A/N: This prompt from the MDZS Kink Meme 2020 reminded me so vividly of the JYL/NMJ Wedding Night in chapter 54 of Moominmammashandbag's "To Have And To Hold"; I had to go and ask the author right away if they minded if I wrote a smutty one-shot based on it. Since the chapter skipped over the actual sex (it was incredibly well-written, anyway - enough so that my imagination had no trouble filling in the blanks), I decided to fulfill this prompt by inserting the down and dirty wedding night details.
(This was also written to satisfy the Kinktober 14th prompt of "Face-Sitting", with the extra prompt of "Facial".)
I should probably mention that I was really sick when I wrote most of this, so... You know that state you reach when you're so sick that it feels like you've ascended to a higher state of consciousness?
Yeah, that.
I'm feeling pretty trippy atm. Hopefully it doesn't have a negative impact on my writing quality; if it doesn't I might just go ahead and tidy up and post all of the porn I've been fretting over all this time while I'm too out of my head to over-think it all.
At any rate: Have 7,000 words of porn.
(I originally planned for more, but my creativity gave out and I wanted to finish this before crashing and going back to sleep.)
De-anon me, please!
Prompt:
Look. Jiang Yanli deserves to get wrecked by Nie Mingjue. Did she get engaged to him instead of Jin Zixuan? Is this a Sunshot Campaign fling? Is it a modern AU and she and JZX broke up and she needs a rebound? I don't care! I just want her riding him into oblivion and one or both of them absolutely falling apart.
Do not wants: noncon, scat, gore, any other ships (background references are fine but shouldn't be the focus)
Radiant In Her Skin
Excerpts From Chapter 54 of "To Have And To Hold":
"I've never… I've never taken my clothes off in front of anyone except my maid." she said, in a small voice.
"Did you want to leave your robes on?" he asked, tentatively.
"Or would you rather not, at all?" He felt suddenly deflated.
She looked up at him in alarm. She sat up and started undoing her underrobe. She tore at the ties, and he thought he heard her swear at them under her breath. He reached out in delighted surprise, to touch the exposed skin just below her shoulder, and then her robe came open, and she was taking off her chemise and he could see her breasts.
"Oh, my love" he said, reverently. She sat with her hands clenched in her lap, panting. He slipped his hand down gently and cupped one breast in his hand, almost unable to believe he was allowed to hold her in such a way.
"You are so beautiful." he said and bent down to kiss her nipple.
She made a noise like a snarl in his ear, and he looked up in alarm. Had he hurt her somehow?
She looked at him wild eyed and intent.
"Take your clothes off!" she hissed and launched herself at his mouth.
Mingjue was caught off guard by the ferocity with which she kissed him.
The way she tore at his clothes was anything but gentle, and the press of her lips on his was hard and brutal.
Then she started licking her way into his mouth, and he could only gasp under the sensation of her tongue twining around his own. Curling gently, beckoning him to follow her back; to plunder her mouth as she had his own.
He followed her up, careful, explorative; she moaned appreciatively in a way that would have been enough to get him stirring even if he hadn't been already.
As it was, he found himself grateful for the ache of his healing wound; it provided a strong enough counterpoint to the sensation of pleasure when he focused on it, that he could ground himself and not have to worry about spilling before he could even get inside her.
They had spent a fair bit of time kissing since she'd agreed to marry him; but nothing in those kisses they shared before had prepared him for this.
It was as if she wanted to devour him. The whimpers that came from her as they kissed were driving him mad; when he surged up to meet her she gasped and bucked her hips against him in a way that made him groan.
She hovered over him, soft breasts pressing bare against his chest, rocking down into his lap with every push and pull of their movements as the kiss went on. Grinding, rubbing against each other through the cloth that separated them still.
Their fingers clawed clumsily at the fabric, struggling to remove it without putting space between themselves and being forced to break apart.
Suddenly, a white-hot lance of pain speared through Mingjue and he gasped; a wrong movement had put too much pressure on his wound, and his reactive flinch had pulled it further.
"Mingjue!" Yanli cried. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry!"
She drew back carefully, eyes worried and apologetic.
Very gently, she ran her hands over his torso; not putting any pressure on his wound, simply checking that he hadn't torn his stitches. He hadn't – he could already tell; but he allowed her to set her mind at ease by confirming it for herself.
"It's fine; I'm fine."
Mingjue tried to assure her, but the stiffness in the way he moved as he tried to reach for her gave away the fact that he was still in some pain.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea tonight," she murmured, eyes downcast. His heart sank as she slowly slid herself off of his lap.
No, it probably wasn't a good idea to do this tonight; but dammit this was his wedding night; he had such a gorgeous wife, and she was just so very willing and eager. He could tell she was as disappointed at the prospect of waiting as he was, even though she tried not to let it show.
"If I'm more careful in the way I move, and you can avoid putting pressure on my wound, it should be fine, right?"
There was a desperate edge to his voice; but he couldn't bring himself to be bothered by it.
Yanli bit her lip as she sat beside him on the bed, obviously thinking.
A thoughtful look flitted across her face, and she abruptly looked away and blushed; very prettily, cheeks a hot, bright red, the flush travelling down her neck to the tops of her soft, pert breasts. He couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and trace the heated skin with the tip of a finger, making her eyelashes flutter and her head tip back as his fingertip slowly slid down her neck.
His breath caught in his throat at how lovely and sensual she was like this. A gasp escaped her when he reached her nipple; rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Mingjue was in awe.
He stared, so enraptured by her that he could scarcely breathe. All he could do was continue to touch with hesitant fingertips – softly, gently, reverently; mind spinning at the thought that he was allowed this much.
She opened her eyes, pinning him under her gaze.
"I have an idea."
Her voice was dark and thick with lust as she stared back at him, swallowing heavily. Breasts heaving as she breathed unsteadily through red, lightly parted lips; her pupils blown wide, appearing the very picture of temptation.
He nodded, dumbly.
"Anything," he rasped.
A slow smirk spread across her face, and she dropped her gaze demurely as she rose from the bed and stepped away. She turned around, looking over the room searchingly as her hands fell to the ties still in place on her dress.
The disappointed whine he let out at having her move beyond his reach was completely involuntary and entirely outside his control.
"Patience, husband," she whispered, glancing over her shoulder as she finished undoing her fastenings and slid her robes off where she stood.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her standing skyclad before him.
She moved, and he was captivated by the sway of her hips and her lovely round bottom as she did. Stepping daintily, she fetched two sashes from the cupboard across the room.
Turning back to him, she smiled to herself as she made her way back. Her breasts bounced as she moved, and he felt dizzy with want and need.
Partway back to the bed, she met his eyes, and stopped. The fierceness in them startled her. She blushed darkly once again, dropping her own gaze shyly, embarrassed. Her arms rose involuntarily to cover herself.
His mouth was utterly dry as he surveyed her, standing there before him, at once both nude and demure. It was an intoxicating contradiction, one that made his head spin.
Yanli drew in a deep breath, set her shoulders, and raised her head, looking straight at him as she let her arms fall to her sides.
Moonbeams illuminated her where she stood, straight upright with her head held high, pale skin shimmering like stardust. They caught in the fall of her gleaming black curtain of hair, made her eyes glisten, almost glowing like pools of twilight beneath thick dark lashes.
Her breasts were on the smaller side, but full and plump with darkened nipples rising to dusky peaks. She was a bit short; slight and slender, though not so much as to take away from her womanly curves. Curves that led to a tantalizing display of light and shadow across her body; particularly in the shadowed area between her thighs.
He could see just a hint of her most intimate area, covered with a layer of soft curls; shadows hiding any clearer view of it from his sight.
She was shameless in her nakedness, radiant in the moonlight.
Intoxicating.
He was a man bewitched; but it was an enchantment from which he never wished to be freed.
She smiled, looking pleased by his reaction; the sight of her rising confidence was seductive and alluring, only making him more eager for her.
"Take off your clothes, husband," she said in a low voice.
Mingjue was not a man given to following orders; but just then he did not mind being commanded. He may not have been accustomed to receiving orders rather than giving them; but when a stunning, naked goddess told him to strip, he was a smart enough man to obey.
A gasp escaped her as he did, and she stared as he disrobed; eyes widening and lips falling open.
Unable to help himself, he preened a little under her blatant admiration, stretching himself out carefully for her to look her fill. She hummed, a pleased, satisfied little sound as she ran her eyes over his exposed flesh greedily.
Moving forward almost without thought, she paused at his side, running her hands up and down his flank. Tracing the lines of his abs, skipping over his groin, and trailing down his thighs, before sliding her hands back up again along his sides.
He whined; a desperate sound forcing its way out of his lips.
She smiled again, meeting his wild-eyed gaze with a hint of mischief sparkling in her own.
Without warning she leaned over, ducked her head, and gave a single tentative lick to the tip of his straining cock.
Hips bucking, he let out a shout that sounded as though it had been punched out of him.
"Careful!"
Laughing breathily, she smirked up at him settling her hands down on his hips.
Rising up onto the bed beside him, she slung one leg over his, seating herself astride his thighs before shimmying her way down his legs a bit. His breath stuttered in his chest as she arranged herself, pinning his hips in place with her own body where she was straddling his legs and leaning her forearms over his hips, allowing her face to hover over his cock. Stealing another glance up at him, the look in her eyes was a blend of nerves and excitement.
Through his arousal he felt such a dizzying, overwhelming love for her he was struck dumb in its wake.
She lowered her mouth over the long hard length of him, tilting her head this way and that as she teased with her tongue, keeping his lower body still with the weight of her own.
Hesitantly, she reached for him with her right hand, lifting his cock and giving it an experimental stroke. Holding it erect, she finally took him into her mouth.
The sensation of warmth, of wetness; of soft, tight heat and suction surrounding his cock was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Mingjue let out a series of curses, hips jerking forward involuntarily; halted only by the pressure of her weight pushed onto her arms pushing them back down.
As it was she still pulled back to cough a little, pouting at him and making him feel a brief sting of guilt for his loss of control.
"Sorry," he managed, hoping the word wasn't too garbled to be coherent.
Yanli laughed sweetly.
"I guess we both just need some practice," she said, coy and sly. She was such a lovely, devious, perfect wife; he had no idea how he'd gotten so lucky.
She resumed her explorations of his cock with her mouth; with lips and teeth and tongue as she tasted and tested different actions, movements, types of pressure and sensation. Flicking her eyes up at him every so often as she played, gauging his reactions and trying to figure out what felt best.
He let out a desperate groan, turning his head to the side as he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut. Fisting his hands in the sheets, trying not to reach out; to grab her, to haul himself upright or pull her closer, injury be damaged. The pleasure that rose and fell, creating ever higher with each and every touch she gave him was so intense it was almost pain.
Panting, he forced his eyes open again. He wanted to watch her, to see her taking pleasure in giving it to him.
She held his cock erect between her fingers as she licked a long, wide stripe up from the root to tip with the flat of her tongue; dragging it over the head as she reached the top, before flickering her tongue out and over his slit in a quick, teasing move. The edges of her mouth were curled in a smile as she did it, peeking up at him behind her lashes; so pleased with herself and excited to watch him fall apart, so innocently curious and eagerly seductive.
At once, that titillating little taunt with her tongue and the look she gave him were both too much. Coupled with the lingering little touches as she dragged her fingers over the base of cock and around his balls, they drew up so fast he didn't even notice before it was too late to call out a warning. It was quick and unexpected, but all of a sudden he couldn't hold back.
Coming so abruptly caught him by surprise; he hadn't been ready for it to happen so soon, and all he could do was throw his head back and choke and gasp and moan and shake. His vision and his hearing both blanked out for a moment; his first orgasm at another's hands too powerful for him to retain his awareness through it. He was vaguely aware of his new bride letting out a choked, sputtering cough, though it took a moment to register through his bliss.
Forcing himself to look back down at her as soon as he could regain some semblance of control, he gaped at the sight that met his eyes when he did.
Yanli blinked up at him wide-eyed from where she knelt, thick ropes of creamy white liquid all over her face. Clinging to her eyelashes and making them stick together in clumps; a few string rising up over her forehead and into her hair, spread across her cheeks and dripping down over her nose and off the end of her chin. He even noticed a few strands disappearing into her open mouth; she slowly, cautiously stuck out her tongue and licked her lips even as he watched – head tilting to he side as the look on her face went from startled to quizzical; almost fascinated.
Lightning-quick, the realisation hit him that she was covered in his come. That she was tasting it, interested in discovering the flavour of his spend. She was messy and soaked with his essence and it was a far more erotic sight than anything he could have ever conceived.
It was almost enough to make him come again immediately, despite having just released.
Instead, all he could do was stare, heart hammering in his chest.
His wet, filthy wife giggled, briefly touching her face and blushing again.
"You made a mess of me, A-Jue," she chastised; though he could tell she wasn't really displeased, only flustered and caught off-guard. If anything, it seemed like she was happy; proud of herself, even.
'With good cause,' he thought, still somewhat dazed.
"A-Li," he breathed.
His voice was hoarse; as wrecked as he felt. He reached out for her with a trembling hand, wanting to touch her but too shaken by pleasure to do more than weakly lift his arm and stretch out his hand.
She picked up one of his discarded robes, tossed to the foot of the bed. Shifting and sitting up, still on his legs, she daintily wiped her face. Scrubbing at her hair just a bit to clean the worst of the mess away.
Mingjue tried not to feel too disappointed that the enticing vision she made with her face coated in his seed was gone.
"I'm not done with you yet, husband," she purred, giving him a coquettish look.
Shuddering in renewed arousal, he couldn't help the instinctive response of his cock twitching; having not yet softened completely from his previous orgasm, though neither was he fully hard again yet. Despite no longer having her hands or mouth on him, he felt nearly overstimulated. He honestly wasn't sure at this point if he was desperate for her to touch him again or for her to give him a brief respite to recover.
"Lie down, put your arms out above your head," she instructed.
The pleasure she'd just brought to him increased her confidence; making her sound more sure of herself. In his previous state, he hadn't realised that she was in any way tentative before; but the difference was clear to him now that she was much more certain in the order she gave this time.
This time, he could also tell that it wasn't given too seriously; she was simply too eager and hopeful to sound as commanding as she was trying to, a slight questioning lilt in her tone. Having that assurance of choice, a request rather than a demand gave him back a measure of control that made him feel a bit less unmoored.
He followed her directions as she drew closer, crawling up his body, breasts swinging tantalizingly with her sinuous movements. Careful of his chest, she paused for a moment, adjusting the sashes she'd retrieved at some point without him noticing by pulling them up, wrapping them loosely around her hands to better secure them in her grip.
She'd stopped in a position that had her leaning over him, one of her tempting breasts hovering just out of reach of his mouth. Without thinking about it, he lifted his head and nipped lightly at her nipple.
"Ah!"
A shocked, breathy sound burst out of her as she jolted in response to the unexpected stimulus. He grinned, lifting his head a bit higher in order to draw the stiff bud into his mouth, and sucked.
"Ah-ahh! MmmMingjue!" she cried out.
He growled at the sound of her voice, calling out his name so erotically.
Using the tip of his tongue to tease at the peak of the nipple in his mouth, he was reluctantly forced to release her when the way her body jerked against him nearly pulled at his wound again.
Resting her forehead against the top of his head for a moment, she let out a soft laugh.
"Making sure I know I'm not the only one who can tease?" she asked, breathless.
"Mn," he replied, eyes dark as he tipped his head back to catch her gaze.
She blushed again, and he felt a thrill of delight at the thought that this would always be what it would be like between them; this teasing push and pull, back and forth; each of them attempting to take the other off-balance in such enjoyable ways and getting flustered whenever the other succeeded.
Silently, he promised himself he would strive to ensure he could always find a way to bring that enchanting flush to his wife's skin, no matter how many years they had together. He would always make an effort to put that pleased and excited gleam in her eyes; that joyful smile on her face.
With another huff of laughter, she rose back up; moving herself up carefully on her knees to maneuver her way closer to the headboard without jostling his wound.
Once there, she reached for his wrists; starting to fasten the ends of the sashes she'd gathered around them, one after the other.
While she was apparently trying to keep her breasts away from his mouth until she'd had a chance to try out her idea, the position she was in now had her legs spread out over him, leaving her sex hovering almost just below his chin.
It wasn't that he planned to stop her from continuing; but having her sweet little mound right there; so pretty, soft, and wet, covered in fine, dark curls, and smelling so strongly of her arousal was just too tempting to resist. The scent of it made his mouth water, and he wanted so badly just to taste her.
Then and there, he decided that he wasn't done teasing her yet – and anyway, she'd already brought him so much pleasure; now it was his turn to return the thoughtful gift.
His tongue darted out for a curious lick, gently brushing against the tiny nub peeking out from her folds.
Immediately, her hips jerked forward and she very nearly shrieked.
Taken aback by the strength of her reaction, he paused for a moment before moving in with a bit more enthusiasm to do it again.
"Ah! A-a-ah-wait! A-A-Jue; wait!"
Yànlí pulled back, thighs quivering and her body trembling a bit.
"A-Li?" he asked, wondering uneasily if he'd interpreted her reactions incorrectly.
She laughed shakily and gave him a weak smile.
"I'm alright; I just- just won't be able to hold myself up if you do that!"
He smiled back up at her, relaxing as he realised he hadn't done anything wrong.
"You can just hold onto the headboard," he gestured with a quick jerk of his head. "Lean your weight on that."
A wicked grin spread over his face as he added, "You could also just sit on my mouth."
Blushing furiously, she let out a squeak of shock. It was both adorable and amusing, pulling a chuckle out of him.
"You won't be able to breathe like that!" she protested.
Another chuckle escaped him, and he could feel the warm fondness for her in his gaze as he watched her, shaking his head.
"If I can't breathe at any point I could always turn my head to the side," he pointed out.
"But I'd choke you!" she added feebly. He could see the way she wavered; nervousness and worry warring with heated desire.
Mingjue lifted an eyebrow at her in challenge.
"If you really started choking me I could get free easily," he offered, his tone turning sardonic. "Unless you're doubting my strength?"
She blushed and shook her head.
Avoiding his eyes, she burst out, "I just- just wanted to- Ijustwantedtorideyourcock!"
It took him a moment to realise what she'd said; but once he did his arousal surged back to full strength at once.
"Yes," he growled.
Meeting her eyes, he knew his own were blown wide with lust, pupils likely fully dilated.
"Yes; ride me! But first-" he stopped her movements short with the sudden low, commanding tone of his voice. "First, you're going to ride my tongue."
Her breath stuttered in her chest, and he watched the impact of those words on her with no small degree of satisfaction. The way she shuddered and licked her lips, eyes slipping to half-mast left him feeling unbelievably empowered.
"O-okay," she agreed. "If you're sure."
He smirked up her, amused, quirking one eyebrow.
Turning her head and biting her lip, she gave a small nod.
"Just- can I finish this, first?"
Mingjue shrugged.
He was admittedly rather curious about her plans for the sashes. Though he had to hold himself in check as she leaned back over him again; finishing the job of fastening the sashes around his wrists and fixing them to the bedposts on either side of the headboard.
His eyes widened a bit as he realised what she was doing, and he gave her a querying look.
"This should help keep your upper body still," she explained. "With these holding you in place it means you don't have to worry so much about being mindful of your wound, because the resistance to any movements you try to make if you get too distracted to be careful should be enough of a reminder to keep you from getting hurt!"
"Brilliant," he murmured.
Smiling helplessly, he gazed up at his clever, beautiful wife as she finished securing him in place. When she appeared satisfied, he licked his lips and caught her attention.
"Now," he rumbled. "Come here, A-Li, and let me taste you."
She shivered.
Nervously, she positioned herself over him; holding onto the bed frame above and behind his head as she straddled his face, lowering herself hesitantly to hover over his mouth.
Mingjue wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, anymore than she was; but that was fine. He would learn, and so would she. They would learn together; by trying and doing various things with each other, and they would gradually find their way.
While it was a trifle nerve-wracking to think that he might not manage to please her, he reminded himself that skill and experience hadn't been necessary for her to bring him pleasure – between the simple reality of her touch, her eagerness, and her exploration and experimentation she had succeeded in doing so.
He intended to do the best he could to use those very attributes to find a way to manage to do the same for her now.
Licking her more slowly this time, he paid close attention to every indication she gave of what was most effective and pleasing as he teased his way around her soft cunt. Running his tongue over the lips of her pussy, mouthing at her mounds, and suckling at her clit. He alternated which places he gave attention to and how he attended to each as he enjoyed learning her body and her reactions.
After all, he had all night to experiment and explore, and he intended to take her apart thoroughly before it was over.
Yanli's thighs quivered and her body shook as she leaned more fully on the headboard, letting out small gasps and mewls as he methodically tested each and every technique he could think of to see how each affected her.
Mingjue licked a long stripe along the entire length of her slit, all the way up to the end of her clit. A visceral sort of masculine pride filled him at the way she cried out and dropped down, momentarily unable to support her own weight.
Paying a bit more attention to her clit, he lavished a bit more attention on it, just a bit faster. Circling it with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and giving it a series of swift, firm licks; teasing it with lips and tongue as her cries increased in pitch and volume.
Her weight settled more thoroughly on him as she began rocking into the movements of his mouth. Hips rolling as she chased his tongue and panted above him.
He dipped his tongue inside, lapping at the inner walls of her cunt. Appreciating the way her body lurched and followed him as he slowly began fucking her with it.
As he sped up, her panting and gasping grew heavier, and she started move her pelvis with him, grinding down a bit into the warm, wet heat of his mouth.
Alternating quick firm licks to her clit with diving in deeper to her count, plunging his tongue swiftly in and out. Opening his mouth and welcoming it as she ground against him more harshly; rubbing herself over the lower part of his face as he paid homage to her sweet cunt with lips and tongue and the faintest, lightest hint of teeth.
Moans and sigh fell from her lips in an endless stream as he continued. Her juices soaked the lower part of his face, running down his chin and onto his neck. His lips were shiny with spit and slick. He chased the taste of her, swallowing it down and letting out a moan himself at the semi-sweet flavour.
Breaths quickening as her muscles tensed, he had not even realised how close she was before her thighs clamped down around him and she cried out, grinding down hard against his mouth as he did his best to keep up the swift, repeated back and forth pressure of his tongue inside her while his upper lip rubbed along her clit.
She shook above him and fell apart; head thrown back, a steady call of, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" rising from her throat. Crying out as she reached her peak, the flow of her slick increased, streaming out over his tongue as he eagerly swallowed it down.
Focusing as much as he could on keeping the speed of his tongue, his movements, and the degree of pressure he used steady and constant, he drew the whole of her release from her.
Whimpering greeted him as she started to come down, and he applied himself to cleaning her with his tongue, enthusiastically licking up all of the juices that covered her cunt. Noticing the way she appeared to be growing oversensitive in response to his continued attention, a devious thought occurred to him.
He wasn't quite finished pleasuring her yet, he decided. Mingjue was certain he could draw more from her, if he only applied himself correctly.
On instinct, he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked.
Yanli shrieked.
Grinding his mouth up into her, he gave short, sharp shakes of his head back and forth as quickly as he could, while he sucked on her clit and flickered the tip of his tongue over the end of it repeatedly.
His bride wailed and her hips jerked; once, twice, before she collapsed over him, sobbing as fluid gushed out her pussy and spilled all over his chin.
He softened his touches, carefully teasing the last vestiges of her orgasm out slowly and gently.
She whimpered, spasms running through her at the continued stimulation that was almost painful.
"Ah- enough!" she gasped, voice hoarse. "P-ple-ease! I can't! Ahh-"
Reluctantly, placing one last soft kiss to the tip of her clit, he pulled back; breath heaving from the reduced oxygen he'd had access to while feasting on his wife's beautiful pussy. He hadn't even noticed, he'd been so enthralled by the whole experience.
It took her several aborted tries to slide off of him, her body still shaking through the aftershocks. She panted as she curled up against him; her weight still resting on the headboard, her hip lying on his right arm, pressing against his cheek.
Her eyes were dazed and unfocused. He felt so pleased and fond, seeing her like this. Turning his head to press a wet, messy kiss to her hipbone, he chuckled at the way her breath hitched and her body twitched in reaction to the proximity of his mouth to her over-sensitive, throbbing cunt.
"Alright there, love?" His voice came out in a rasp, and he licked his lips.
"Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes and laying her head against the top of the headboard.
A soft huff of laughter escaped her; a tiny smile playing around the edges of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. Opening her eyes, she stared into his own, still slightly dazed but with increasing alertness creeping back in.
"I think you broke me," she sighed.
Mingjue preened a bit.
Yanli giggled, covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers. Then she dropped them lightly onto his head, lazily starting to stroke through the strands of his hair. He tilted his back a little, enjoying her gentle touch and the soft scrape of her nails against his scalp.
"You're really very good at that," she told him.
He smirked.
"I just took my cues from you," he admitted honestly.
She blushed and looked away. Glancing down the length of his body, she paused, staring and biting her lip.
"You really enjoyed that," she murmured.
The sudden reminder of his neglected erection made him groan. He had – not forgotten; the strength of his arousal was almost painful in its intensity – but disregarded it while he was focused so completely on pleasing her. Drawing attention to it now simply made him aware of how incredibly hard he was; how desperately close he felt to the brink.
Yanli swung her legs over the edge of the bed, shakily rising to her feet.
Eyeing her with slight concern, he made a small noise in the back of his throat.
"You don't need to- I can wait," he started to assure her, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"I'm fine," she glanced over her shoulder with a quick of her lips in his direction. "Just remembering how to move upright, is all."
Taking a moment to bend down and grab a cloth from beside the bed, she cleaned his neck and wiped his face; blushing a bit at the sight of the mess she'd created.
Next she steadied herself, then swayed her hips a little as she made her way down his side.
"Besides," she added, turning to face him as she reached his groin. "I did say I wanted to ride you."
A harsh swallow was all the answer he could give her, briefly lost for words in the force of the raw, animal need that gripped him.
"I'm not going to last," he managed to warn her.
She grinned mischievously.
"That's okay; I'm sure you can go more than once."
Before he could summon a response she heaved herself back up onto the bed, lifting a leg over him to straddle his hips, just below where his rock-hard cock stood at attention; so hard it was almost purple and straining nearly upright.
The breath stuttered in his chest as she wrapped her hand around him, rising up and guiding the head of his cock to her entrance.
He could barely breathe at the sight of her lifting herself up to position herself over his cock. It appeared massive next to her, considering he was a fairly big man and his wife was on the small side.
Clenching his hands into fists, he felt the sashes binding him in place pull taunt for a moment as she sank down slowly, just over the tip. She gasped, and he felt as though the breath had been punched out of him at the sensation of her tight, wet, heat surrounding the head of his aching cock.
It was all he could do not to move, to thrust up further into her heavenly cunt; but through sheer strength of will, he held himself still, letting her go at her own pace. He forced himself to remember the lectures from his aunt, where they warned him about the pain a woman experienced in the beginning during her first time. He had no intention of doing anything that might reduce her pleasure in any way, or increase any pain or discomfort she might experience.
As it was, he knew he was a fair bit larger than average.
Combined with Yanli's petite frame, he was aware that the initial process of entry would not be nearly as pleasant for her as it felt to him.
He clung to that knowledge, focusing on the awareness that she could not be feeling as much pleasure as he was currently to bring himself back and lower his arousal to a manageable level; to keep himself from coming when he was not even fully seated within her. His breath sped up as she lowered her hips so, so very slowly; pausing every few seconds to let herself adjust.
She was just so tight.
The look she wore was focused, concentrated as she carefully sank onto his length. A few small winces crossing her face each time she stopped to catch her breath and give herself a moment get used to the intrusion.
He held his breath as he finally bottomed out, fully sheathed inside her.
Yanli panted shakily. She held herself very still on top of him, while waiting for her body to become familiar enough with the feeling of having something so large inside of her that she could start to move again.
Keeping his eyes open at this point was impossible.
His wife was just so beautiful; seated firmly across his hips, lips bitten cherry red, cheeks flushed and breasts heaving as she panted, strands of dark hair falling over her face and sparkling brown eyes filled with such earnest determination.
Truly, she was glorious.
Watching her now would only cause him to spill immediately, restraint be damned.
While he knew that no matter what he did he was still going to finish embarrassingly fast this time, he planned to hold out for as long as he possibly could. He swore silently to himself that he had not yet given her the last of her pleasure for the night.
He closed his eyes, breathing carefully in and out. Desperately attempting to focus on anything but the way it felt to be encased in the heavenly warmth inside of her.
After a moment, he felt more in control, and opened them again.
Running his gaze over her to check how she was doing, he worried for a moment that something was wrong. But then she began to wiggle her hips a bit, and the more relaxed, almost amazed look on her face reassured him.
She rocked herself suddenly, and his gut clenched in response to the way she moved around him. The tightening of her walls as she drew herself just slightly up, and the intense feeling of being so deeply immersed in her as she firmly reseated herself.
A curious noise escaped her as she gave a tiny, experimental bounce, and he shuddered.
His hands clenched wildly at the sashes binding him, desperate for purchase to anchor him against the rising tide of pleasure he felt.
As she became more comfortable, she began moving around more; just assessing, learning to read her body and its reactions to different stimuli.
The sensation of her hot, wet channel contracting around him, fluttering and moving as she did was too much – he gasped as he lost his grip on his control; hips jolting once as he emptied himself, unable to hold back either his spend or his moans. His thoughts ground to a halt, and lights burst behind his eyes. It felt like he came forever, caught in the lingering ecstasy of the moment.
"Oh!"
Yanli let out a startled sound as he filled her, eyes growing wide at the feeling.
"Sorry," he groaned as he finished. He couldn't help being embarrassed by the lack of stamina he'd just demonstrated, despite his lack of previous experience and having been so riled up by pleasuring her first.
"No, it's just- it's a lot," she said wonderingly.
Then she dimpled and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you trying to get me pregnant, husband?" she teased.
That comment made his cock twitch inside her, pulling another shocked gasp out of her mouth.
He hadn't even really softened much yet; so he was still incredibly sensitive from his orgasm as she squeezed her cunt tight around his cock. The sharp pleasure-pain of it made him cry out.
Leaning forward carefully, she touched her lips to his in a tender kiss. He opened his mouth beneath hers, swallowing down her soft sighs as she moved over his hips and worked to stir the arousal back into his groin.
Continuing her ministrations, she rocked herself on him and contracted her inner muscles, milking his cock and teasing it back to full firmness inside herself. The stimulation was almost too much, and he groaned as she began to grow more comfortable and adventurous in her motions.
Gradually, the sting of oversensitivity began to fade into a simmering pleasure. Slow burning enough that this time, he was more certain of his staying power.
Her efforts started to become less constrained, and she lifted herself on her knees before dropping back down, then repeated the motion a bit faster each time she went.
His breath hitched, and his hips stuttered beneath her.
"Ah!"
A swift twist of her hips as she came down dragged an abrupt cry of pleasure from her and she clenched tight around his cock in reaction to the sensation she'd just managed to elicit in herself.
"Oh," she said; a wealth of unspoken excitement buried beneath her surprise.
She began lifting herself more and more enthusiastically, plunging back down more deliberately and precisely each time, breathy voice chanting her pleasure in a string of, "Ah, ah, ah's" as she began to strike the correct spot more accurately as she went.
He bucked his hips encouragingly, planting his feet against the sheets for leverage. Attempting to match her rhythm, to aid her in seeking her release as she rode him.
After a little while, as her movements grew faster, less cautious, she began panting from exertion. Each breath escaping through lightly parted lips that were a deep, bitten red. Sweat stuck strands of hair to her neck and forehead, and her eyes shone black with the strength of her arousal.
Moaning, she tossed her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as she balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, rising and falling, going faster and faster. Her breasts jiggled on her chest with each movement; nipples standing upright in the canter of each in stiff little pink peaks. At the same time, her hips slammed against his again and again with the slick, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
All he could think as he stared at her, enraptured, was how otherworldly she appeared; how divine as she chased her own pleasure on his cock.
So fixed was he on watching her, he almost didn't notice as he began to draw close himself. Recognizing the signs, however, he grit his teeth and focused on driving his hips up with each of her thrusts, determined to outlast her.
Her cries began to increase in pitch and volume, her inner walls clenching and releasing quicker and quicker as her orgasm began to crest. Her hips faltered, so he planted his feet more firmly and concentrating on giving her short sharp jabs with his cock, trying to angle the same way she had before.
Something about the way he did it must have been right, because her cunt seized around him as she let out a wail.
"Mingjue! Ah-a-ah-o-oh! M-mingjue- Ah!"
He did his best to keep fucking her through it, wanting to draw it out as much as he could. As she started to wind down, he allowed himself to let go, and chase his own completion.
It only took a few more brief thrusts before he spilled, hips jerking reflexively as he spent himself deep within her. Her name slipped from his lips in a groan as the pleasure crested inside him, and he panted as he slowly came down from his high.
Yanli moaned as she slid off of him, and he hissed as his softening cock slipped out. She pulled herself up to stretch out by his side, dragging the covers up as she nestled herself close to him.
Bending down, his wife traded slow, lazy kisses with him as they caught their breath and basked together in the afterglow. As his awareness crept back in, he noticed she had yet to release him.
"Going to keep me here all night?" he teased.
She laughed.
"Mm, maybe," she teased back, eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled.
Hauling herself halfway up, she reached out and untied him.
Carefully, he eased his arms back down, and tucked her into his side cautiously. Satisfied that he managed both without aggravating his wound, he relaxed, stroking her hair with one hand as she snuggled down and began to adrift off into an exhausted, sated sleep.
Unconsciousness pulled at him as well, but he fought it for just a few moments longer.
Mingjue just wanted to lie there and watch his beautiful, sleepy wife for a while before he slept; to memorize her, along with the rest of this night.
Nie Mingjue's wife was very beautiful in red.
His wife was even more beautiful in nothing but her own skin.
A/N: I absolutely recommend reading the fic this was based on. The main focus of that fic is the LWJ/WWX pairing; however that was also the fic that made me fall in love with the concept of JYL/NMJ. The way their relationship is written in that fic is honestly just the best thing ever.
Writing this was a literal pain. It was my very first time writing het smut, which meant there was a bit of a learning curve. While I was writing it I kept ending up sitting there going,
"Why is writing het sex so hard?! I am physically female, have been married to a man for thirteen years, and conceived two children! I KNOW how het sex works! Figuring out how to write about it should NOT be THIS difficult!"
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Me, pondering the reasons for my mental block over writing het:
"I wonder if the reason I read almost exclusively gay main pairings and gay smut is simply my horny little gender-fluid soul's way of vicariously having sex as a man?"
Me, considering:
"But maybe not; after all I ihave/i read and enjoyed het smut on occasion... Except that I'm bisexual and like half of that was written from a male POV..."
Me, glancing over my first draft for this one-shot and realising the entire thing is written in the POV of NMJ... who is also male:
"Oh my god, I have penis envy." (ʘ_ʘ)
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