He was gentle with the way he touched her. His hands held her as if she was made of porcelain and she smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling up and her dimples appearing. He offered a smile back, as if in reassurance. They didn't have a clue what they were
/doing, but they were trying.

He awkwardly tugged on her shirt, the message thankfully getting through as she lifted her arms and the cloth slipped over her head. Herface was flushed a gentle red, as was his, and his careful hands reached up to touch her chest. She hummed as

he groped itover her bra, his fingers sinking into the flesh. He looked up, meeting her eyes, and she nodded. He touched the zip on the front, briefly recalling that this wasn't a normal bra and she blushed as he smiled at her choice of underwear.
/He undid it and pulled it from her body, her small chest on display to him. He smiled again asshe looked away and blushed even harder.

He moved away, laughing at her confused face before realisation hit her. His hands fumbled to untuck his shirt and pull it over his head, muscular arms bulging as he did this. He threw the article of clothing over his shoulder, the fabrichitting

the ground with a muffled noise. He moved back over her, arms supporting him as he leaned down. His lips touched hers briefly before he moved down her body, hesitating before touching her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She moaned quietly and he
/looked up.

The young runner stood, undoing his belt before pulling his trousers from his body, dropping them to the side. He raised an eyebrow at her and she nodded, exhaling shakily before standing and doing the same. Left in just their underwear, the two moved
/closer, bodies pressing together as they hugged. She kissed his neck lightly, him returning the affectionate gesture before smiling down at her.

They moved, laying back down, him hovering above her. He looked into her eyes again, looking for confirmation, and when he got it, he pulled the last piece of clothing from her body. His own went flying behind them, and their lips connected once again,
/this time conveying morethanthe previous kisses. He pulled away and positioned himself.

"This won't be the last time. Please, promise me"

"It won't. I promise."

And he pushed his hips forward as he pressed his lips back against hers, the smaller female crying out into his mouth. He leaned his forehead against hers, smiling,and they spent the night offering themselves to each other, mind and body.

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Ahah I apologise for this, but I've been having Minho feels recently after getting into the maze runner series and I decided to write a semi-smut scenario between him and my OC. It's bad, but it's my first time writing smut, so please excuse how rushed and OOC Minho is.

I might make a full story on this, but I'm still deciding, so it mightbe a while until that.

-shitty smut author