Asian Celebrities Imagines

Choi Minho: Trust

Warnings: Lots of kissing, implied smut, mention of the first time, slight hair tugging, slight nudeness, fluff.

W/C: 1. K

His lips felt soft against yours, his hand was brushing through your hair in a comforting manner, not wanting to scare you off with just a kiss, the tension slowly thickened between you and Minho, and the temperature in the room felt as if it was rising, your breathing was becoming hard as his lips moved with yours, his other hand rested on your knee as you sat on his bed with him just across from you, your hands were on the soft duvet, the kiss felt like it was becoming deeper, you gasp as your lungs were screaming for air, he took that moment to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring, your lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it, you were inexperienced and hoped you were doing everything right, the feeling of someone else's tongue inside yours felt foreign, he slowly pulls away, strings of saliva breaking off as he did, your eyes remained closed but could feel his eyes on you, you opened your eyes and saw knots forming in his eyes as he held an inner battle with himself.

"Minho." You softly say as you lean more forward, you move one of your hands to his cheek, almost snapping him away from that battle inside his head.

"Do you want this?" He asks, his tone sounding concerned. "I need to hear you say it, I need your consent if we're going to go further." He moves his hand that was on your knee to your hand that was on his cheek, his hand felt warm over yours as he gently held the back of your hand.

"I want this." You whisper, keeping eye contact with him. "I want you, I want you to make love to me, Minho." You feel him gently squeeze your hand. "I trust you." This would be your first time, and he was well aware of it.

"Stop me... tell me to stop at any time you start to feel uncomfortable or if you change your mind." He says you nod your head, giving him a soft warm smile.

"I will." You say. "Now, can you calm down, you need to enjoy this also." He nods his head, trying to push away his worries, he leans closer and presses his lips against yours, your eyes close and feel his hand slipping away from your hair before feeling a warmth covering your cheek, he gently urges you to lay back on his bed, the kiss barely breaking as he follows you and hovers above you, most of his weight on his knees between your legs, he releases your hand and moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt, playing with it, his hand on your cheek moves to the side of your neck as he moves his lips away from yours and along your jaw, his hand slips underneath your shirt and begins softly rubbing along your sides, his hand moving higher and higher each time, your insides churn at the foreign feeling of someone's hand underneath your shirt, touching you.

"Are you still okay?" He asks as he stops below your ear, he had felt your body tensing for a moment. "We can stop, we don't have to go further." His cock had already grown, but he would stop if you didn't want to continue.

"No, no, no." You say quickly. "Don't stop, it just felt... foreign." You could feel his breathing against your skin. "Ah." The whimper left your lips, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. "Continue, please." His hand disappears from the side of your neck and joined his other hand underneath your shirt, he sits upright on his knees, slowly moving his hands upwards underneath your shirt, you could feel a light breeze blowing against your stomach as more of your skin became exposed. "Shouldn't I be touching you also?"

"Not today." He says. "It's all about you today, about making you feel as comfortable as possible." Your shirt shifts higher as his hands stop just below your breasts.

"And what if I want to touch you?" You ask. "What if I want to run my hands over your sculpted abs?" His fingers curl around the fabric of your shirt. "Lick a stride up, leave kisses behind?" You could feel his hands jerking at your words.

"If that is what you want." He leans over you, his forehead touches yours. "Then my girl will get the wet she wishes for." He sits upright as his hands move your shirt upward, you lift your upper body, letting him remove your shirt, goosebumps form on your skin as cool air blow against your warm skin, and your nipples harden.

"It is what I want." You say as you lay back down on the bed, he was about to protest when his eyes fell on the hidden clasp at the front of your bra sitting against your sternum, you sit upright, your hands going to the hem of his shirt, you push it upwards.

"Whoa, you're in a hurry to get to it." He says, he helps you in removing his shirt, your arms wrap around his waist and your lips make contact with his stomach. "Ooh..." You look up at him, seeing his jaw slacked.

"I'm not even doing much, are we sure that I'm the virgin here?" You tease him, and he looks down at you, ready to throw a remark your way until he met your innocent eyes.

"It just... feels nice having your lips against my skin." He mutters, a hand moves to your hair, his fingers gently comb through your strands, you smile before flattening your tongue against his toned stomach, you could see him shudder as he felt you drag your tongue along his stomach.

"Hmm." You hum, and for a second you felt his hand tugging your hair before it disappeared. "Oh, were you about to pull my hair?" His hand moves to your shoulder, and he pushes you to lay back.

"No, I wasn't." He mutters, his hands instantly moving to your covered breasts. "Let me focus on you, sweetheart, let me please you." You nod your head, as you let his hand knead your covered breast, and warmth spreads through you. "I promise to let you do whatever you want to me when we do this again."

"Deal, you've got yourself a deal." You say, your eyes fall close as you feel his hands starting to work wonders on your chest.

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