your okay again.” You fall limp on his shoulders, body exhausted from the trouble it’s gone through. You couldn’t help but curse yourself for picking such a caring man, going out of his way to make sure you’re okay when he should be resting.
But he carries you back to where you started, tucking you in and getting you breakfast, promising that when you can go back to work, it’ll be him getting you ready and prepped. And suddenly you’re feeling very greatful. Mad, that your perfect plan didn’t work, but greatful for the man before you.
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Since you arrived at the Glade, Minho's been so overprotective of you. Yet, whenever you try to speak to him, he never stays to talk.
GENRE ★ Smut & Fluff
PAIRING ★ Fem reader x Minho
WARNINGS ★ Minho has a lot of unspoken feelings, which is why he avoids reader, eventual smut, unprotected sex, awkward and virgin minho and reader, oral
Word Count — 9,91k
Being surrounded by teenage boys who probably haven't seen or had the touch of a girl in years was a challenge. It was like you were a celebrity, and everyone treated you like some sort of rare Pokémon. But Minho, he was something else. He was more than the typical Gladers' curiosity and awkwardness around you; he had this strange protective streak that was kind of cute, kind of annoying, and mostly just confusing.
Whenever one of the boys were act all perverted around you, which admittedly wasn't often, Minho would be right there, giving them a look that could turn milk sour. It was like he had some kind of radar for when you needed saving. But when you tried to thank him, or just get to know him better, he'd vanish faster than a dropped ice cream on a hot sidewalk.
When you needed help doing one of your jobs around the camp, Minho was always the first to volunteer. "Here, let me do that," he'd say, his eyes flicking around to ensure no one was watching too closely. It was like he didn't want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you.
Whenever you tried to do nice things for him, like offer a piece of apple from your meal or help tie his shoelace, Minho would shrug it off with a casual, "I've got it, thanks," and flash you a smile that was a mix of bashfulness and something deeper. It was like he had walls up, but every now and then, you caught a glimpse of what was behind them. You knew he had to be feeling something, because when you were around, his cheeks had a tendency to turn pinker than a sunburnt peach.
One day, as you were both sitting by the bonfire after dinner, the tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife. You couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you always so… extra with me?" you blurted out, trying to keep your voice steady.
Minho looked at you, his eyes widening a bit in surprise. "What do you mean?" He took a deep breath and stoked the fire, sending a shower of sparks into the night air.
"Y'know. Defending me, doing stuff for me, making me stuff, but when I try to say thank you or be nice back, you're gone faster than my hope for a decent bath," you said, trying to keep it light despite the weight of your curiosity.
Minho chuckled, his eyes never leaving the flames. "It's just, you're new here. I don't want the others to get the wrong idea, that's all."
"Yeah, but when I talk to Thomas, he doesn't mention you doing those things for him." You playfully nudged him with your elbow.
Minho shrugged. "Thomas can handle himself. Plus, you're not a boy, so it's different." He glanced at you, and you could see his cheeks reddening again. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been weird. I just don't want you to get hurt here."
"So you're giving me special treatment because I'm a girl?" You couldn't help but smirk, watching his reaction.
He only glanced at you before getting up and walking away. Your lips form in a straight line as you stand as well, following him into the shadows beyond the firelight. "What's going on, Minho?" You ask, your voice a bit shaky this time. "You don't have to treat me like I'm made of glass."
"It's nothing." he mumbles, his eyes still downcast. "It's just that… well, you're not like them."
You followed him all the way to where he slept, watching as he sat on his hammock that swayed slightly in the cool night breeze. "What do you mean 'I'm not like them'?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You know what I mean," Minho said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You're not from here. You're not one of the Gladers. I mean, you are but-"
"Confusing, but okay. I'll take that." You sat down next to him, the hammock swaying as you found your balance. "But why do you always run away when I try to talk to you?"
Minho sighed, his eyes still on the swaying hammock. "It's just… I don't know how to act around you. You're the first girl I've seen in… forever." He picked at the frayed rope of the hammock, his knuckles white. "Back in the real world, before the maze, I had a crush on this girl. I was never really good with girls."
You nodded, trying to understand. "But you guys are like a family here. Why can't I be part of that?"
Minho finally looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "You are, but you're also… I dunno, something more. Something that none of us have had for a long time." He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "It's complicated."
"It kinda sounds like you have a crush on me." You say it as casually as you can, tossing a pebble into the dark.
Minho's head snaps up, his eyes wide. "What? No, it's not like that. I mean, I do like you, but-" He stammers, his cheeks burning like the logs on the bonfire.
"You like me?" You repeat his words, trying to hold in a giggle. It's like watching someone juggle flaming torches while reciting Shakespeare. "As in, like-like?"
Minho nods, his eyes still on the pebble you threw. "Yeah, like-like. But it's not just that, okay?" He sounds defensive, which is kind of adorable.
You lean in closer, your heart doing a little somersault in your chest. "So what is it then?"
Minho sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "It's like… I don't want you to be just another thing that gets destroyed here." His eyes finally meet yours, and you see the sincerity in them.
"…Really?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Is that all?"
Minho nods, his gaze still on the pebble. "It's complicated."
"Doesn't sound complicated. You like me a lot, you don't want me to get hurt… you care about me." You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. "Is that so weird?"
Minho looked at you, his expression a mix of relief and something else you couldn't quite place. "I guess not." He shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But you're the first girl we've had here, and I don't want you to think-"
You cut him off, placing a finger on his lips. "I get it. You're trying to protect me."
He nods, his eyes searching yours. "But I'm not some damsel in distress. I can take care of myself."
"I like protecting you." Minho finally admits, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet night. "But you're right, you can handle yourself. Maybe I just need to get used to the idea."
"Yeah." you say, nodding. "But you don't have to be so… intense about it." You give him a playful nudge, and he chuckles, his eyes finally meeting yours. It's the first time you've seen him truly relax around you.
"Sorry about that," Minho says, his voice a little less guarded than before. "I just don't want to see you go through what the rest of us have."
You nod, understanding his protectiveness now. "It's sweet, really." You smile, letting your hand linger on his arm for a moment. "But I can handle myself."
Minho looks at you, his eyes searching yours for a long moment before he finally nods. "Alright, I'll ease up a bit." He says, his voice a mix of relief and hesitation.
"But I'll still be here if you need me," he adds, his hand brushing against yours. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, making you shiver.
You stare at his hand for a bit. It's so warm, and for a moment, you think about taking it in yours. But instead, you lean back, trying to act cool. "Thanks, Minho. I appreciate it."
Minho nods, looking away again. You can see his throat bob as he swallows. "Yeah," he breathes out, his eyes on you and never leaving. "I, uh, have a question."
"Yeah?" You reply casually, your heart racing like it's trying to escape your ribcage. "Shoot."
"Can I, um," Minho starts, his voice cracking a bit. "Can I kiss you?"
You blink, surprised. "What?" You ask, playing dumb. But inside, your heart is doing a backflip.
Minho clears his throat, looking a bit sheepish. "I said, can I kiss you?" He repeats, his voice a little stronger this time.
You blink, your heart thumping in your chest. "Oh. Uh, sure, I guess?" You reply, trying to play it cool despite the fact that your stomach is doing backflips.
Minho's eyes widen a bit, and he leans in, his hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, sending a warm shiver down your spine. And before you can overthink it, his lips are on yours. It's a soft, tentative kiss, like he's not quite sure if you're real or if he's dreaming. But you're there, very real, and very much enjoying it.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepens. His hand moves to the small of your back, and you can feel his heart beating as fast as yours. The world around you fades away, and it's just the two of you, the sound of the hammock creaking the only thing that reminds you that you're not floating in some heavenly dimension.
When you finally break away, both of you are breathless. You rest your forehead against his, your eyes closed for a moment, just savoring the feeling of being this close to him. "Wow," you murmur, a soft smile playing on your lips.
"You're a really good kisser." Minho says, his voice still a bit raspy from the passion of the moment.
"You're the first person I've kissed so… thank you," you say, your cheeks feeling like they're on fire.
Minho laughs, a bit awkwardly, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "Yeah, no problem." He runs a hand through his hair, looking a bit flustered. "It's just… I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's like… it's like you're the first taste of water after a year in the desert, you know?"
You nod, smiling. "I get it. It's weird, but I'm kind of feeling the same." You lean back on the hammock, looking up at the stars. "It's so weird actually being alone with you."
"Yeah, well, once everyone gets back we won't be alone." Minho says with a smirk, a hint of sadness behind it.
"Well…what about that little hut with the map of the maze in it?" You suggest, your voice teasing, pointing to the shack at the edge of the glade. "It's pretty much empty since you don't let anyone but you in it."
Minho's eyes widen, and you can see the gears turning in his head. "You want to…?"
"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, trying to act like it's no big deal. But your heart is racing like you've just been called to run the maze again. You're actually going to be alone with him…
Minho grins, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Alright, let's go." He jumps off the hammock, and you follow, your legs feeling a bit wobbly. The night air is cool on your skin as you walk over to the map shack, his hand brushing against yours every so often.
Once inside, you both stand awkwardly for a moment, not sure what to do next. The shack is small, just enough room for the two of you and the large maze map that takes up most of the area. It smells faintly of wood and sweat, a testament to the hours Minho spends here planning and strategizing.
"So…" you start, trying to break the silence that's as thick as peanut butter. "What did you…wanna do?"
Minho stared at you like a deer in headlights, his usual cool demeanor momentarily forgotten. "I dunno," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Um, I kinda wanna kiss you again."
You couldn't help but laugh at his admission, the tension between you easing like a knot unraveling. "Well, if you insist," you teased, taking a step closer. Before you knew it, your lips were crushing against his again, and it was like the entire world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of heat and desire. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as the kiss grew deeper, your bodies melding together like they were made to fit perfectly.
Minho's hands roamed over your back, sending waves of pleasure down your spine. You've never felt anything quite like this before, and you know that he probably hasn't either. His kisses grew more urgent, and you found yourself responding in kind, your hands tangling in his hair.
The shack's walls seemed to close in around you, the air growing thicker with every passing second. The scent of the earthy woods and the faint smell of his sweat filled your nostrils, making your head spin. It's like you're in a whole new world, a world where the only thing that matters is the connection between the two of you.
As Minho's hands began to wander, you felt a thrill run down your spine. He's not just a friend anymore, not just the guy who's had your back since you arrived. Well, he hasn't been since the first kiss anyway. He's someone who makes your heart race, who makes you feel things you've never felt before. And as his fingertips grazed your waist, you realized that you didn't want to stop this, not now, not ever.
"What are we doing?" you whispered, your voice hoarse with passion.
"I don't know," he gulps, pressing his forehead against yours. "But it feels pretty damn good."
You laugh, the tension in your chest loosening up like a tight knot finally coming undone. "It does." You admit, smiling against his skin.
Minho's hands slip down to your hips, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest. "You know, we could just keep doing this," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "I-I don't really know what to do though."
"Me neither," you admit with a giggle, your cheeks flushing. "But I'm willing to learn with you."
Minho's eyes widen, and he swallows hard. "Yeah?" He whispers, his hands tightening on your hips.
You nod, feeling brave. "Yeah." You say, your voice a little shaky.
Minho smiles, a genuine, warm smile that lights up his face. "Okay, cool." He takes a step closer, and suddenly, you're not just in a shack with a boy you like a lot. You're in a universe where the only thing that matters is the two of you and this moment.
You lean in again, and this time, your kiss isn't shy or tentative. It's like you've both found the manual on 'How to Kiss Someone You Like Without Dying of Embarrassment', and you're both experts. His hands are on your waist, and yours are in his hair, and it feels like you're the only two people in the world.
"So, I've never done anything like this before," Minho says between kisses, his voice a bit raspy. "But based on what you did in my dreams I-"
"What was I doing?" You pull back, laughing through your blush. "You're pretty good at this for a first-timer," you tease, trying to lighten the mood.
Minho grins, his cheeks a little redder than usual. "Well, I've had a lot of time to think about it," he admits with a sheepish look. "But seriously, we can go slow. I don't wanna mess anything up."
"Yes yes, okay, but what was I doing in your dreams?" You tease, poking his ribs, making him squirm.
Minho chuckles, the sound echoing through the small shack. "Well, uh, you were laying down and didn't have any…clothes on,"
"And?" You say, your curiosity piqued, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "What happened next?"
Minho clears his throat, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red. "Well, uh, I woke up before we got to the…uh…good part," he admits, looking a bit embarrassed.
"We can do it here. I think, this hut is pretty cramped."
"If we lay down it'll be better. If you're fine with that," Minho says, his voice thick with want. "Wait-" he took his harness off and started to unbutton his shirt, "Lay your head on this,"
"Or we could just…grab a blanket from the hammocks."
"Yeah.. yeah! I'll go grab one!" his shirt was already halfway unbuttoned when he started running to the door.
You watch him go, your cheeks hot as a freshly baked apple pie. You can't believe you're about to do this, but at the same time, you're pretty excited. It's like all the anticipation has been building up, and now you're finally going to get to the fun part of the story.
When he comes back with the blanket, you both spread it out on the ground. It's not exactly the softest or cleanest surface, but right now, you couldn't care less. You sit down, and Minho sits next to you, close but not too close. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it's like you're sitting next to a bonfire.
"So…" he starts, his voice like gravel, "You're really okay with this?" He's looking at you like you're some kind of alien, but you know it's just nerves. You nod, trying to play it cool, but your heart's doing the samba in your chest.
"Yeah! I just, um, don't know what to do." You admit, feeling your cheeks go up in flames. "But I trust you." You add, giving him a shy smile.
"I dunno what to do either, okay? Um, we'll just-" he lifted a hand, but didn't touch you yet. "Can I…?"
You nodded, and Minho's hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His touch was softer than you'd ever felt, like a feather brushing against your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned into it, your eyes fluttering closed.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you, especially considering the circumstances you'd found yourselves in. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you with a mix of awe and fear, like he couldn't believe he was allowed to touch you.
"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, trying to ease the tension. Minho's grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again. This time, it wasn't just your lips that felt the warmth of his touch; his hand found its way to the small of your back, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You melted into him, letting him take the lead.
"I've dreamt of this," he murmured against your skin. "But I didn't know it would be like this." His voice was a mix of wonder and need.
"Can we do what we did in your dream?" You whispered, your voice shaking with excitement.
Minho's eyes went wide, and he nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Yeah, I'd like that." He said, his voice barely audible.
"What did we do first?"
"Um," Minho starts, his voice a little shaky. "Well, you were, like, lying down." He gestures to the ground, his cheeks burning brighter than the bonfire outside.
"Ah, okay," you nod, not really understanding where he's going with this. You lay down on the makeshift blanket, your heart racing like it's about to escape your chest. "And then what?"
Minho takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning the map on the table nearby for a brief moment, like he's seeking guidance from the twisting paths. "Okay, cool," he says, his voice still a little shaky. He sits down beside you, and for a second, you just lay there, looking into each other's eyes, the awkwardness of the situation making you want to laugh. But the seriousness in his gaze tells you he's not joking around. He's dead set on making this right.
"So, we start with, uh, this?" He reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering over your stomach. You nod, your heart thumping in your chest like a drummer on a caffeine binge. His fingers trace a line up your shirt, and you can't help but shiver. It's like he's trying to memorize every inch of your skin, every curve and dip.
"Is this good?" He whispers, his breath hot on your neck. You nod again, unable to form coherent words. You've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, so safe at the same time. It's a weird mix of emotions, like when you're on a rollercoaster, terrified but loving every second of it.
Minho's hand slides up, and you can feel the roughness of his palm against your skin. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it's like you've swallowed a handful of fireworks. Your whole body is tingling, and you're pretty sure you're glowing in the dark. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice barely audible. "That's…that's really good."
He smiles, his eyes never leaving yours. It's like he's checking in with you, making sure you're okay with every little move he makes. It's sweet, but also a bit annoying because you're about to combust with anticipation. "How about this?" He whispers, leaning in closer, his hand moving up to cup your breast.
You suck in a sharp breath, your body arching into his touch. It feels like liquid fire is running through your veins, and you can't believe this is happening. You nod again, your eyes fluttering shut. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice barely a whisper. "That's…that's perfect."
Minho's eyes are on your face, watching every reaction, every little gasp and shiver you make. He slips his hand under your bra and his thumb begins to circle, and you can feel it swell under his touch. It's like he's playing a fine instrument, and every stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through you.
"You're so perfect," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. You can't help but let out a little moan, which only seems to spur him on. His hand moves to the button of your pants, and you can feel the anticipation building.
"Minho, I-" you start, but he shushes you with a kiss.
"Let's just go with the flow," he murmurs, his eyes dark with need. "Whatever feels right."
"I-I know but-" you pout a little, grabbing his wrist gently. "I didn't, like- shave and stuff."
"You think I did?" Minho quips, raising an eyebrow. He's trying to lighten the mood, but his voice is shaky, too. He's just as nervous as you are. "There's nothing here to really shave with."
You laugh, the tension breaking like a dam. "Good point," you say, letting go of his wrist. "Okay, let's just…see where this goes."
Minho nods, a smile playing on his lips as he leans down to kiss you again. Your hands find their way under his shirt, exploring the warm, solid planes of his chest. His skin is smooth, the muscles firm beneath your fingertips. You can't believe that you're doing this, that you're with him like this.
You break away to catch your breath, your eyes locking with his. "Is this…are we really doing this?" You ask, half-joking, half-serious.
Minho chuckles, his eyes crinkling with mirth. "I think we're way past the 'are we really' part, don't you?" He says, his voice low and gruff with desire.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," you murmur, feeling your cheeks heat up. "But it's just…I've never done anything like this before." You admit, your voice a little shaky.
"I haven't either. Just…" Minho swallows hard, his eyes searching yours, "just trust me, okay?" He says it like he's asking for the world, but all you can do is nod. Because right now, you're feeling like you could trust this boy with your life, your heart, everything.
He slipped his hand under your pants, his touch feather-light as he found you. You gasped into his mouth, your body responding to him like it's been waiting for this moment forever. You've never felt so alive, so seen, so…right.
"C-Can you tell me what feels good?" Minho stammers. You nod, your breaths shallow. You're not sure if you're ready for this, but you want it. You want him. So, you take a deep breath and tell him,
"Just go slow. And um, let me take my pants off first." You giggle, trying to ease the tension that's thick as molasses in the air.
Minho nods, his eyes never leaving yours. You can see the excitement in them, the same excitement mirrored in your own. "Okay, sure," he says, his voice a little shaky. You sit up and pull off your pants, feeling the cool air kiss your bare legs. You're wearing simple underwear, nothing fancy, because who needs fancy when you're stuck in a dystopian nightmare? But the way Minho's eyes widen when he sees you makes you feel like you're wearing a crown of roses.
"You're so…wow," he says, his voice barely a whisper. You blush and look away, not quite believing the words coming out of his mouth. But when you look back at him, the sincerity in his eyes makes you believe it.
You take his hand and guide it to the spot you've been dreaming of. He's so gentle, it's like he's handling a fragile piece of china, but you want more. "Don't be shy," you whisper, your voice a mix of encouragement and desire. "You can be a bit rougher."
"I know, it just…" he stammers, his hand trembling as it hovers over your bare skin. "It's like you're, I don't know, some kind of…goddess or something," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You laugh, the sound a little shaky. "I'm pretty sure I'm not," you reply, trying to keep things light. But his eyes are so intense, it's hard to look away. "Come on," you urge, taking his hand and placing it back on your thigh. "Let's just, you know, go with it."
Minho nods, his eyes flicking down to where his hand is on your skin, then back up to yours. "Okay," he says, sounding a bit more sure of himself. He slides his hand up further, his fingertips grazing the lace of your underwear. You can feel the heat radiating from his palm, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through you.
"It's okay," you murmur, reaching down to help him. Your hand covers his, and together, you move his fingers to where you want them. He's so nervous, it's almost adorable. You can feel his heart racing against your chest as he tries to follow your silent instructions. It's like he's trying to solve the maze with his hands instead of his brain.
"It's," he gulps. "You're really wet."
You can't help but laugh, a little breathlessly. "Well, you're not exactly giving me a reason not to be," you murmur, your cheeks hot. You feel his hand shaking a little, and it makes you realize that even though he's seen a lot, he's still pretty new at this. "It's okay," you whisper, placing your hand over his. "Just…just do what feels natural."
Minho takes a deep breath, his eyes squeezed shut. It's like he's trying to will himself to be more confident. And when he opens them again, there's a new determination in them. He slides his fingers under the lace, and you suck in a sharp breath as he touches you. It's not perfect, not by a long shot, but the fact that he's trying, that he's here with you, makes it feel like the best thing you've ever felt.
"Is that…okay?" He whispers, his eyes searching yours.
You nod, your cheeks on fire. "It's okay," you say, your voice a little shaky. "But maybe a little more…gentle?"
Minho's eyes widen, and he nods frantically. "Sorry," he whispers, his hand retreating slightly. You take a deep breath and grab his wrist again, guiding his fingers back to where they were. You placed his fingers on your sensitive little bud, showing him where to touch you.
"H-Here," you stutter, placing his finger where you know it will feel the best. His touch is a bit too rough at first, but he quickly adjusts to your guidance, his movements becoming more confident as you let out a sigh of pleasure. His eyes are wide with wonder, watching every reaction that plays out on your face.
"Like this?" He whispers, his eyes searching yours for approval. You nod, a soft moan escaping your lips as he hits the spot. It feels like a million butterflies have taken flight in your stomach, each wing beat echoing between your legs.
"Oh my god," you breathe, your eyes rolling back in your head as Minho's finger circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure. It's like he's finally found the cheat code to your body's response system, and he's not letting go anytime soon. You can feel yourself getting closer, your hips bucking into his hand as you try to get more of his touch.
"D-Don't stop, please," you gasp, your hands clutching at the blanket beneath you. Minho's eyes are locked on yours, his focus absolute as he continues his tender exploration. His thumb is now rubbing in soft, steady circles, and it feels like a warm summer breeze dancing across your most intimate parts.
You lean your head back, arching your spine as the sensations build. Your breathing turns ragged, and you know you're close. "M-Minho," you moan, your voice trembling with the intensity of your need. "I think…"
"Yeah?" He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity in his gaze sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you know you're about to fall off the edge.
"I-I think…I'm-" you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. But Minho doesn't laugh, doesn't tease. Instead, he nods, a smoldering look in his eyes that tells you he's just as turned on as you are. He speeds up his movements, and you can feel the orgasm building, like a wave about to crash over you.
Your back arches, and you cry out as the wave crests and breaks, leaving you gasping for air. Minho's eyes are wide, watching you with a mix of amazement and concern. "Was that…good?" He whispers, his hand stilling.
You nod, gulping trying to catch your breath. "Yes," you whisper, your voice hoarse from your moan. "It was…amazing."
"Can I, um, put my…" he gulps. "Like, um, put them- inside?"
"Your fingers?" You ask, still breathless from your orgasm.
Minho nods, looking at you with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Yeah," he murmurs. "If that's okay with you."
You bite your lower lip, considering his request. You've never been with anyone before, and the idea of it is both thrilling and terrifying. But you want this, you want him. You nod, your heart racing. "Okay," you breathe out, your voice trembling.
Minho nods, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans down and kisses you gently, his thumb still circling your clit. Then, with the same tenderness, he slides one, then two fingers inside of you. You gasp, the feeling of fullness making you feel even more exposed. But the way he's looking at you, like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen, makes you feel powerful instead of vulnerable.
"Does it hurt?" He whispers, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You shake your head, your eyes watering with the new sensation. It's a little uncomfortable, sure, but it's not painful. It's like your body's waking up to a feeling it's never experienced before.
"No," you murmur, your voice a little shaky. "It just feels…weird."
Minho nods, his expression earnest. "Okay," he says softly. "We can stop if you want."
"N-No! No, please," you protest, your voice a mix of surprise and need. "It's just…new. Keep going, please."
Minho nods, his eyes filled with determination. He starts to move his fingers, slow and gentle, like he's trying not to scare a wild animal. You can feel yourself stretching around him, your body trying to accommodate the unfamiliar intrusion. It's strange, but not unpleasant. Just…different.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the shack.
"Mhm," you murmur, your eyes fluttering closed as Minho starts to move his fingers inside you. It's strange, the feeling of him in there, but not unpleasant. It's like your body is trying to remember how to do this dance you've never danced before. You can feel him watching you, waiting for your reaction, and it makes you want to push through any awkwardness to show him that you're okay, that you want this as much as he does.
You start to move your hips with his rhythm, finding comfort in the unfamiliar sensation. It's a slow, tentative dance, both of you feeling each other out. You can feel the tension in the room thicken, and your breathing starts to hitch in your throat. It's like the air is made of honey, sticky and sweet and slow.
"Does that feel good?" He whispers, his eyes searching yours.
You nod, your cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "Yeah, it does," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Minho's smile is like a sunrise in the dark room, chasing away the shadows of your doubt. He starts to move his fingers a little faster, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. You can feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, your body tightening around his hand like a fist.
You've never felt so…alive, so alive and so exposed at the same time. It's like every nerve in your body is singing a new song, a song that you've never heard before but somehow already know all the words to. Your hips start to move of their own accord, grinding into his hand as you try to get closer, to feel more.
You twisted and turned on your back, soon leaning into him, your arm wrapping around the back of his neck. Minho's eyes searched yours for any signs of discomfort, but all he found was a reflection of his own bewilderment and growing excitement. You both knew that you were about to cross a boundary that neither of you had ever dared to approach before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered sweet nothings that sounded like everything. His movements grew more deliberate, his fingers exploring you as if he was solving the last puzzle in the maze. You couldn't help but let out a whimper, your body responding in ways that were new and overwhelming.
"I-I feel like-" you stammer, clutching onto his shirt trying to push each moan out of your throat. "Like I'm gonna-"
"Huh?" Minho's voice is a mix of confusion and excitement as he looks at you with wide eyes. He's never been this close to a girl before, and you can see the nerves dancing across his face like lightning in a storm. But there's also something else there, something fierce and hungry that makes your stomach flip-flop like you're riding the scariest ride at the fair.
You grab onto his hair, your other hand grabbing the back of his neck. You were pressed against him now with your leg over his lip, grinding into his hand like a cat in heat. You couldn't believe this was happening, but it felt so right that you didn't care anymore.
"I'm…I'm gonna do it again," you whisper, your voice shaking with anticipation. Minho's eyes widened, and he nodded, his own breathing ragged. He's never seen someone so responsive, so open with their pleasure. It's like watching a bloom unfold before his very eyes, and he's the one watering it. "I-It feels like I'm gonna pee-"
Minho bit his lip, not saying anything and only moving his fingers faster, the sound of your wetness mixing with your heavy breathing. You could see the determination in his eyes, the desire to make this right, to make you feel good. And that's all you could focus on as he leaned in to kiss you again, his hand still working between your legs.
You felt yourself getting closer, your hips bucking against his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him deeper, trying to communicate everything you couldn't say with words. This was all so new, so raw, but you trusted him. You had to.
Minho's touch grew more confident as he felt your body respond to him. He added a third finger, the stretch making you gasp into his mouth. He paused, his eyes searching yours for approval, and you nodded, your cheeks flushing with arousal. His thumb found your clit again, and the dual sensations sent you spiraling. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, tightening like a spring ready to snap.
"Oh my god-" you gasp as the third finger slides in, your body tightening around his hand. You've never felt so…filled before. It's like your body is made of water and he's the first person to ever touch it, sending ripples of pleasure through every inch of you. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the sound echoing in the small shack like a secret only the two of you share.
"Oh my- I'm-" you gasp, unable to form coherent words as Minho's fingers continue their dance.
You tensed up against him, your nails digging into his skin as your insides contracted around his fingers. "M-Minho," you gasped out, your eyes squeezed shut.
It started off as small spurts of liquid leaving your body, but the more Minho continued to move his fingers, the spurts became bigger, and it had you clutching onto him for dear life. You could feel your body trying to reject his hand, but he was relentless, his touch gentle yet insistent.
Once you finally stopped, you fell limp against him, still clutching onto him like a lifeline. Minho looked at you with a mix of amazement and confusion. "What was that?" He asked, his voice low.
"I-I don't know," you pant, your eyes still closed as you try to catch your breath. "It just felt like…like I needed to…pee." You blush, feeling embarrassed by your body's reaction.
"You didn't though, this- this is something else I think. My whole arm and chest and…everything is wet." He says, his voice filled with wonder as he looks down at his hand.
You open your eyes and look down, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "S-Sorry! Sorry, oh my god."
Minho chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay, I didn't know what was happening either," he admits, a sheepish grin on his face. "But it's…it's not pee, right?"
You shake your head, your cheeks a fiery red. "No, it's not," you murmur, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "Um, should I, um, do something to you…?"
Minho's smile widens, and he nods eagerly. "Yeah," he says, his voice a little shaky. "If you want."
"Like what?" You ask, feeling a bit shy and nervous about what's to come. You've never been this intimate with anyone, let alone someone as inexperienced as you.
"Well," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You could…you know, touch me."
"I know that, but like, where?" You ask, feeling the heat from his body and the warmth of his smile against your skin. You've seen the bulge in his pants, and you know that's what he wants, but you're not sure how to go about it.
Minho's cheeks flush a dark shade of red, and he gestures to his crotch with his free hand. "Um, down there, I guess?"
You swallow hard, your eyes darting down to the bulge in his pants. You've never done this before, but you want to make him feel good, too. You reach out tentatively, your hand trembling as it makes contact with the fabric. He sucks in a sharp breath, and you feel his erection throb beneath your fingertips.
You sit up, your hand hovering over his pants. You can feel the heat coming off him, and your own nerves are buzzing like a swarm of bees in your stomach. You've seen the bulge before, of course, but touching it feels like you're crossing a line you can never come back from.
"What if I do it wrong?" You whisper, your eyes searching his.
Minho's smile is gentle, reassuring. "You can't," he says. "It's all new to me too."
With that, you take a deep breath and unbutton his pants, your heart racing like a mazerunner in the heat of the game. You pull down the zipper slowly, feeling his eyes on you, watching your every move. You're not sure what to do next, but the heat radiating from him is telling you that you're on the right track.
When your hand finally makes contact with the soft fabric of his underwear, you can feel the hardness beneath. You gulp, your eyes flicking up to his. He nods, his own hand still resting on your thigh. You slide the fabric aside, and he groans softly as your hand wraps around him.
You're both fumbling, learning each other's bodies like a map that's never been charted before. You start to move your hand up and down, assuming that's what you were supposed to do, hoping it's what he wants. He gasps, his hips bucking up slightly. "Is this- is this okay?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," he says, his voice strained. "It's…it's perfect." You can feel his pulse in your hand, the throb of his need matching the erratic beat of your own heart. You move faster, a little more confident now, feeling his response. It's like you're both discovering a new language, one made of sighs and whispers and the soft sounds of skin against skin.
Your hand moves in a rhythm that feels natural, the two of you finding a tempo that's all your own. You're both learning as you go, your eyes never leaving each other's as you explore uncharted territory. Minho's breaths come in short, sharp gasps that match the strokes of your hand, his hips moving in sync with your movements. His eyes are wide with a mix of pleasure and fear, like he can't believe this is happening to him.
You lean in, kissing him again, your hand still wrapped around his length. His mouth is sweet, like a secret you're not supposed to know. You can feel his heart racing against your chest, and it makes you feel alive in a way you never have before. Your touch is tentative at first, unsure, but as you get more comfortable, you become bolder. You start to move your hand faster, experimenting with different pressures and angles until you find the one that makes him moan into your mouth.
Minho's hands are still on your thighs, his grip tightening as he feels himself getting closer. You can tell he's trying to hold back, not wanting to end this moment too soon. But you're just as eager, your hand moving in a blur as you watch the emotions play out on his face. His eyes are squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, and every muscle in his body is tense with the effort of not letting go.
You lean in and whisper in his ear, "It's okay, you can let go." It's like the words are a key, unlocking something in him. His body goes rigid for a second, and then he's coming, the warmth of him spilling over your hand. You keep moving, slowing down as he gasps for air, his eyes snapping open to look at you with a mix of awe and shock.
You're both panting, your hearts hammering against each other like you've just run a marathon. The silence in the shack is thick, filled with the sound of your racing hearts and the occasional rustle of the blanket beneath you. You look at Minho, his eyes still wide with wonder, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"That was…" he starts, but trails off, unable to find the words.
You both sit there, breathless and trembling, staring at each other. The moment feels so fragile, like it could shatter with the slightest movement. But there's something else there too, something solid and unshakable. It's like you've just discovered a piece of yourself that you didn't know was missing, and now that you've found it, you can't imagine ever letting it go.
Minho's hand is still wrapped around your thigh, his touch gentle and possessive. You can feel his pulse against your skin, the echo of his climax. You look down at your hand, sticky with his release, and you realize that you've just shared something incredibly intimate with someone who's practically a stranger. But it doesn't feel strange, it feels…right.
"…Okay. I wanna go further," you look at him, sniffling a little. "I, um, I'm ready. I want you in me."
"H-Huh?" Minho's eyes shot open, the reality of your words crashing into him like a griever through the maze walls. His hand, still resting on your thigh, started to sweat. "You…you're sure?"
You nodded, your cheeks burning. "Yeah, I am." You whispered, taking a deep breath. "I trust you."
Minho's expression was a mix of shock and disbelief, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the fear in them, the fear of messing up, of hurting you. But there was also something else, something that made your heart flutter. It was excitement, anticipation, and it was all for you.
You reached up and kissed him, your hand still wrapped around his length. His body tensed under your touch, his breath hitching in his throat. You could feel his heart racing against your palm, the beat of it matching your own. You knew you were both virgins, both inexperienced in the ways of intimacy. But that didn't matter, not right now. What mattered was the connection you had, the trust you'd built in this little shack that felt like the only place in the world.
Minho pulled away, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" He asked, his voice hoarse with need. "We don't have to-"
"I'm sure," you whisper, cutting him off. You've never felt so certain about anything in your life. You want this, you want him, and you're not going to let fear or nerves hold you back.
Minho nods, his eyes filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. He leans in, kissing you gently as he moves to position himself between your legs. You can feel the tip of him against you, and you bite your lip, trying to ignore the ache of anticipation.
"Okay," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "We'll go slow, okay?"
You nod, your heart racing as you feel the tip of him nudging against your entrance. It's like the world outside has stopped spinning, and all that exists is the two of you in this moment. You can feel the head of his dick pushing against you, the pressure building like a storm you've been waiting for your whole life.
Minho's movements are tentative, his eyes never leaving yours as he tries to gauge your reaction. You can see the fear in his gaze, the fear of the unknown, but you're not afraid. You're ready for this, ready to take the leap with him into the abyss of the uncharted.
The tip of his penis pushes against you, and you feel your body tense up. It's not painful, but it's definitely uncomfortable, like you're trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. But you trust Minho, you trust that he'll be gentle, that he'll stop if it hurts too much. You take a deep breath and nod, giving him the okay to proceed.
He pushes a little harder, and you feel yourself start to stretch around him. It's a weird sensation, one you've never felt before. You can see the concentration on his face, the effort it's taking for him to be so careful. And then, with a gasp from both of you, he's inside you. It's not all the way, just the tip, but it's enough to make you feel…full.
"Oh," you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust. It's tight, and it hurts a bit, but you know it's just the first time jitters. You nod, signaling for him to continue.
"You feel so good," he groans, hovering over you. You nod, your eyes still closed as you try to adjust to the new sensation. It's weird, having something inside of you that's not a part of you, but it's not entirely unpleasant either. It's like your body is learning a new dance, one that's a little clumsy at first but getting better with every beat.
Minho starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You can feel him getting deeper with every stroke, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out. It's not painful, exactly, but it's…intense. Like your body is being stretched in a way it's never been stretched before. You're both fumbling in the dark, trying to find the right tempo, the right angle, the right everything.
He's watching you so closely, his eyes never leaving your face. You can see the concern in them, the worry that he's not doing it right. But every time you gasp or whimper, it's not from pain, it's from the sheer overwhelming sensation of having him inside you. It's like your body is trying to tell you a secret that you've been waiting your whole life to hear.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He complies, his movements growing more confident as he feels your acceptance of him. The awkwardness of before is gone, replaced by a desperate need to be as close as two people can be. You can feel him filling you up, stretching you in a way that's uncomfortable but not painful. It's like your body is molding around him, creating a space that was always meant to be his.
"Y-Y/N," Minho gasps, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes deeper, feeling your tightness enveloping him completely. He's never felt anything like this before, and the sensation is so intense, so overwhelming that he's worried he might just pass out. You can see the effort it's taking for him to keep going, to not just give in to the urge to thrust wildly. But he's trying so hard to be gentle, to make this good for you.
You bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. You can see the question in his eyes, the silent plea for reassurance that he's not messing up. You shake your head, your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and pain. "I-It's okay," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "It's good."
Minho's eyes never leave yours as he starts to move again, his hips rocking in a gentle rhythm that you're not sure you're ready for. You're so tight around him, and it's a strange feeling, one you've never experienced before. But it's not entirely unpleasant, and with every thrust, the pain starts to give way to something else, something that feels a lot like…pleasure.
You're both fumbling in the dark, trying to find the right angle, the right pace. It's awkward and a bit embarrassing, but the connection you have is so strong that it makes it okay. You can feel his inexperience in every clumsy stroke, but there's also something incredibly sweet about it. Like you're both discovering this new part of yourselves together, stumbling through the uncharted territory of each other's bodies.
"Oh, oh-" you gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your body arching off the blanket. It feels so good, but you're also a bit overwhelmed. You've never been with anyone before, and you didn't know your body could feel this way. You're not sure if you're doing it right, if you're making the right noises, if your face looks weird. But when you look at Minho, you see that he's just as lost as you are.
His eyes are squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he tries to hold back, his hips jerking slightly with every thrust. It's clear that he's trying to be gentle, but you can feel his inexperience in the way he's moving, the way his hands are tight on your hips like he's afraid you'll slip away.
