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I freaking loved this and now I desperately need Minjae

Closer Than Ever

group: xikers

pair: minjae x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, shy reader

word count: 1.5k

content: making out in A LOT OF DETAIL.

a/n: dedicated to my bestie (the most insane minjaekkeo to ever exist) (i love you sm ☹️)

Minjae was, for lack of better words, “a perfect gentleman”. He always took things slow, always let you make the first move to avoid breaking your boundaries, never ever did anything without asking. That fact only made you blush even deeper as Minjae's hand gripped your waist and he backed you up against the wall behind you. Shivers spread throughout your body from where his fingertips dug into your skin, a sense of desperation in his grasp. His warm breath spread across your lips and the tip of his nose brushed sensitively against yours, making your whole body light up like it was on fire. He lifted his other hand, placing it on your chin, and the pad of his thumb softly tapped your bottom lip, sending a jolt through your heart. His dark eyes were half-lidded and glossy, his gaze stuck to your lips as he pressed experimentally against them with his thumb. You fought a strong shiver as his bangs tickled your forehead and you scruched the bottom of your shirt like a lifeline. A soft fragrance of sandalwood with notes of various floral scents you couldn't quite place filled your nose. A very familiar scent, the scent of him. This otherwise calming scent only worked to overwhelm you further, reminding you of the lack of distance between you and him and making your heart beat ever faster. 

After what felt like decades of him standing there and sending your brain into overdrive, he softly trailed the hand on your chin up to your ear, cupping the side of your face as his eyes slowly closed and he pressed a gentle, sweet kiss to your lips. A kiss no different from his usual ones, loving, warm, innocent. A kiss that felt like the first ever kiss you two shared after your third date. A kiss he waited to give you despite how you could tell he wanted to from the first date, his sneaky glances at your lips being not as sneaky as he had hoped. 

He gave you time to melt against his lips, feeling safe and secure with him and allowing your hands to gently hold either side of his jaw as he took slow breaths in and out through his nose, a habit of his you were more than used to from how often he gave you these seemingly never-ending sweet kisses.

There was a sudden change in him, though, and his breathing sped up, warping the familiarity of the situation and making your heart pound harder once again. His hand on your waist slipped further down your hip, holding onto the fabric of your cotton shorts rather than your t-shirt. The bold move made your breath stutter, and suddenly you couldn't handle breathing through just your nose anymore. You used your hands still on his face to pull him off of you gently, separating from you without much of a fight. Both of your eyes flickered open, immediately meeting each other before his once again fell directly back to your lips. They were unlike anything you've seen on him before, dark and heavy, filled with tension and…desire.

“M-”

You couldn't even get a word out, surrendering to his plump lips overlapping yours once again. It was a similar kiss to his previous, innocent in its nature, but there was something slightly different. Maybe it was the tension in the room, maybe it was the heat of your body, maybe it was the racing of your heart. Whatever it was, it was making the kiss much more breathtaking than ever before. The way his breaths from his nose hit your face was different too, faster and warmer.

He was the one to break the kiss this time, leaning his almost feverishly hot forehead against yours and using his hand to tilt your face up slightly as he took a tiny step closer. More of his bangs fell against your face and you couldn't suppress a shiver this time. His breath was heavy as it escaped between his lips and you were almost dizzy from his heat and passion. He brought his lips together and his tongue came out for a moment to wet them before speaking, his voice low and quiet.

“...Open your mouth for me…”

Five words. Only five words and yet every single one of them hit you like a freight train directly to the chest. You were suddenly grateful about being pushed up against the wall, it trapping you and yet also being a crutch to keep your weak knees from giving out under you.

It took a moment for his words to really register in your brain being such a far cry from his usual soft inquiries for consent before kissing you. This was nothing like that; this was almost a demand. 

Your heart thrummed in your against your ribs and you swallowed anxiously, throat somewhat dry from nerves. Yet despite your nerves and anxiety, you quickly obeyed, parting your shaky lips and squeezing your eyes shut in preparation. Sure, you were innocent, but not so innocent that you didn't know what he was planning.

His thumb rubbed along your cheek as if to soothe you before his lips planted against yours again, parted in the same way. It was a brief moment of calm before the storm of his tongue teasing along the inside of your bottom lip, setting your face aflame and turning your mind into a jumble of internal screaming. His tongue slowly snaked further, flicking against the tip of your own tongue before it instinctively retreated into the back of your mouth without you even noticing. He took his mouth off of yours for a moment, just long enough to speak in a deep, assertive, and frankly sexy tone you've never heard before.

“Baby…don't hide your tongue.” 

Your mind spun as his hand on your hip flew up to hold and better steady your face before he dove back in like a starved man. He tilted his head for better access before his tongue re-entered and roamed the inside of your mouth. Your hands slid to his chest and gripped his shirt tightly like an anchor.

You did your best to follow his instructions, trying to center your train of thought and focus on keeping your tongue available for him. His soft tongue finally found yours and curled around it, your knees buckling and threatening once again to give out on you.

You wanted to impress him, you wanted to make him happy, so you copied his movements the best you could, clumsily wrapping your tongue back around his in the opposite direction. Without hesitation he used his body to push you tighter against the wall, his tongue moving a lot more adventurously around the inside of your mouth as if determined to touch every surface and mark it as his own. You simply tried your best to hold onto your sanity and consciousness as the heat consumed you, but luckily he had mercy on you, his tongue retreating back into his mouth as he removed his lips from yours. You cracked your eyes open to see a string of saliva stretching between your lips and his right before breaking and trailing down your chin. It was such a lewd sight and it made you almost want to shut your eyes again and allow the darkness to consume you.

Minjae pulled back enough so your eyes could finally lay upon his entire for the first time in what felt like days. His hands slid from your face, leaving your cheeks strangely cold and empty. He quickly swiped a thumb over your chin and bottom lip, cleaning up the mess he'd left and shamelessly licking it off his thumb while staring unwaveringly into your eyes. You gasped and let go of his shirt, pushing your hands up over your face to hide from his gaze after what you two had done finally clicked in your head. Your ears perked up at a soft chuckle from the man in front of you immediately followed by his once rough hands gently peeling your hands from your face and leaning to peer into your eyes, an innocent smile and pink blush present in his features.

“You okay…?”  His voice was still deep but much less pulled tight with tension than it was only minutes before.

You nodded subtly, looking away from him as you tried to gather your scattered thoughts and form something to say. He quickly reassured you that there was no rush with a loving kiss on your forehead that calmed you down like magic. 

You quickly came back to your senses, your embarrassment dissipating as you finally looked back into the eyes of the man you loved and trusted with your life. The man that'd never do a single thing to hurt you. He was the man you wanted to spend your life with…and now you were closer than ever.

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@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv

Confession Song

Minjae Summary: Minjae puts his feelings for you into a song. WC:503 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Y/n do you think the one I played before or just now is better?” Minjae asked you. However he is only met with silence. He turns his head away from the computer in front of him to find you snoozing away. Leaning on the table with your head lying on your arms. Minjae lets out a little chuckle. He brings one of his hands to your face and brushes away the stray strands of hair. He stares at you adoringly. His heart beating with love. That’s when the idea pops into his head. He turns his attention back to the computer and begins to work on a new song.

After some time Minjae is shaking you awake, with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/n you can just go home when you’re tired,” he tells you. 

“I’m not tired,” you mumbled out with your head still resting on your arms. 

“You could at least say that with your eyes open.” Minjae poked your cheek. Your eyes crack open and you sit up from your hunched over position, stretching your arms above your head. 

“So maybe I was a little tired,” you say. Minjae laughs. 

“Come on, I'm done for the night. Let’s get you home.” 

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“I have a song I want you to listen to,” Minjae tells you, guiding you over to the chair and handing you a pair of headphones. 

“Did you already finish the songs you were working on for the album?” you asked. 

“Just listen to it,” he told you, making you slightly confused. Nonetheless you still put the headphones on and pressed play. 

“What do you think?” he questioned once you took the headphones off. 

“I like it. It’s very schoolboy crush, cute” you say with a smile.

“Look at what it’s called.” He motions his head towards the monitor. You leaned closer to look at the name on the file. “Y/n” it read.

“Me? Why would you name a song after…Minjae.” The pieces clicked. The song about having a crush and all the things their crush makes them feel was named after you. 

“I like you,” he confesses. 

“I make you feel like a schoolboy in love?” you say. Minjae chuckles while nodding. 

“You heard it didn’t you?” he said. You stood up from the chair and took Minjae’s hands in yours. 

“I like you too,” you confessed back. 

“Really?” His eyes widened slightly making you laugh. He was so adorable. 

“Yes. Why else would I sleep in your studio when I have a perfectly good bed back home,” you say. Minjae smiles, moving his hands in your hold to lace your fingers together. 

“Where should I take you out on our date then?” he asked. 

“I like your studio,” you state, looking around the small room.

“Huh?”

“I just like spending time with you. It doesn’t matter where,” you elaborated. 

“I like spending time with you too,” he says. Safe to say the two of you had a lot of studio dates in the future.

This was amazing there is no way this your first smut cause it was just toooo freaking good 😩😩 the aftercare was so cute 🥹

STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x idol!minjae

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), meandom!minjae, softdom!minjae, sub!reader, reader is a tease, fingering, slight dacriphylia, hair pulling, choking, riding, rough, spanking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (good girl, babe, etc...), slight cnc, orgasm control, pain play, overstimulation, dirty talk, physical restraint, aftercare

Word count ◊ 4.1k

Summary ◊ You loved seeing Minjae work, but seeing him all focus and everything stirred something in you. And you just couldn't wait. So you decided to test his limits.

a/n: this is my first smut omg, i was so nervous to post it! don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

You sat on the plush couch in the corner of the recording studio, your eyes fixed on Minjae. He was hunched over the mixing console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he tweaked the track levels playing through the speakers. The dim lighting of the studio cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His focus was absolute, and you couldn't help but admire him, your mind wandering to less innocent places.

Minjae’s fresh new black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently pushed it back with a slight huff of annoyance, his full attention on the computer before him. You bit your lip, your thoughts growing filthier by the minute. You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. You wanted his attention, needed it.

"Babe," you called softly, but he didn't respond. He was lost in his world of melodies and rhythms.

You sighed and got up, walking over to where he was working. You leaned against the console, deliberately positioning yourself in his line of sight. "Jae, it's been hours," you pouted, your voice hinting at playful frustration.

He looked up briefly, his eyes softening when they met yours. "I know, babe. I'm almost done. Just a little more patience, okay?’’

Your pout deepened. "You've been saying that for the last hour. How much longer?’’

Minjae chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "I promise just a few more tweaks. This song needs to be perfect.’’

You watched him as he turned back to the controls, his focus once again unwavering. You admired his dedication, but your impatience was getting the better of you. You moved closer, placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Minjae," you whispered, your lips close to his ear. "Can't you take a little break? Just for a moment?’’

He turned his head slightly, your faces inches apart. "Y/n, I really need to finish this. But I promise, once I'm done, I'm all yours.’’

Your eyes flickered with mischief. "What if I can't wait that long?’’

Minjae's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're making it very hard to concentrate, you know that?’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a mix of affection and desire. "I just missed you. Watching you work is amazing, but I want some of your attention too.’’

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. "You have all of it, even when I'm busy.’’

You kissed him, a slow and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things you wanted to do. Minjae responded eagerly, his hands tightening around your waist. For a moment, the music and the studio faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Minjae rested his forehead against yours. "I really need to get back to work.’’

You nodded, your heart racing and your pout evident. "Fine. I'll be patient then.’’

He smiled, giving you one last kiss before turning back to the console. "Thank you, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise.’’

You returned to the couch, your eyes never leaving him as he dove back into his work. The sight of him so focused and determined stirred something inside you. You decided to test his limits, to see just how much you could push him before he gave in.

You started by shifting your position, slowly crossing your legs in a way that made your skirt ride up just a bit higher than usual. The movement was deliberate and calculated. You watched as Minjae glanced over, his eyes momentarily lingering on your exposed skin before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe," you called softly, your voice laced with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is it okay if I take off my sweater? It's a bit warm in here.’’

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Sure, go ahead.’’

You pulled off your sweater slowly, revealing a fitted tank top underneath that clung to your curves. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back just enough to draw his attention. You saw his eyes flicker with interest before he quickly turned back to his work, trying to maintain his focus.

"Do you have any water?" you asked, your voice sweet and innocent.

"There's some in the fridge," he replied without looking up.

You got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. You could feel his eyes on you, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. You bent over to retrieve a bottle, knowing full well that your skirt was short enough to provide him a beautiful view of your panties as you bent. 

When you turned around, you saw Minjae staring, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

You feigned innocence, widening your eyes. "Just getting some water. Why?’’

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and sit down.’’

You smiled sweetly and returned to the couch, taking a slow sip from the bottle. You made sure to lick your lips afterward, your eyes never leaving his. He tried to ignore you, but you could see the tension building in his shoulders.

After a few more minutes, you decided to up a notch. You leaned back on the couch, stretching out and letting your hand casually slide up your thigh. You watched Minjae's reaction, noting how he glanced over repeatedly, his focus slipping.

"Jae," you called again, your voice a soft purr, knowing full well how much he loved this nickname.

He sighed, finally turning to face you fully. "What is it, Y/n?’’

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just bored. It's hard to sit still when you're so busy.’’

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes.’’

You pouted. "You've been saying that for a while now. Can't you take a tiny break?’’

"Y/n, you're not making this easy," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

You grinned, pleased with his reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about.’’

Minjae shook his head, standing up and walking over to you. "You know exactly what you're doing.’’

You tilted your head, your expression the picture of innocence as you looked up to him. "I'm just sitting here.’’

He leaned down, positioning resting his arms on either side of your head, on the back of the couch. "You're testing my limits, and I can promise you, this is not a good idea.’’

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "And what if I am?’’

His eyes burned into yours, his voice lox. ‘’You really want to play this game?’’

Your heart raced with excitement and fear. You looked up at him, your eyes wide but defiant. "What game?’’

Minjae's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "The game where you push me until I snap. You want to see how far you can go, don’t you?’’ 

You shivered at his words, a thrill running down your spine. ‘’Maybe.’’

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You're going to regret this," he warned, tilting his head to the side and arching his brow.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll see.’’

With a growl, his resolve finally snapped. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trailed down your body, rough and demanding. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he muttered, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, your body arching against his. ‘’Minjae…’’

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak. "You're nothing but a tease, Y/n. You think you can distract me from my work? Make me lose control?’’

You whimpered, his words sending a wave of heat through you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, though you both knew you weren’t.

"No, you're not," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "But you will be.’’

He moved his hand from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place as he kissed you again, rough and demanding. His other hand slid under your tank top, his touch sending shivers through your body. "You like this, don’t you?" he growled against your lips. "Being at my mercy.’’

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening just a fraction.

‘’Fuck,’’ you hissed as your airflow was restricted. ‘’I love it.’’

Minjae's grip on you tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desire. He guided you to the edge of the couch and sat down, pulling you over his lap with a firm, unyielding hold. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he growled, his hand resting on your lower back.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Now you have it. But you're not going to like what comes next," he said, his tone cold and authoritative.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you.

"Minjae!" you cried out, your body tensing.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. "You brought this on yourself, y/n. You think you can tease me and get away with it?’’

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, harder than the first. You whimpered, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I'm sorry," you pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he had just struck. ‘’I know you’re not sweetheart.’’ 

He spanked you again, this time even harder. You yelped, your body jerking against his. The pain was intense, but there was an underlying pleasure that made your core throb with need. He resumed spanking you, each strike harder than the last. "You need to learn your place. You don't get to play these games with me, not when I’m working.’’

Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking from the intensity of the pain and pleasure at the same time. He paused, his hand resting on your red, swollen ass. "You look so pathetic right now," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying and begging for mercy. Is this what you wanted’’

You nodded, your sobs making it hard to speak. "Please, no more.’’ He knew that you were not really asking to stop, and the wet patch on your panties told him how much you really enjoyed it.

He laughed, the sound harsh and devoid of sympathy. "Oh, we're not done yet.’’ He slid his hand between your thighs, teasing your wetness. "Look at how wet you are. You say you don't want it, but your body tells a different story.’’

You moaned, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers barely grazing your sensitive clit. "Please make you come? Please forgive you?’’

"Yes," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He removed his hand, leaving you throbbing and unfulfilled. "You don't deserve it," he said coldly. "Not yet.’’

He spanked you again, harder than before, the pain making you scream. "You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, sweetheart.’’

You sobbed, your body trembling. You needed him to touch you where you wanted the most. ‘’I've learned my lesson.’’

He paused, his hand resting on your lower back. "Have you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Yes," you cried. "I promise. Please, no more.’’

He pulled you up, positioning you to straddle his lap, your tear-streaked face inches from his. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he murmured, his thumb brushing away your tears. His eyes softened ever so slightly. You sat on his lap, your breath hitching.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Good," he replied, his grip on your hips tightening. "Now, tell me what you want.’’

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please touch me.’’

A smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want me to touch you? After all that teasing?’’

"Yes," you moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Minjae. I've been good.’’

His fingers trailed up your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly. "You think you deserve it?’’

"Yes," you pleaded, your eyes closing as his fingers got closer to your core.

‘’Tsk, look at me,’’ he commanded as he shook his head lightly. His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him in his eyes, and you force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Beg properly.’’

"Please," you begged again, your voice more desperate, your pride going away fast. "Please, I need you. I've learned my lesson. Please make me come,’’ you whined, your lips forming a little pout.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's better." He slid his fingers under your panties, finding you wet and ready. ‘’Fuck baby, you’re so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "All from a little spanking.’’

You moaned, unable to form words as his fingers began to tease your entrance. He slid one finger inside you, slowly, making you gasp. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every reaction. It was so fascinating for him how your face twited in pleasure at every little things he did.

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Please, Minjae," you begged again, your voice trembling.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing you. "You want more?" he taunted.

"Yes, fuck, please,’’ you moaned, your voice breaking with need.

He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "You're such a needy little thing," he said, his voice filled with both degradation and admiration. "So desperate for my touch.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Minjae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he commanded. "I want to see you when you come.’’

You forced your eyes open again, looking at him as he continued to finger you, his thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles. You cried out his name, your body tensing as you reached the edge.

"Come for me, baby,’’ he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing as you came hard around his fingers. You screamed, your voice echoing in the room.

He watched you with dark satisfaction, his fingers still moving, riding you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised, his voice softening slightly. "That's my good girl.’’

You barely had time to catch your breath before he started again, his fingers relentless. "Minjae, please," you begged, your voice shaking with overstimulation.

‘’Come on, babe. You teased me for hours. It’s what you wanted, right?’’ he asked, his tone mocking. "You're gonna come again for me.’’

You moaned, your body already on the edge again from his relentless teasing. "Minjae, I can't," you whimpered.

‘’Of course, you can," he said firmly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You were helpless against the pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. You cried out his name, your eyes engorged with tears. Another powerful orgasm crashed over you, making you scream his name again.

He slowed his movements, gently easing you through your orgasm, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his tone a mix of praise and possession. "You did so well.’’ Your body was still trembling and sensitive, but you still looked at him desperately. 

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, your voice shaky. ‘’I need you.’’ 

He smirked, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. ‘’Aw, my baby needs me?’’ He mocked, his tone filled with amusement. ‘’You sound so fucking desperate.’’

You bit your lip, your hands moving to jhis pants, fumbling with the button in your impatience. You looked at him, a begging look in your eyes, your fingers trembling against his jeans. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from his pants. ‘’So needy,’’ he taunted, his eyes dark. ‘’Can’t even wait for me to take my pants off.’’ 

You whimpered, your body aching. You needed him inside you. ‘’Please,’’ your voice sounded so desperate. 

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He locked eyes with you, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Alright, since you’re so eager.’’

He released your hands, allowing you to unbutton his pants. You quickly undid them, your hands shaking with anticipation. You pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching cock. You looked at him, your eyes wide with need. 

‘’Was that what you wanted?’’ He asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it against your wet folds.

‘’Fuck, yes,’’ you moaned, your hips bucking against him. 

He positioned himself at your entrance, putting just the tip in. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. ‘’But,’’ he said, looking at you with an arched brow. ‘’Do you really deserve it?’’ He teased.

‘’Jae, please just fuck me. I need you inside me,’’ you begged, looking at him with doe eyes. 

With a low growl, he thrust hard into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. You screamed, the sudden feeling of being full sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. ‘’Fuck,’’ he murmured. He started moving, slowly at first. "That's it," he growled, gripping your hips tightly. "Scream for me. No one can hear you in here.’’

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, making you cry out with every movement. His hands were so tight on your hips, you knew he’d leave marks, but you didn’t care. ‘’You like being fucked like this, huh?’’ He taunted, his voice rough. All you could do was moan, too deep in pleasure to actually form a coherent sentence. 

He stopped his hips, leaning back against the couch, ordering for you to move. You began to move, your body trembling with effort and pleasure. He guided your movements, his hands tight on your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on my cock.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body moving frantically as you chased your release. "Minjae," you cried, your voice breaking.

"You're such a needy little slut," he mocked, his voice low and harsh. "Look at you, so desperate to come.’’ That was probably his favorite view. Your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing, your hands scratching his lower abdomen. But the pace you were setting was too slow for his own taste. 

He thrusts up into you hard, making you scream. "You like being my little whore,  don’t you?’’

‘’Yes, fuck-" you sobbed, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Good," he growled, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Because that's all you are. My little slut.’’

He continued to thrust into you, each movement rough and demanding. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with pleasure. "Jae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes filled with desperation.

"Not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over the arm of the couch. He positioned you on your knees, your ass in the air, and entered you again with one hard thrust.

You screamed, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through you. He was even deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot with each thrust. 

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked you harder, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Let everyone know who you belong to.’’

You screamed his name, your voice raw with pleasure and desperation. He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "Say it.’’

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice barely audible.

"That's right," he snarled, releasing your throat and gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine. My little whore.’’

He pounded into you relentlessly, your moans and screams filling the room. "Minjae, I can't—" you gasped, your body trembling.

"Yes, you can," he growled, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Come for me, baby.’’

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, your screams echoing in the soundproof room and milking his cock. You convulsed around him, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Minjae, please," you sobbed, your voice breaking.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck," he growled, his body shuddering with release.

He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you panting and trembling. His chest stayed against your back, his arms on each side of your body, supporting himself.  Finally, he pulled out, his hands gently stroking your back. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice softening. "Such a good girl.’’

He gathered your trembling body into his arms, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Shh, it’s okay, love,” he whispered softly, his tone now filled with affection. “I’ve got you.’’

You nestled against him, your body exhausted and spent. He stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. Minjae looked around the studio, noting the lack of amenities for proper aftercare. He saw the mini fridge and had an idea. “Hold on, let me get some water and clean you up a bit.’’

He gently laid you down on the couch, ensuring you were comfortable. You whimpered slightly, your body still sensitive. He walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a couple of water bottles and a clean cloth he found nearby. He returned to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

He opened one of the water bottles, wetting the cloth. “This might be a bit cold,” he warned gently before cleaning you up. His touch was tender, his movements careful as he wiped away the sweat and the remnants of his cum that spilled out your hole and stained your inner thighs. 

You flinched slightly at the cold but relaxed as he continued to clean you. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I got carried away.’’

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I liked it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But I’m so tired.’’

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening. “I can tell. You can barely move.’’

He finished cleaning you up, then helped you sit up, supporting you with his arms. “Here, drink some water,” he urged, holding the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, your eyes closing as the cool water soothed your parched throat. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him for support.

He smiled, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, love.’’

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled, and you nearly collapsed. Minjae caught you easily, his grip steady and reassuring. “Easy there,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I guess I really wore you out, didn’t I?’’ He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. 

You blushed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Kind of, yeah,” you admitted, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He helped you back onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so cocky,” you teased, your eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted with a chuckle. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. “Just rest, okay? I’m right here.’’

You nodded, your eyes closing as you leaned against him. “I love you, Jae,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, babe,” he replied, his voice tender. He continued to hold you, his hand gently stroking your back as you drifted off to sleep.