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Chan
⇢ summary: your boyfriend doesn't know it’s your first time
⇢ genre: relationship!au, smut
⇢ warnings: smut [fingering, clit stimulation, protected sex, oral sex (f. receiving)], mentions of pain
Chan’s waited for this for a long time. He never really wondered why you two still aren’t having sex, mostly because you didn’t have that much time for dating anyway. So, when you could spend time together, it seemed a bit much to ask you to have sex when he could take you out and actually get to spend quality time with you.
That’s what you two did for a long while—meeting when you could, having nice dates, getting to know each other. Lately, the dates have been ending with you two kissing, hands all over the other person, sometimes sneaking in under clothes to pleasure each other, touching the other with fingers until completion, panting and grunting into each other’s mouths.
Chan wouldn’t change it for the world, even though he’s used to having sex and has sort of come to expect it when he dates. But, when it didn’t happen right away with you, he didn’t think anything of it—not everyone jumps in bed immediately and that was more than fine.
He thought he’d be the one to make the first move, ask you to finally do it once you drove him wild with your moans and touches, and the way you looked at him, be the one to set things in motion. Not even in his wildest dream did he expect you to do that instead.
You: i know we said we’re going out tonight, but how about you come over and we have sex?
Maybe he’s been taking things too slow this time.
So, he said yes, and is now here, easing two fingers inside of you as he stays propped up on his elbow, careful not to crush you with his body weight. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Chan notes stupidly. Of course you’re wet—you’ve been making out for a while now. But, you’re wetter than usual, that’s for sure.
“I’ve been, uh, prepping for it,” you admit, closing your eyes as you kiss him, stopping him from saying anything back for a second or two.
“Prepping?” Chan hums happily, in disbelief that you want him that bad. “You must be really horny for me, yeah?”
“You have no idea.” This time, you admit it without shame, and it sets off something inside of him, makes Chan start moving his fingers just to see you enjoy it. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Me too,” he tells you, fingers gently sliding in and out, thumb brushing against your clit. Finally, he’ll get to have you. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Do it, Chan.” You look at him so sweetly he just can’t say no, even though he’d like to go down on you first.
When he suggests that, you shake your head at him. “It’s fine, really. I’m prepped enough. Condoms are in the drawer.”
Chan opens your drawer and sees the biggest collection of condoms he’s ever seen. You have all kinds—normal, thin, ribbed, all kinds of sizes and patterns and flavors. It’s more condoms than he’s ever since in one place, other than stores. Clearly, you have a lot of sex. Will he be able to live up to your expectations? What he doesn't know is that you had no idea which ones to buy, so you bought all of them.
Chan finds the condoms he usually uses and goes back between your legs. His dick is rock hard, so he eases the condom onto it while looking right at you like you’re a meal he’s about to devour. In a sense, you are. You’re looking at him that way, too, so you’re even.
“Let’s do this,” he tells you, positioning his cock at your entrance and leaning down to kiss you. When your lips meet, he pushes the tip in slightly, then moves it back. Then, he pushes it in an inch, then an inch back, teasing you.
You whine in protest, biting down on his bottom lip, so Chan snaps his hips and enters you fully, up to the hilt.
He immediately knows something’s wrong—you clench around him so hard he can’t move an inch, not without being rough and pulling out using force, which is not something he’s about to do. Your body clenches too, face distorted in what looks like pain, and he hopes to God he hasn’t hurt you. What a fucking idiot Chan is, pushing his cock into you fully on the first try.
“Shit, you okay?” he asks, unsure of what else to do since he can’t move—if he does, it might hurt more. “Do you need more foreplay? I should eat you out, stretch you a bit, hm?”
“No, no, I’m wet enough,” you moan through gritted teeth, but it doesn’t sound like you’re enjoying it that much. “It’s, just—uh—I have to get used to the feeling first.”
“Feeling?” he repeats, unsure of what you mean. He doesn’t have a small dick, but he’s definitely not the biggest out there. His cock isn’t something that usually hurts people, but if his angle was off, he might have hit a spot that hurt you.
When you nod and take a deep breath, your walls slowly relaxing around him, he suddenly realizes what you mean. “Wait, babe, you’ve done this before, right?”
Your eyes snap open as you gulp. For a second, you look like a deer caught in headlights, and Chan feels so stupid for not figuring it out sooner. “No, but it’s okay... I just need a second.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chan grunts, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder in despair. He feels like an even bigger idiot now for thrusting into you so hard. He’s still inside you, too afraid to pull out.
“I don’t want you to treat me differently,” you tell him, sounding serious. Of course you don’t, you’re way too proud and self-sufficient for that. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, fingers gently graze his back, as if you’re comforting him. “It’s okay.”
“I get that, but I already treat you differently,” your boyfriend plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, “because I’m crazy about you. And with this, you need to be treated differently, okay? Did I hurt you badly?”
“No, you didn’t,” you reassure him with a light pat on his shoulder. “It’s fine, I swear.”
“Hm,” Chan hums but isn’t convinced at all. So, he props himself up on one elbow and moves his hand down, sneaking it between your two bodies so he can rub your clit. As soon as he touches you there, you moan, clearly enjoying the contact.
“Chan, you don’t need to d—” you start complaining, but he cuts you off instantly.
“No, I need to and I want to,” he tells you, applying even more pressure to your clit. “When you relax a bit, I’ll fuck you right, I promise, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agree, letting your head fall back down onto the pillow, legs on the mattress. Chan has perfect access to you this way, so he focuses on your face, inspecting every move of your lips and eyebrows as his fingers rub your clit.
When the pressure around his cock releases, he starts to ease it out and then back in gently, slowly, taking his time. You have to get used to the feeling of a cock inside you first. Then he can fuck you like you clearly want him to. “Is that good?” Chan asks when he starts moving a bit more.
“Really good,” you tell him, finally opening your eyes to look at him. “So big.”
Chan chuckles, looking to the side for a second. “All these compliments will go to my head, you know.”
“As they should,” you say teasingly, cupping his face. He’s too far away from you for you to kiss him, but you touch him this way. “You can go faster now.”
Slowly but surely, Chan starts moving, careful not to go too hard or fast, no matter how sure you are you can take it. You probably can, considering you’ve prepped yourself, but you’ll definitely feel sore later, and if Chan wants you two to have sex in the morning too, he doesn’t want you to be in pain later.
So, he focuses on fucking you gently even when he moves his hand away from your clit, when his mouth connects with yours, when he buries his cock in you up to the hilt again, this time getting no pushback from your tight walls. “You take it so well,” Chan grunts at you when you finally start making noises he loves hearing, the kind you let him hear when he fingers you. “Such a tight little cunt for me, too... You make me want to keep coming all night.”
“Fuck, Chan, fuck,” is all you can mumble into his mouth before you move to his shoulder and bite down on it softly. “So... Intense.”
Your eyes are watering, your body twisting, but it doesn’t seem like you’re in pain. You might be enjoying the intense feeling of having a cock deep inside of you for the first time paired with the soft kisses Chan is planting all over your face and shoulders, unable to get enough of you.
A long while later, you tell him it’s starting to feel sore, so Chan speeds up and fills the condom up with your permission. Coming inside of you is divine, even if the condom is preventing him from shooting cum all over your walls. But, Chan doesn’t bask in the feeling too long. A second after he recovers, he’s on his knees between your legs, mouth attaching to your clit. He needs to make you come after you’ve been so good to him and let him have you this way, trusted him enough for it.
Minho
⇢ summary: you ask your friend to be your first
⇢ genre: smut
⇢ warnings: casual sex, smut [fingering, clit stimulation, clit slapping, protected sex], lots of gentleness
Out of all your male friends, Minho is the one you trust the most. Yes, you can have normal conversations with all of them, confide in most, but he is the one who keeps all the secrets, pretends they’re none of his business, never says a single soul about the things you’ve shared with him. Minho teasingly says it’s because he isn’t even listening, but you know he just values other people’s privacy.
It’s precisely because of this quality that you’ve chosen him for the job. You’re not religious, not at all. There’s no waiting for marriage on your end, no fantasies about meeting a prince on a white horse who’ll sweep you off your feet. Sex just wasn’t in the cards for you until now, and you didn’t really make a big deal out of it.
According to your female friends, you weren’t missing out much when you didn’t have sex back in school. Most of them don’t know what they’re doing, your friends said. Some of them don’t even know clits are a thing, and the number of men who feel like just slamming their hips into you until they come counts as good sex is appalling. None of it sounds appealing in any way, but you just want to try it too.
You want to get it over with, know what it’s like, determine whether it’s something you want to pursue or not. You’re not even that big on dating, so you’d have to sacrifice and start if you end up liking sex. You’re not going to like it right away, your friends warned you. It can’t feel good the first time.
Because of this, you choose Minho. He’s no stranger to casual sex, from what you know, and your friend can and does separate sex from feelings successfully. You’ve seen him do it before. He’s also experienced and never gives any details about his sex life in terms of what the other person looked like or did. You just know if he’s had it or not, and that’s about it, which is exactly what you need. If you’re going to have sex with a guy, you don’t want him to get attached and you don’t want all his friends to know what you look like naked or what you sound like. Therefore, Minho is a perfect choice.
“You want to have sex with me?” Minho almost chokes on his drink but recovers quickly and clears his throat, pretending he’s not surprised by your proposal that comes out of the blue.
“Yeah,” you simply say.
Minho’s eyes narrow as he looks at your face. “Where did this come from? I mean, I know I'm charming but—”
“Please,” you say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his cockiness, “don't make me regret asking.”
Silence ensues, and Minho sips on his juice, staring right at you suspiciously. “Why me?”
Do you owe him an explanation? It's just sex. He fucks people, and he does it often—why does he want you to explain why? Still, you indulge him since you've already put it out there. “I trust you and I think you know what you're doing.”
“And this would be just sex?” Minho questions with a cocked-up eyebrow, as if he’s challenging you.
“Yes. Just sex, really. I just want to try it and get it over with, that's it.”
“Aaand what if you want to keep trying?” he teases, and you realize the fucker is enjoying your predicament.
“Then I ask you again,” you respond with a serious face, happy with the way he chokes on his drink, “or I ask someone else.”
“We should set some ground rules, then. Just in case.”
You like Minho's contractual approach to the whole thing—testing, protection, boundaries, preferences. You go through it all, deciding on doing it after getting tested. A condom is a must-have. Dirty talk is okay, as long as he isn't mean. Minho tells you you can be mean to him if that gets you going, and you wonder what kind of thing he is usually into.
The only request from your side is that he doesn't give you special treatment. “I don't need pity and I don't need you to take care of me or anything like that.”
Once Minho's cock slides in you, you're so happy he didn't listen to your request. It was just your pride talking, the nerves and inexperience getting the better of you in that moment. Had he listened, it wouldn't have been as enjoyable, you're certain.
You're thankful Minho took the time to cuddle with you while watching a movie, even though you both knew why you were there. You're thankful he started off easy and kissed your neck and shoulders as you sat between his legs, head resting on his shoulder. You're grateful for the way he slowly turned cuddling into touching, his hands sneaking under your hoodie and cupping your breasts. By the time he touched your nipples, your underwear was soaked.
You're used to make-out sessions happening fast. Before you'd even get a chance to enjoy it and get turned on, the guy would already be trying to shove his hand under your pants. With Minho, that move is more than welcome because it comes 15 minutes into the cuddling when you've already been squeezing your thighs in hopes of relieving some of the pressure.
“Just like that,” your friend hums in your ear and kisses your neck, clearly liking the way your legs fall spread open when he cups your slit with his palm. “We're taking it easy, hm? So just relax... I'll go slow.”
You've been fingered before, but you don't say a thing, letting Minho take control, shivering when his tongue meets your neck. He's hard against your back, so hard you clench around nothing at the thought of having him inside of you.
You're certain Minho usually doesn't take at least five minutes rubbing his palm against someone's sex, but you're happy he does that with you because your entire body jolts forward when his fingers finally touch your clit.
Minho chuckles from behind. “Where are you going?” he teases, lifting both his legs and placing them over your spread thighs, thus trapping them. You're spread for him, but you're still in your shorts, so you don't feel that exposed, even if your friend now has two fingers in you and two on your clit, moving them at the same pace while nibbling on your neck, humming whenever you moan.
Minho's definitely the right choice, you realize when you come over his fingers and he keeps going, giving your clit a couple of light smacks, which feel divine. “Sound so pretty when you moan my name,” he practically whispers into your skin. “I should make you come more often.”
You haven't even touched him by the time he releases your trapped thighs and gets your shorts and undies off, you haven't even tugged his cock once before he rolls the condom on it and pulls your back onto his chest so he can move his ass further down the sofa. You haven't even kissed Minho by the time he positions his cock at your entrance and slides just the tip of it in from below, your back still turned on him. “You sucked it right in,” he grunts at the feeling. “This is gonna be so good.”
He hooks his hands under your thighs and keeps your legs spread from behind, your back resting against his chest, both of you facing the screen, neither one of you paying attention to it. You’re grateful for the special treatment now that Minho’s cock is sliding inside you from below, his thighs pushing against yours. You’re happy he took his time preparing you, relaxing you because all you feel now is pleasure, complete and utter pleasure.
“Do you like it?” Minho asks through gritted teeth, and you cock your head to the side to finally kiss him. From that point on, it’s all a blur—tongues, groans, kisses, moans, bites, hisses. The only constant is Minho’s stable thrusts, never too harsh, never too much.
He must be having a hard time holding your legs up and thrusting into you from below, but he doesn’t complain at all, even though it goes on for a long while, a lot longer than you expected. With Minho’s stamina, it shouldn’t be surprising. You thought you'd never felt fuller, but you’re proven wrong when Minho makes you come with the help of his nimble fingers. You tighten, and then he blows his load into the condom and doesn’t pull out. Instead, he continues kissing you and lowers you onto him, letting you sit there with his cock in you. “So, wanna keep trying?”
Changbin
⇢ summary: you have a hard time not being in control
⇢ genre: smut, dating!au
⇢ warnings: smut [oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, protected sex]
Your motto is to fake it till you make it. What started as a little thing you told yourself to get over anxiety over talking in public back in school slowly bled into other areas of your life, relationships included.
Fake confidence till you have it. Fake experience till you get some. Easy, right?
Well, with time, you've become a pro faker. People who don't know you think you have everything figured out. Men rarely approach you because they think you're too good for them. People at work think you know it all. And that suits you. You don’t want fake stuff and don’t have time for superficial relationships of any kind. You’re focused on work and just living your life to the fullest.
And then you meet Changbin, who doesn't give up on you, even if you seem too stand-offish, even if you act like you’re too good for him and men in general, even if you fight him every step of the way, surprised by his determination.
And the thing is, you let him try, let him woo you, let him compliment you and take you out. You respond to all of Changbin’s texts, play along to this little game even if you are both too old to be texting like high-schoolers. Slowly, he makes you drop the façade, at least around him, which is when your relationship becomes more than flirting and kissing here and there after a nice date.
All things are leading to where you are now, which is in Changbin’s bed after a couple of peach schnapps shots and a movie you two played in the background while making out. You pride yourself in not being weak and driven by sexual urges, in being able to say no. Tonight, you don’t want to say no, not when his kisses are enough to drive you wild, to have you grabbing his shirt, fisting the material, pulling him on top of you, dignity be damned.
Fake it until you make it—but what then?
A while later, the only thing separating you from Changbin is the thin layer of cotton of your and his underwear, but that's about it. You’re naked save for that, and you’re both horny beyond belief. Your underwear is sticking to your crotch, soaked from all the making out and teasing, and Changbin’s underwear is wet around the tip of his cock, precum leaving its mark, which just intrigues you even more, makes you want to touch and taste.
What if Changbin expects you to rock his world tonight? What if he thinks you'll take the lead in this as in all other things? He always lets you play your little game and fake everything till you make it, including dominance in relationships—outside of the bedroom, of course. So, maybe he’s waiting for you to do it now.
You can't—not because you don't want to but because you don't know how to. Well, you do know how to give head, and technically, you know how it should all work, but you have no first-hand experience. Your sexual endeavors usually stop at oral, with you giving up on the guy or them thinking you're too demanding for someone who isn't putting out. Either way, it’s good riddance, and you have no regrets about not having sex before tonight.
Neither of these things happened with Changbin, so once he gets rid of your underwear and makes you come with his mouth, it's only natural that he comes back up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue while humming happily. His underwear is off too, cock poking your thigh, hard and leaking, ready for you, and you know it's time.
The chemistry is insane between you two, and there's nothing stopping you from fucking Changbin—you want the guy and can't find a single flaw that would put you off. Lord knows you’ve tried hard to find something wrong with him, something that would be a good excuse to break things off.
“Want me to fuck you now?” he mumbles into the kiss as he pushes his hips into your thigh, causing friction between his erection and your skin. His voice sounds lower now, full of lust, and you know he wants you just as bad.
“Ye-yes,” you say, voice faltering when you realize it’s actually happening.
“You sure?” Changbin leans in until his mouth is close to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just looks at you questioningly, eyebrows furrowing when you hesitate. “We can stop here. No hard feelings.”
You’re not sure if he knows you’ve never done this before because you have done other things and you give off the impression of someone confident and experienced. “I’m sure. Really. Just...” You exhale loudly and chase his lips with yours, pecking them. “Nervous.”
“First time?” Changbin suggests without changing his tone or expression, so you feel it’s safe to admit it. He doesn’t seem the type of guy who would treat you differently because of that or act weird about it. Besides, if he did, you’d just move on, but that’s really not what you want.
A minute later, you’re on all fours, Changbin’s hand gently stroking your lower back and ass, back and forth, trying to relax you as he leads his dick to your entrance. He said this pose should hurt less than missionary, if it hurts at all, so you’re willing to try. Besides, you don’t really want him to look at your face when it happens, especially if you feel uncomfortable.
Being on all fours isn’t that comfortable either, but you change your mind the second you feel Changbin’s mouth on you again, tongue swiping up and down your slit, pushing into your entrance for minutes, until you start bucking your hips into his face, needing more. While he’s eating you out, Changbin kneads the flesh of your ass gently, and you’re dying to feel him inside of you.
“Please, Changbin,” you beg, feeling absolutely no shame, especially not when he’s moaning into your cunt, showing you just how much he wants this too.
“Want to feel me?” he teases, but he’s already on his knees, fingers sliding into you, moving in scissoring motions to stretch you out further.
When you hum, Changbin pushes into your entrance, giving you the tip. Surprisingly, there’s no stinging at all. In fact, you want more, so you push your hips back, and Changbin hisses, grabbing them to stop you in place. “Easy there,” he warns you through a chuckle, hands giving you a light squeeze. “Want to take over?”
Do you? It’s a chance to be in control, even in this situation when you’re just not. Changbin could lead this whole thing and you wouldn’t protest. He could do it, but he’s giving you the chance to take it over from him, stay in control even in this.
So, to ease your mind, you take it and nod before bucking your hips all the way back until Changbin is fully inside of you. The feeling makes you both grunt for different reasons. You’re guessing he feels good. So do you, even if there’s slight stinging deep inside you. You’ve never really felt this full, had something this hard and warm in you, had a body pressed into yours from behind, firm thighs touching yours from behind.
“Keep going,” he urges you, hands gently rubbing your hips. “Or do you want me to do it?”
You shake your head as a no and continue moving with a hiss. It’s a weird feeling—both pain and pleasure, exquisite relief for your clenching walls, but stinging stretching at the same time, especially in the deeper parts of you that you never actually reach yourself. As if he realizes it’s not the best and you just don’t want to admit it, Changbin spits on his fingers and reaches under you, finding your clit.
“Spread wide, babe,” he asks, gently pushing your legs apart. “Just like that... Trust me.”
It changes the angle a bit. But, it’s his fingers that make the stinging go away, they make you wetter and wetter. That’s what makes you move again, and this time, you don’t push your ass all the way back, you don’t smack it against his pelvis. This time, you focus on taking most—but not all—of his cock in, and it feels perfect. His fingers on your clit send shivers down your spine, and the way you’re moving makes you feel in control, which calms your nerves and helps your walls unclench a bit.
“When you get used to this, I’ll show you how good this position can feel,” Changbin grunts at you. You’re certain he will, and you know you’ll happily let him take control of this activity, right after you get used to it.
Hyunjin
⇢ summary: your boyfriend wants your first time to be perfect
⇢ genre: smut, relationship!au, romance?
⇢ warnings: smut (showerhead clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)
“Let’s get in then,” Hyunjin suggests once he immerses his hand under the water and realizes it’s warm enough. “It should help you relax.”
“I’m relaxed, Jinnie,” you quickly respond, holding onto his shoulders as you throw a leg over the tub wall and then the other, sitting down to take a bath your boyfriend has prepared for you.
“I know, babe. I meant, your body.”
Being a virgin is not a big thing to Hyunjin. He rushed into his first time, so he doesn’t really think of it as something special. He wants your first time to be special though, even if you keep saying you don’t care about that and just want to finally do it.
So, he’s here to make sure it’s as good as it can possibly be. After some time in the warm water, during which Hyunjin gently caresses your entire body, submerging his hands to get to all the parts that are under there, he takes the shower head and decides to give you what you want. With the water at the right temperature and the pressure just right, he brings the shower head right in front of your crotch and points it at your slit.
You hum gently, which tells him his aim is off. Angling the shower head a bit upwards gets you to buck your hips and jump up—bingo.
One of Hyunjin’s hands is on your cheek, cupping it softly as he stares at your face, while the other is between your legs, keeping the shower head right above your clit, the water pushing against it. It seems to be the right amount of pressure to make you whine and moan since you do just that as both hands wrap around Hyunjin’s wrists, eyes focused on his. In less than a minute, you come technically untouched, screaming his name and closing your eyes for a while, trying to get your body to calm down.
“Didn’t know you could come this fast,” Hyunjin jokes, even if he’s aware he’s bought this shower head for this specific reason. He wanted to go all out to make you feel good.
“It’s still better when you touch me,” you retort, eyes once again open as you smile at your boyfriend, alluding to all the times he brought you sweet, sweet release.
It makes him lunge forward and take your face in his hands, kiss you passionately, taste you.
Two minutes later, he’s in the tub too, and you’re straddling him as you two kiss, his fingers slowly prying you open. It’s nothing new, you two have done this many times before. Hyunjin has had his fingers and mouth on you already, and he knows how to make you come. He’s even fucked you with your toy when he went down on you, wanting you to enjoy every second of it, wanting to prepare you to take all of him someday.
So now that you want to fuck him, he feels equally excited and terrified. Nothing bad can happen, he’s had sex before, he’s going to take his time, but Hyunjin just doesn’t want it to be painful for you, which is why he’s trying everything he knows to get you to relax.
One of his hands rubs your lower back while the other fingers you. He’s up to three fingers now and you’ve gotten used to them, your mouth suckling on his collarbone, moaning filling his ears. “So good to me,” you tell him, which is music to Hyunjin’s ears.
“That’s what you deserve,” he says right back, pulling your head back by the hair so he can kiss you, let his tongue roam your mouth. “All the best for my baby.”
“Fuck me,” you whisper into the kiss loud enough for him to hear. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” Hyunjin asks, even though he’s already pulling his fingers out of you and wrapping them around his cock.
The water is practically gone from the tub at this point, it reaches the point right below his dick. Water and lubricants don’t mix that well, so he’s happy with his decision. You’re wet enough, but he wants no pain for you, so he squirts a generous amount of lube on his fingers again and rubs it around your entrance, pushing them inside and getting the gel all over your walls.
Then, he lubes his cock while kissing you, the feeling of his hand wrapped around his erection while your tongue roams his mouth enough for him to moan. He’s always so sensitive to touch around you, always wants more.
Hyunjin teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your swollen slit, applying pressure to the clit, and then taking a slight dip into your entrance, not even an inch. He repeats that for a long while, until you start squirming and trying to clench around him.
“It feels so good,” you break the kiss to whine, “but I need more.”
You need more? Hyunjin feels lightheaded when you say that since he needs more too. He wants to fuck you so good you don’t even remember your name, but that will have to wait a while.
“Stop me when it hurts,” he hums at you, lips kissing your forehead as he slides in slowly. He gives you an inch, then pushes in and out until you get used to it. His hands rub your lower back gently through it all. Then, he gives you one more. It’s slow and excruciating, but Hyunjin prefers this to just shoving it in and telling you to grit your teeth through the pain while he has fun.
Once he gives you all the inches he has, Hyunjin stops for a while and rubs your back slowly, gently, peppering kisses all over your face. “Feel so tight for me,” he hums at you. “So tight and wet.”
You clamp around him at the words, letting out a moan, so he continues, “Who are you clenching that hard, huh? Want me to come already?”
“It kind of hurts, but I can feel you so well,” you admit, giving him a couple of deliberate clenches as if you’re getting used to the motion. “You feel really hard inside of me.”
Hyunjin hums, his hands still moving up and down your lower back. “You feel too good. Want to move now?”
That’s what you agreed on—he would take his time to enter you fully and then you’d try to do the work and see what feels good so Hyunjin wouldn't make the wrong move and hurt you.
It’s definitely different from the toy you use. Even though you’re used to the way it feels, a cock and a toy feel different, which is what you tell him with the first roll of your hips.
“We can change the position if you want it to be like it is when you play with yourself,” Hyunjin suggests sincerely. You can try whatever position you’d like as long as it feels good to you.
“No, I like this one,” you admit, giving Hyunjin another experimental hip roll that makes him want to come instantly. “It’s just different from the toy. Bigger, warmer... Attached to the hottest man I know. Also, has hands to hold me.”
You’re joking now, and Hyunjin breathes a sigh of relief—he’s not hurting you. You’re actually enjoying it.
Slowly but surely, you work your way up to sliding up and down his cock (with a little help from Hyunjin in the form of his fingers rubbing your clit and his hand helping you move your hips). You take your time and, even though you feel perfect, coming is the last thing on his mind. His cock is painfully hard, balls begging for release, but he’s determined to sit in this bathtub for as long as it takes for you to get used to him.
When you finally lean in again and rest your chest against Hyunjin’s, you try something else—lifting your hips and easing them down, which makes you both grunt loudly. “You sound so pretty when you moan like that,” you tell him, causing his cheeks to flush with color. You repeat the same motion, giggling when he makes the same sound again. “Oh, so I should do that if I want you to enjoy it more.”
“Trust me, I'm enjoying every second of this. Look at you,” he hums, hands now holding your ass, “already figuring out the type of power you’ll hold over me now.”
“Me?” You giggle, kissing him, and Hyunjin’s heart swells when he hears you laugh so sweetly. You sound happy, and that’s exactly how he feels. “You’re the one with a really good, hard dick.”
“You’re the one riding it,” he retorts, fingers digging into your ass cheeks. “And for a first time, you’re doing a perfect job. Had to stop myself from coming three times already.”
“Come next time,” you suggest, sounding eager. “I want to know what that feels like.”
Hyunjin’s brain shortcircuits for a while as he processes what you’ve asked of him. Come inside of you. “Fuck... You’ve really decided to ruin me today.”
“Can you move?” you ask, and Hyunjin always gives you what you want.
So, he lets you relax against his chest and hug him while he gently eases his cock into you and then pulls almost all the way out—in and out, his cock pushing inside of you without a problem, your wetness coating its length. It lasts a while until Hyunjin feels like coming again, but you urge him to continue and give it to you, which Hyunjin does, falling apart under your touch, your walls squeezing him dry.
Jisung
⇢ summary: you pick the right guy to be your first
⇢ genre: smut, coworkers!au, casual sex
⇢ warnings: mentions of public sex (fingering), smut [oral sex (f. and m. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, protected sex], mentions of blood
Having a first time like this is stupid, you're well aware. Your friends have told you as much. But, you're not going down the get-a-caring-boyfriend-who-will-be-sweet-and-gentle route, you're just not. You don't want pity and special treatment. You also don't want a guy who's into the idea of getting to be the first, thinking that makes any kind of difference. It doesn't—it's just a body part in another body part, that's it. It won't change a damn thing about you, except letting you know what sex really feels like, and that's all you want from the experience.
Your friends don't get that. They also advise against your choice of a man for this occasion. He gets around. A guy who has sex that much can't be good for a first time. There's no way someone like him doesn't make it all about himself. He won’t take his time with you. You're aware of all that—you work with the dude. But, it's precisely because of his experience that you want Jisung.
He knows how to fuck, you know as much. You've overheard your coworkers in the ladies' room one day when they thought no one was around. One of them was gushing over something Jisung did with his tongue and fingers at the same time, saying how she's never come as hard as she did then, how she can’t stop thinking about it.
Clearly, the man knows what he's doing in bed, and that's exactly what you want from this experience. No feelings, no special treatment, no virgin kinks or anything like that—just good sex. You want to have a good time and see what it’s all about.
You can't just ask Jisung to fuck you, so you wait for the office party and shamelessly flirt with him. The man isn't stupid either—his eyebrows cock up the second he realizes your jokes are getting sexual, and he doesn't leave your vicinity from that moment on. A couple of drinks later, Jisung leans in and whispers, “How about we go do something about this tension?”
You want to play dumb and tease him, ask what tension he's talking about, but you don't want to risk Jisung giving up on this. Since he's so close, you can smell his cologne, and it's intoxicating in combination with the sneak peek of his chest you get now that his tie is loose, two buttons undone. “Let's.”
Twenty minutes later, you're stumbling out of the cab after groping Jisung over his clothes. He was a bit bolder and snuck his hand between your legs, under your underwear, and inside you. He didn't get you to come, but he was almost there—you just couldn't relax in the back of the cab. However, the night is looking promising.
The second you step inside the building, Jisung wraps his arms around you from behind. His mouth attaches to your neck, one hand grabs your crotch, the other your torso, just below your tits so he can palm one. “I can't fucking wait.”
Usually, you wouldn't be doing this in public, but you're turned on beyond belief. Your pussy is just clenching on its own, wanting to be filled with his skilled fingers again.
“Me neither,” you tell Jisung as you reach back and grab his cock over his slacks, palming the entire length once again, finding it just as hard as back in the cab. “Let's go inside.”
“Thought you like it in public,” he teases, licking the shell of your ear.
“I want you to fuck me hard, and you won't be able to do it from this position, Jisung.”
He practically growls at that and lets go of you, urging you to make your way to the apartment. His hand is around your waist while you walk there, on your ass while you unlock the door. When you walk inside, Jisung pulls you in, finally shoving that tongue of his down your mouth. He's so good at this too, kissing you just the way you want him to—hungrily, messily, his tongue rubbing yours.
He walks you over to the table and makes you sit on it, pushing you down just so he can show you there are other places his perfect tongue can reach. That girl wasn't lying—he has a great tongue, and he knows how to use it. The man is a messy pussy eater—a lot of saliva and spitting—but when Jisung goes down on you, he knows how to make you feel special. Every lick and suck is accompanied by loud groaning and moaning, which makes it sound like he’s enjoying every second between your legs. “Mhm, fuck, just like that,” he urges you on when he realizes you’re about to come all over his fingers.
You come embarrassingly fast because you're so horny and excited about the fact that you'll have a dick in you, his dick. Jisung hums against your clit when you orgasm, three of his fingers lodged inside your pussy, stretching you open for his cock, which you're thankful for. He's not aware of just how much you needed to come before taking the next step.
After that, it all happens kind of fast. Jisung asks you to take his cock in your mouth for a little while, which you do until it’s as hard as it can get, red and wet with your saliva.
Then, he eases your back onto the table again and puts on a condom before positioning himself between your legs. The first sting is definitely the worst, but it’s not as bad as you thought it would be. You have a dildo and a vibrator, so you know what it feels like to have something inside of you—it’s just that the something you have in you now is connected to a hot guy who seems to really be into it, judging by the way his face contorts when he bottoms out. “Shit, babe, you could make me come instantly…”
For a second, you’re scared Jisung is actually going to blow his load, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gently eases his dick almost all the way out and then pushes it back in. Your coworker seems entranced when he looks down between your legs, presumably enjoying the way his cock disappears inside of you.
In the meantime, you’re thankful for that because your face definitely gives off the discomfort you’re feeling. You’re so ready for his dick and you’re turned on beyond belief by this half-naked attractive man who wants a good time, but it still feels awkward. You’re wet, but there’s stinging inside of you, parts of you you’ve never touched before are getting pushed apart and open, and it all feels so… raw.
After what seems like at least five minutes of Jisung fucking you somewhat gently, telling you how fucking good you feel around his dick, he starts teasing, pulling his cock out, and smacking your clit with it before shoving it back in.
"Where did this need to fuck me come from?" he asks, giving your slit another smack with his cock before putting it in again.
You have an inkling he knows you're not as experienced as you're pretending to be, so you decide to go with the semi-truth. "I've heard you do this great thing with your tongue and fingers," you mutter through clenched teeth, fighting through the stinging, trying to focus just on his cock that's now moving slightly back and then all the way in.
"Oh?" Jisung chuckles, pushing his cock all the way in and staying there for a second. He doesn’t sound surprised by the fact that you’ve heard he was good in bed, which means he’s well aware of his former flings praising him behind his back. "Want me to do that to you too?"
"Do whatever you want to me." You're fucked out already and enjoying it a lot more than you thought you'd be. There is something hot about being spread open for this guy you barely know, a guy that looks so fucking good and has a filthy mouth.
Jisung laughs at your eagerness, and the cockiness makes him look even hotter. "You sure? The tongue thing involves your ass,” he points out with a smirk, “and fingers go right in this tight cunt."
You grunt at that, finally feeling a lot more pleasure than pain when he pushes into you. At the same time, you realize you've completely misheard the conversation. "Maybe not this time, then."
"Next time," Jisung promises, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs and spreading them while pushing them towards your chest, leaving you completely open for him. "Today, it's all about your sweet little cunt, huh?"
He keeps fucking you fast and good, nothing too much, just enough to rub against your g-spot, which gets your walls to loosen up a bit and let him fuck you better, enter you deeper. The stinging slowly goes away, even though you feel like your walls are slightly bruised—a numb type of pain. But, it's neglectable in comparison to the pleasure you feel.
"Is this good?" Jisung asks you, wide-eyed, flushed in the face, mouth slightly open. It seems like he’s enjoying this too, which is what you wanted from this experience—mutual pleasure.
When you hum in response, he offers, "Want me to touch your clit? If you can't come like this, I mean."
"I don't think I can, not this way," you admit, hoping Jisung won't think it's about him. It's your first time having a real dick in you, so you don't expect to orgasm from it.
Jisung grins and spits on your clit, making you grunt and kick your head back. And then, his thumb sends you to a different place entirely—each rub makes your stomach clench and release, the pressure makes your walls wrap around his cock tighter, even if it stings.
As if he senses that his thrusts are a distraction, Jisung pulls out halfway and stops moving, allowing you to feel him in you, against your g-spot. At the same time, he applies more pressure to your clit.
Not even a minute later, you come thanks to his thumb, your cunt fluttering around his cock, which gets him to grunt. "That's a good girl, come all over it!" He keeps mumbling nasty things at you, and every single one makes your pussy react—it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.
When the clenching stops, Jisung starts moving in and out gently, asking you, "Can I come now? This was so fucking hot."
You nod but have to ask, "What was?"
"Your tight pussy clamping around me," he admits and wets his lips. "It's like you want to milk me good."
"And what if I do?"
“Then you’re going to get just that…” It doesn't take him long to come either, especially not when he goes a bit faster. It feels different than it did earlier, harder somehow, but you enjoy it. Your walls are still tense, so you figure it feels even tighter for him now, which is why you let Jisung keep going that fast. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs as he thrusts and fills the condom up. "Fuck, babe, take it, sh—fuck!"
When he gets all of his cum out, Jisung grins at you and sighs, wiping the sweat off his face.
"Shit, that was so good. Kind of rough, but I liked it," you say as if he has signed up for a review of his sex skills.
He hums, rubbing the back of your thighs as he pulls out. "I went as easy on you as I could, but you have a mouth on you, and it's hard not to fuck you rough when you talk like that."
Okay, you might have told him he has a nice dick, that it feels great in you, that you want him to keep fucking you all night, that he’s so hot. You might have even told him you want to suck his cum out of him for fucking you so good, but it was a heat of the moment type of thing. Still, that’s not what piques your interest.
"Why did you go easy on me?" you ask, curious. Does he always do that when fucking someone new?
Jisung helps you get your legs down and then places both hands around your waist, looking down at you with a smirk. "I'm not going to go crazy on you when it's your first time."
You almost gasp and try to play it off but you fail, judging by his questioning look. "How, uhm, how did you know?"
"It's kind of obvious, and not in a bad way," he explains with a smile. "Plus there was some blood on the condom."
"Uh..." You're not sure what to say. You definitely don't want to make this a thing or have a conversation about it. It’s a thing that’s personal, even if you chose him for the occasion.
As if he senses that, Jisung leans in to kiss you again, quickly making you forget all about the conversation. “If you want to try the tongue-fingers thing, call me. Or, you know, if you just want to do this again.”
Felix
⇢ summary: your first-time plan gets derailed
⇢ genre: smut, relationship!au
⇢ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, clit stimulation)
Felix is nervous about your first time together. He's had sex before, clearly, but he's always nervous when it's time to enter that stage of a relationship with someone. It's difficult to know what the other person expects from him, what they would like him to be. Of course, Felix could have talked about it with them, but his first times were always rushed—a kiss turned into sex in the backseat of a car, a make-out session in the sofa turned into a quickie, a cuddle session in bed turned into a sex marathon. Preferences would be learned along the way, if there was a way, if it didn't fall apart.
You're the first person Felix has sat down and asked about their preferences before the act itself. You've touched on the topic before and have both expressed interest in fucking—it was just a matter of when and where. Well, that got solved when Felix heard he'd have the place to himself on Sunday, so he asked about what you like beforehand, wanting to be ready, make it good, make it less likely for you to lose interest in him.
“I… Just the normal stuff,” you said with a shrug. “We'll figure it out together.”
Felix has been thinking about your words all night, even though it's a Friday night and his roommates are throwing a party, and even you're here with a couple of friends you've brought as per his friend's request. So, you two aren't spending that much time together tonight, but Felix knows you're coming over on Sunday, and that he'll get to be with you then, in more ways than one.
Still, he thinks about your words. What is normal stuff? Normal depends on the person you're asking, and Felix isn't sure what you find normal. And what does we'll figure it out together mean? Do your preferences change according to the guy you're with? Or did you just tell him that to get him off your back?
He doesn't get an answer to his questions until later when half the people go home, the other half too drunk to stop having fun. Felix is a bit drunk, but he's not having fun—he's still overthinking things, which is why he pulls you to the side to talk. He really wants to pick your brain and prepare for everything, have everything figured out in advance before he even goes in.
You're clearly not on the same page because you kiss him right away, thinking he said it as a ruse to get you away from your friends, alone in his room. Now that you're here, Felix realizes that it's quiet, save from the music coming from the living room. It's dark, save for the streetlights. And you're here, kissing him, your hands tugging at his shirt. It’s the perfect scenario.
“I've been thinking about this all night,” you admit through your kisses, which are needy, wet, almost rough. But, Felix likes that. “Wanted to get out of there with you.”
“You did?” he questions, even though he always wants to get away with you. You're kissing against his door, not even bothering to go sit on the bed, which makes it seem needy. Horny? “What did you want to do?”
“You,” you admit effortlessly, biting down on his bottom lip. You do? You two have a plan, so it’s clear you want to fuck him, but hearing you admit it makes his cock get hard instantly. You want to do him. You want to get naked and let Felix touch you and enter you and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.
Now seems as good a time as any to bring it up, so Felix does, “Thinking about Sunday?”
“Yeah,” you say, breaking away from his neck which you've been sucking on for a while now. “Been nervous about it since we had the talk.”
“Nervous?” Felix asks, hands kneading your ass as if that will comfort you. “We don't ha—”
“No, Lix, I want to,” you say firmly. “It's just that we made it so contractual, and the thought of coming here on Sunday knowing we're going to have sex freaks me out. I prefer spontaneity.”
Oh, so that's why the answers were so strange. Felix kisses you slowly, fingers moving up to your lower back. “Then we'll do it spontaneously, okay? Sunday is on, but just for a hang out here.”
“You really are the perfect boyfriend, you know?” you ask and start to push him backward. You continue with that until his legs touch the bed and he sits down on it.
It happens kind of fast, you getting his pants and shirt off, straddling him, kissing him, and Felix enjoys every second of it. You've fooled around many times before, and he's had the privilege of getting to taste you, of you tasting him back. And then, you grind your crotch against his, making him feel how wet you are. Underwear is the only thing between you two, and he feels your wet core against his erection as your lips bite and kiss his neck, sucking on the skin, probably leaving a hickey. “Shit, baby, what's gotten you this horny?”
You giggle against his neck. “You.” You peck his collarbone. “Your touch.” A kiss on his neck. “Your voice.” Another one lands right below his ear, where he likes it. “Everything about you,” you say before kissing his mouth again, shoving your tongue in it while your hips continue to rub against his. When you pull away, you smirk at him, and add, “And also, the thought that I'm going to get to feel you. What about right now?”
“Now?” Felix's cock twitches at the idea, and he nods in response to his own question.
Not many things can compare to the feeling of your hands on his skin, mouth on him, his fingers in you, preparing you for his cock. And when he finally sinks into you, Felix doesn't think a single thing out there can compare to the sensation—warm, wet, slick, firm. “Feels perfect,” he tells you through a grunt, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Wanted to do this for a long time.”
You grunt in response, taking a deep breath. “Me too, Felix… Can't stop thinking about you.”
“Me neither, baby…” He starts moving, easing his cock out until only the tip is inside, then slowly sliding all the way in until his pubic bone touches yours, getting used to the feeling of your walls around him, so tight he wants to blow instantly. You grunt when he goes a bit harder, so Felix pauses. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah… Just go slow, please,” you ask of him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer until you're practically hugging him, chest to chest, your quiet moans filling his ear. “Fuck, Felix, you're so hard.”
“Mhm, just for you. Want to fuck you real good.” You deserve everything, including great sex.
“In a little bit when it stops hurting, hm?”
Hurting!? “I'm hurting you?” Felix stops moving his hips, even if every thrust feels divine for him, and pulls away so he can look at you. “Why didn't you tell me? Do you want to change positions or let me go do—”
“No, no,” you cup his face and chuckle, kissing him, “it's normal. I haven't, uh, done this before, so it's normal. Just a couple of minutes…”
Felix realizes you must have been worried ten times more than he was if this is your first time. And that's why you were probably scared of Sunday and the two of you agreeing on doing it instead of just letting it happen. And all he's been doing is thinking about how nervous he is. Asshole. But, you clearly don't want to discuss it, make it a big thing. “I'll move away a bit, okay?”
When you nod, Felix pushes himself up on his elbows before sitting up and easing his cock out of you, your pussy wet and pretty, all for him. Then, he grabs his pillow and helps you lift your hips so he can put it under you. Once he's happy with the new angle, Felix grabs his cock by the base and slides it up and down your slit, which gets you to clench and grunt.
Slowly, he eases the tip in and is very happy to hear you moan. He gently rocks his hips into you, hands holding your thighs spread in the air. The position allows him to control the whole thing since he's on his knees between your legs, the pillow making it easier for him to slide in, the angle a lot better than earlier.
What it also allows Felix to do is rub your clit, which he's excited about, especially when it gets you to moan and clench around him even harder than earlier. “There, huh?”
“I'm close, but your dick is distracting me,” you admit, making you both chuckle.
“Then I'll stop moving it,” Felix decides and focuses on your clit only, cock stiff inside of you. He knows what kind of touches you like, so it's not a problem to get you to come, even with a dick inside of you. It's not that bad for a first time, but he knows Sunday will be better. You'll let him prep you right this time, let him show you how good sex can actually feel.
Seungmin
⇢ summary: seungmin is the first guy you fantasize about
⇢ genre: smut, dating!au
⇢ warnings: mentions of religion (being brought up religious), public sex!, smut (fingering, handjob, blowjob, clit stimulation, protected sex)
As someone who grew up in a religious family, you were taught that masturbation is a sin. Being the pious person you were raised to be, you refrained from touching yourself, drowning your primal needs in things like studying, working, going outside—anything you could find that didn't leave you alone with your dirty thoughts.
Going away for college definitely changed the way you felt about the whole thing. Sin or not, you started to explore your body, and by now, you know it better than you ever thought you would. Masturbation is the first thing you’ve mastered. From someone who wasn’t able to make themselves come, you became a person who can get it done in a minute or two.
But, you feel like you’re late with everything. You have masturbation down to a tee, you've dated, kissed, even had sex with three guys, but it just doesn't feel right.
When you're horny, you don't think I want to have sex. You think I want to get off. Maybe it's the internalized guilt, maybe it's because the guys you were with were just hook-ups who didn't take their time to explore all of it, guys who didn't turn you on as much in the first place.
That is, until Seungmin. He's the type of guy your parents would be thrilled to meet—prim and proper, always dressed beautifully, always respectful and kind, the type to bring you flowers on a date, chocolates if you've had a bad day. You've never really been courted that way, never had someone put in work to get you to like them better, and it shows. You're way too grateful to him, way too crazy about him considering you've been dating each other for a month or two.
Yet, you can't help it, not when he's the first guy you actually fantasize about. Your fantasies about celebrities and otherwise unattainable men are swiftly replaced with fantasies about Seungmin, his hands on you, his dick in you.
That's why you're not surprised that your body reacts this way to him, that you're letting him finger you in a back alley behind the club, that you're coming all over his fingers in a matter of minutes while your fingers clumsily tug at his cock—you're too focused on your pleasure to be thinking about his, but Seungmin doesn't mind.
“Yeah, just like that, let me hear you,” he hums into the skin of your shoulder before kissing it to muffle his own groan when you moan loudly and clench his fingers. “Feel so tight...”
You can't say much so you find his mouth with yours and kiss him desperately, moaning into the kiss while his fingers are still in you. It’s so desperate and gross, this public thing you’re doing with him, and you can’t get yourself to stop. You just want him. “You're so fucking good—”
“So are you,” Seungmin tells you with a smirk, “especially when you're this horny... Let me touch you like this.”
“I want to fuck so bad,” you admit, sounding so much needier than you've ever been before, and that's how you feel. His cock is hard and leaking precum, warm against your palm, and you just need to feel it. You’ve never had it before, but you’re certain you want to feel his dick in you.
“How bad?” His voice is laced with smugness, hand wrapping around yours, helping you tug at his dick.
Instead of responding, you crouch and take his length into your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat while you look up into his eyes. When Seungmin’s mouth opens and eyes widen, you hum around him. Yeah, you’re in public, but you want to show him you’re serious about it.
You clearly manage to do just that because you find yourself in the back of his car a while later, sitting, legs propped up on your feet while Seungmin kneels in front of the seat. Thank fuck he has a big car—yours would never fit the two of you, not even with the seats pushed all the way to the front.
It all happens fast, and your heart beats loudly, excitement washing through you as you watch him pull his pants down, get his cock out, roll the condom on it and bring it to your slit.
This is surely the first time you’ve wanted someone to fuck you—needed it, even. It’s not an experiment, not you trying to be “normal” and experience something everyone else is feeling. No, this is the first time you’re sleeping with a guy you’re crazy about, the guy you think about all the time.
“Can’t wait,” he hums at you and sinks into you slowly, your walls letting him slide right in, warm and wet, ready for him since he touched you earlier. “Damn, that feels perfect.”
“It does,” you agree, not even looking at him anymore, even though you usually can’t get enough of Seungmin’s pretty face, his innocent eyes, and sheepish smile.
It’s exciting how he can look so innocent yet do some of the dirtiest things you can imagine, get you to do them too, talk dirty to you like a pro. Despite you enjoying the look on his face, you can’t help but look down, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears between your walls when Seungmin bottoms out and reappears even wetter.
Your walls feel like they’re on fire, like they’re tingling, like they’re itching, and Seungmin is the only thing that can give them relief. You’re wet and horny and moaning like you two are in the privacy of your bedroom and not in his car at the parking lot. “I didn’t expect a good girl like you to let someone fuck her this way,” he tells you in between thrusts. “I guess you’re dirtier than I thought.”
“You’re talking,” you mumble back, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighten since Seungmin’s tempo is relentless—in and out, angled just right. “Couldn’t even wait until we got to the car before you started groping me.”
“You weren’t complaining when you were creaming around my fingers earlier,” Seungmin laughs, grabbing your ankles. “Let’s switch this up.”
You’re not sure what he means, but you relax and let him take the wheel. Seungmin places your feet on the seats next to him, which means you’re completely spread out for him, legs using the back of the seats as support while he leans in and spits on your clit. “Shit,” you hiss as your thighs clench and try to close, but his body is between them, stopping them.
“Relax, baby,” he says with a smirk, thumb attached to your now wet clit, rubbing you just the way you like it while his cock keeps moving in and out, now much faster. He knows exactly what you need to feel good. “Like that, huh? Like having my dick in you?”
“I love it,” you admit, meaning it. “I should have known you’d be good at this too.”
“Well, now you know,” Seungmin chuckles, focused on rubbing your clit. “You gonna be good and cream around my dick now, hm? Let me feel it?”
“Mhm,” you hum and nod, feeling completely fucked out. Seungmin fucks hard, fast, intensely—your entire body is aching for release, toes curling in expectation, and all you can do is moan and just stare at his crotch, drool over the sight.
“Can’t even speak?” he teases you, but you hear the excitement in his voice. Seungmin doesn’t know that you haven’t really enjoyed sex before, that you haven’t had that much of it, that you’re not that into the very idea of it. Still, he can feel how wet you are, see how lost in pleasure you are, hear how you chant his name like a prayer. “If you don’t stop clenching like that, I’ll come before you do.”
It doesn’t sound like a threat, even though it’s supposed to be a warning. Instead, it makes him sound just as weak as you feel, which you like. It’s good to know you have some kind of power over him, too.
“What, won’t make the lady come first?” you tease, grunting at the very end when Seungmin starts going even harder, his thumb still rubbing rough circles into your swollen clit.
“Oh, I will,” he hisses, hips smacking into yours, making the lewdest sounds you’ve heard, the sounds you’ll definitely replay in your head when you’re alone. “Now you’re gonna be good and come, huh?”
It doesn’t take you long, not with the way he’s touching you, fucking you, looking at you. The second Seungmin feels you coming, he relaxes and does the same, continuing to fuck and rub you through it. It feels strange to come during sex, to come when there’s a hard cock in you, a man between your legs. What’s even stranger is having the man pull out and kiss you, wrap his arms around you, mumble about how good you are as you wrap your legs around his waist, and hold onto him.
Jeongin
⇢ summary: you have your first time together
⇢ genre: smut, relationship!au
⇢ warnings: smut (fingering, handjob clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie)
Sex is the step you never really wanted to take until now, mostly because you still felt like it should be special. You didn’t feel this way because you thought it was going to “change” you but because it was intimate, and you couldn’t imagine yourself naked with a stranger, with someone you don’t trust enough. What's more intimate than that?
You just couldn’t see yourself letting someone you don’t know that well inside of you. Imagining strange hands on your body would make you shiver, which is why you never felt the need to take it there. You didn't even think about it until you started dating Jeongin. The thing that attracted you to him is his shyness, the fact you could see he wanted to keep talking to you but was too flustered to find the words to say.
You’re both equally new to this, so it doesn’t feel like one of you has an unfair advantage, like one of you is in a better position. While that should make you both feel less nervous, it really doesn’t. In fact, it just makes you both fidgety.
Neither one of you is sentimental about it, which is kind of a relief. There are no expectations, no pressure to live up to some fantasy the other person has—except the one of sexual satisfaction, which you are hoping you both will.
Things are off to a weird start on the day you decide to do it. Jeongin comes to your place, you have dinner together, and then you decide to watch a show. Of course, you both know tonight is the night, but it feels like you're both afraid to initiate. You're not there to watch a show, but you're already on the third episode, unsure of how to start.
So, instead of lying on the sofa right in front of him, your back resting against his chest, you turn around, showing your boyfriend you don't really care about the show at all. After all, your attention is on him fully, eyes looking up at his.
“What is it, pretty?” he asks you, hand moving in to cup your cheek, thumb caressing it. “Show’s not that interesting?”
“You're more interesting,” you purr the words at him, leaning into his touch.
“Yeah?” His eyes flicker in the dark, arm moving down to hold your waist. “Want to make out instead?”
Instead of responding, you tilt your head upward, and Jeongin kisses you, slow and gentle, getting your insides to turn with excitement. Little by little, his kiss intensifies, tongue makes its way into your mouth, hand under your shirt. His fingers graze their way up to the swell of your breast and then back down to your hip, leaving goosebumps behind. When you groan, Jeongin finally grabs your chest, squeezing it as he hums into the kiss. “So hot.”
“Touch me.” A pathetic whimper, nothing more. Yet, he hears you loud and clear, hand moving down, sliding into your shorts, finding your heat instantly.
In return, you grab the hem of his shorts and underwear and reach for his cock with the other hand, happy to find it hard. “Fuck,” Jeongin’s voice trembles when you start jerking him off just the way he likes. You've touched him before, memorized every single instruction of his, every touch that made him moan for you. “Mhm, just like that. May I?”
You nod, which is all it takes for him to stop grazing your slit and ease a finger into you. He pulls it out and sticks another one in before gently easing both of them inside of you, which makes you arch your back. His long bony fingers feel perfect when they move inside of you, pushing past your entrance, rubbing your g-spot. “Like that?” Jeongin questions like he can't tell you're biting your lip to stop yourself from being too loud.
“Yeah, yeah,” you agree with a nod, tightening your grip around his shaft. When you kiss again, it feels horny, needy, like you're teenagers again. There's moaning and drool, and you both move your hands fast, pleasuring the other excitedly, both of you clearly loving every second of it.
You relax once Jeongin starts rubbing your clit because you know he wants you to come, which has been his biggest worry. That's what he told you when you discussed it—he'd feel terrible if you didn't get to come.
So, you let go, put the handjob on the back burner, and just let him touch you—thumb rubbing circles into your clit, fingers fucking you, mouth moving down to your neck and sucking on it, licking it, nibbling it. It's perfect, and you feel like Jeongin is all around you—he smells perfect, like wood and something spicy but sweet, which makes you want to nuzzle up to his neck. That's exactly what you end up doing when you realize you're about to come, hoping his neck would muffle the sounds you're about to make.
You try to do that, but Jeongin hums, “No, baby, let me hear… “ He sounds so needy and sweet that you have to give in.
So you let him hear, moaning his name as your orgasm rushes through you and coats his fingers. As soon as you ride it out, Jeongin starts kissing you again, humming against your lips, “You sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” you say with a nod, wiping the sweat away from your forehead, looking down between your bodies to see him bend your knee and hook it over his hip before he guides his cock to your entrance, hard and leaking. “Fuck.”
“What?” Jeongin stops just when his cock taps against your entrance, making a wet noise. It looks big and hard, and you have a feeling it might hurt, even though he’s done a great job at getting you ready.
“Nothing, can't wait,” you admit, scoffing at yourself. Whatever happens, it will be worth it in the end, and you’ll get to feel even closer to him, which is the end goal here.
Soon enough, the tip of his cock is in you, and Jeongin gently rocks his hips, easing his length in you inch by inch, going very slow. It's enjoyable, every second of it, your body more than ready to take all of him.
When you do take all of him, Jeongin stops and rests his forehead against yours, grunting your name. “You're so fucking good… I need a second.” Something about the way he says it—desperate, weak, horny—makes you clench around his shaft.
You chuckle at his cuteness, kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip hungrily. You just don’t have the words you need to explain how much you’re enjoying everything with him. “Take your time, we have all night.”
“Oh God, we do,” Jeongin confirms as if he'd forgotten that, his hips rocking into yours again, cock entering you fully. “Can't believe you can feel this hot. This might be warmer than your mouth.”
“Good, it should feel great,” you say before giving him another kiss.
This time, neither one of you pulls away—you kiss for a long time, limbs entangled, his cock moving in and slightly out, causing just enough friction for both of you to start groaning into the kiss, for fingers to start digging into skin, for teeth to start biting lips. “Babe, I can’t—” Jeongin kicks his head back and hisses, closing his eyes shut. “I can’t put it off anymore, fuck!”
“Come, then,” you hum into the skin of his neck before you lick a stripe up to his ear, and that’s what makes him come inside of you.
Jeongin groans your name loudly, one of his hands grabbing your hip and keeping you in place while his hips thrust into you uncontrollably, eager to ride the feeling out, to fuck into your hole until it takes all of his cum. When that happens, Jeongin hums happily and wraps both arms around you, pulling you into his chest, planting kisses all over your face. “You feel perfect… Was it okay for you?”
“It was great,” you confirm honestly. “I liked feeling you this way too.”
“Right?” Jeongin stops kissing you and looks into your eyes. “Feels so… Close.”
“Let me go clean up and then we can, uh, feel close again, if you’re up for it?”