#Kim Minjae

[leonsliga]

Fresh from the photo booth 😜

[dropitlikeapeong]

✨️xikers texts✨️

You wearing another member's hoodie (Hyung line)

CW: unhinged bfs(3/5), possessiveness, gaslighting, biting, a little cuteness(2/5), idk man just read.

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A/N: pls accept this as my apology for being so inactive on here. (Maknae line)

As always, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

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Minjae

Junmin

Sumin

Jinsik

Hyunwoo

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[gymleader]

xikers - WITCH MV If you think you see something, you're already in Tricky House....

[starskq]

STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x meandom!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.

[bro-atz]

bittersweet

in which: you and minjae had a messy break up, and he just wants to come over and get his stuff back.

pair: ex boyfriend!minjae/afab!reader

word count: 1.8k

content: smut, a lot of arguing, tension (both angry and sexual), a little rough and aggressive, oral sex, fingering, safe sex, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

watch out series: junmin, minjae

You scowled when you heard the doorbell ring. You knew exactly who it was because you weren't expecting anyone else, and you were livid that he had the audacity to show up in front of you again. Using all the force you had in your body, you swung the door open, your ex standing a couple feet away from the door with a similar scowl on his face and a box of belongings— your belongings— in his arms.

"Listen," he started first. "I just came to give you your stuff back and grab my stuff."

"Sorry, I threw it all out already, Minjae."

You actually didn't, but he didn't need to know that.

"What the hell?! Even my sweaters?!"

"No. Those I burned..."

Minjae's eyes hardened. The two of you dated for years, so he knew when you were lying. You shouldn't have even bothered starting shit with him.

"Really? You're just going to continue with the lies, Y/N? Typical," Minjae scoffed before forcing his way into your apartment.

"Why do you even want your shit back, Minjae? Didn't you say you wanted nothing to do with me anymore?"

"Shut up!" Minjae spat. "I want my shit back because it's mine."

Minjae started rifling through different parts of your apartment, grabbing various items he had left behind. You followed closely behind with your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed, making sure he didn't take anything that wasn't his.

"You afraid I'm going to rob you or something?" Minjae asked with slight malice as he eyed you staring him down.

"Well, I wouldn't put it past you since I don't trust you."

"You don't trust me?"

"Yeah, I don't trust you!" you raised your voice. "Because the second we broke up, you immediately slid into my friend's dms!"

 Minjae stood right in front of you, the two of you locking eyes. "I didn't "slide" into her dms," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"Oh sure, because inviting someone out for coffee is just a platonic thing," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, it's not just a romantic thing, either! It's just freaking coffee! How'd you even know about me messaging her?"

"She sent me the screenshots, dumbass! Did you think she wouldn't?!"

"Jesus Christ, I just—" Minjae cut himself off. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose while saying, "You know what? I don't want to get into it."

Minjae turned around, but you turned him right back by grabbing his arm. He snatched his arm away as you said, "No, let's get into it! Did you really break up with me because of me or because you wanted to be with her?"

"For the last time, I wasn't making a move on her!"

"Then why'd you do it?!"

Your face was right in front of his at that point. The two of you were angrily huffing and puffing, and finally, something snapped. Minjae grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, your teeth nearly clashing. You clutched the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you. He ended up walking you backwards so that you were pressed up against the wall.

The two of you were breathing heavily as you locked lips over and over again restlessly. His hands quickly worked on removing the loungewear you had on while you went straight for his waistband, your hand diving into his pants and underwear.

"Shit," Minjae hissed against your lips the second he felt your fingers rub along his length. "Your hands are fucking cold."

"Shut the fuck up," you breathed out. "My cold hands seem to be turning you on."

"Dammit, Y/N, do you really have to take everything negatively?" Minjae complained as he moved away from you slightly. "I never said I didn't like it."

"Just stop talking," you groaned both in frustration and pleasure because Minjae's hands gripped your breasts and kneaded them.

"Make me," he taunted you.

At first, you thought about kissing him to shut him up, but you knew that no matter what you did, he was going to run his mouth. You managed to slide down the wall and drop to your knees, your face near his crotch while your hands pulled at the waistband of his pants and underwear. As soon as you heard Minjae inhale— presumably to run his mouth— you took his cock into your mouth, pushing your head all the way down until you choked on it.

"Fuck," he breathed out euphorically. "Oh fuck..."

It only got worse for him when you kept gagging on his dick as you moved, and to be perfectly candid, he was so ready to cum, but he didn't want to cum— he didn't want to be the first to cum.

Holding the back of your head tightly, Minjae moved you off his cock and tugged your hair so that you would stand up again. He moved the hand on your head to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly into your neck.

"I think," he whispered into your ear as his hand brought you closer to his face. "We should take care of you first... Don't you think?"

Next thing you knew, Minjae had you pinned on your bed, his hands briskly stripping you down to nothing before slipping out of his shirt and pants. He pushed your legs up and planted them firmly behind your knees. He kissed you roughly and feverishly over and over again as rubbed his cock over your clit. You grabbed his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin as you tried to get him to stop teasing you and just fuck you already since you couldn't get the words out with his tongue in the way.

Your impatience didn't sit well with Minjae. Well, he loved it, but he didn't want to satisfy you just yet. Rather than his cock, Minjae rubbed two of his fingers along your folds before aggressively thrusting them into your cunt. Just to hear you cry and moan loudly, he stopped kissing you, a slight smirk on his face.

"Oh fuck," you cried loudly, your whole body shaking with the intensity of his fingering.

You screamed and flung your head back the second Minjae's fingers rubbed just right, making you cum all over the bed; but he was definitely not done just yet. Leaning over to your nightstand where he knew the condoms were, he grabbed one. He barely gave you time to recover as he rolled it on, but he immediately pushed his cock into you.

"You better hold on," he told you in a low voice. "I'm not going to go easy on you."

Minjae lowered himself and pushed his face close to your neck. He left a faint bite mark when he felt you hold the back of his neck, your nails scratching his skin. He gripped your waist, and he started actually fucking you. His ruts were slow at first, but they were filled with insane power that had you seeing stars with your eyes squeezed shut. You bit back a moan, but he fucked that moan right out of you when he suddenly sped up. His hips hammered against yours, his speed rapidly increasing but his power holding steady.

You screamed profanities as you felt the pleasure build up and rip through your body since Minjae was just not letting up. You creamed around his cock, your legs and arms shaking as you came. Tears slipped out of your eyes as Minjae still continued as if he was an insatiable beast. You were granted a slight moment of relief when he pulled out, but that relief was quickly taken away when he turned you over, pulled your hips up, and shoved his cock back inside you.

"Minjae— Fuck! Oh fuck!"

Truth be told, Minjae was so fucking close. He was close, but he didn't want to cum just yet because he really missed the way your cunt felt around his cock.

You were able to breathe properly when you felt his pace slow down slightly and his power slow down significantly. He moved his hands from your waist down to your ass. His hips rolled into yours, and you were finally able to hear the sound of his strained breathing now that the sound of his waist hitting yours wasn't reverberating in the room. And, since you had a better grip on reality now, you clenched your cunt, and you heard Minjae inhale sharply before letting out a tiny groan.

Minjae finally pulled out so he could removed the condom and fuck his fist. He was going to cum on your back, but you turned around and took him into your mouth quickly. The tips of his ears turned pink when you did so, but the look on his face hardened, and he smirked. He held the back of your head and ordered in a quiet voice, "Don't spit it out. Just swallow it."

You nodded, and Minjae finally came. He groaned loudly as his load filled up your mouth, his eyes fluttering as he turned his face upwards. When he returned his gaze to you, you did as he said and swallowed.

"Fuck..." he whispered while petting your head. "You... Fuck."

After a beat, the two of you separated. You got off the bed first and grabbed your pile of clothes before quickly wearing them. Minjae put his pants back on, and while he searched for his shirt, you stopped him.

"You, uh," you hesitated, worried that what you were about to ask would lead you two to another argument. "You never told me why..."

"Why what?" Minjae asked with a sigh.

"Why'd you text her...?"

With another sigh, Minjae finished getting his clothes back on. He ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair and said, "I just wanted her to check in on you after we broke up."

"Then... Why'd you ask her to go to a coffee shop?"

"So I could give her your stuff to give to you."

You chewed on your lower lip and nodded. Your mind reeled, and your heart kind of sank. You stood motionless as Minjae gathered the rest of his things, your heart sinking further and further. With his belongings still at your home, you kind of had hope that things would work out between you two, but that didn't seem to be the case anymore.

When Minjae finished getting his stuff, he started walking to the front door, but you stopped him.

"Minjae, wait," you said in a small voice. "I..."

Minjae turned around. There was a look on his face— not quite sad, but not annoyed either. He looked... Conflicted. He kept quiet as he waited for you to speak.

"Can we at least give us another try? Please?"

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Xikers Hyung Line reaction to being caught masturbating

Warnings — NSFW focused, MDNI.

Ex - A lil gift for ya’ll, idk if I’ll ever make one of these again as just making this one made me very tired 😭

Kim Minjae

Park Junmin

Choi Sumin

Ham Jinsik

Choi Hyunwoo

[lil-elle]

Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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sakura 🌸 k. minjae

it's like nature was responsible for meeting your loved one

stranger/boyfriend!minjae x fem!reader 0.6k listen to the song!!

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Sakura, or cherry blossoms, are well known for their image of fortune and beauty, the soft pink hue of the petals falling delicately from their stem, littering the ground in which people and animals walk on. The said creatures could even find it scattered in their hair or fur after a lovely stroll in the park, picking it off of their coats or even eating it if one desired. You could relate to cherry blossoms since they also represented the start of something new. Unlike your situation, though, these flowers were very ephemeral, lasting up to a limited time of two weeks. Your situation was (or so you hoped to be) eternal. You knew you’d live under these circumstances for the rest of your life with a smile on your face the entire time, you were sure of it.

You crouched down near these light pink flowers, your right leg bent in front of your face with your cheek resting against your knee cap. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips as you fiddle with your soon to be dirty white shoelaces, which seemed difficult to tie at the moment. You almost gave up on the idea and opted to simply tuck them into your shoe, when you hear a tree branch snap near your figure, your eyes averting from your feet to find the culprit of the sound. There stood a boy who looked about your age, a pair of black framed glasses sitting relaxed on the tip of his nose while also giving more definition to his facial structure. His boba eyes were round as they shake slightly, looking down to the pink littered floor as he silently bows apologetically for disturbing you, before giving a polite smile and continuing his walk.

You remained in your crouch position stunned, for you have never met a guy who looked so.. Pretty. He wore comfortable sweatpants and a plaid button up you swore was difficult to match with, yet he was able to sweep you off your feet, leaving you breathless in return. Your mind began to race as you thought back to the countless times you visited the park, each one of your flashbacks leaving you in a trance since you don’t ever recall the boy to be in this location. 

Picking yourself up and dusting off your legs, you chuckle at yourself, feeling so foolish to fall for an unknown stranger who could have very bad intentions for his peers around him. But somehow your heart was able to convince your mind to pipe down, letting your rapid heartbeat do the talking for just this once.

A laugh echoes out into the open when you feel a hand wrap around yours, twirling you around with a smile on your boyfriend’s face when you finally collide, his hands trailing down your body to gently hold onto your waist. He begins waltzing you around the empty park with adoration coating his eyes, spinning you around once more before pulling you closer to his body. Delicately, he lifts your jaw with his finger, letting his lips linger onto yours as his eyes flutter shut. After smiling into the kiss, you wrap your arms around your lover, only releasing when you feel something land on your head. It was a light pink petal, the same one that witnessed your first glance down to your first kiss, a wave of nostalgia washing over yourselves as you rethink your past. It’s like nature was watching your relationship with a smile on their faces, happy they made another couple under their precious leaves.

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sunmi - balloon in love 2024, dir. kim minjae

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민재 세은 유준  TRICKY HOUSE

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I LOVE YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ minjae x reader

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff

Warnings ◊ none (tell me if you see one!)

Word count ◊ 679 :')

Summary ◊ you and your boyfriend minjae were just hanging out and he blurts out the l word.

You and Minjae had been dating for a couple of months, and your relationship was nothing but perfect. You were a match made in heaven, full of playful banter and mutual respect. Minjae had a cocky and arrogant personality, but you loved keeping him in check. It was part of your dynamic, and you both enjoyed it.

One sunny afternoon, you and Minjae were hanging out in your apartment. The space was cozy and filled with memories you had created together. Minjae was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you were preparing some snacks in the kitchen.

"Hey, handsome," you called out from the kitchen, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Do you want some chips?’’

Minjae smirked, not looking up from his phone. "I'll take whatever you have to offer, babe.’’

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. You loved his arrogance because that charming grin of his always followed it. You brought the snacks over and plopped beside him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Here you go," you said, offering him a bowl of chips.

Minjae took the bowl, glancing at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. "What would I do without you, beautiful?’’

You laughed, giving him a gentle nudge. "Probably starve or end up in some food-related disaster.’’

You settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. After a few minutes, Minjae shifted his position to face you, his expression softening.

"Hey, I was thinking," he started, his tone unusually serious.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, this should be good. What profound thought has graced your mind today?’’

Minjae chuckled, shaking his head. "No, really. I just wanted to say that I appreciate you. You're always looking out for me, even when I'm being a pain.’’

Your heart fluttered at his words. You loved these rare moments when he dropped his cocky facade and let his genuine feelings show. "Well, someone has to keep you in line, right?’’

"Yeah," he said, chuckling. He seemed nervous, a rare sight you weren’t used to see in your boyfriend. He was fidgeting with his fingers and avoided looking at you. "And that's why I love you.’’

The words slipped out so casually that Minjae didn't even seem to notice the weight of what he'd just said. But you did. Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you just—" you started, your voice a mix of shock and amusement.

Minjae froze, realizing what he had just said. His usual confidence faltered, and a blush crept up his cheeks. "Uh, I mean... yeah, I guess I did.’’

You couldn't help but tease him a little. "Well, well, well. Kim Minjae finally admits he has a heart. Who would've thought?’’

Minjae rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably shy. "Okay, okay. You got me. I love you, alright? There, I said it.’’

Your expression softened, and you leaned in closer. "I love you too, Minjae.’’

Relief washed over his face, and his cocky grin returned. You knew it was a facade when you saw him scoff, but his cheeks still a deep shade of red. "Of course you do. Who wouldn't love me?’’

You laughed, smacking his arm playfully. "Don't push your luck, handsome.’’

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, and your bond was even stronger than before. The casual confession of love had brought you closer, and your playful banter continued, now laced with an even deeper affection.

As the evening drew to a close, you found yourselves cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie. Minjae had his arm around you, and you rested her head on his chest, feeling content and loved.

"Hey, babe," Minjae whispered, his voice soft and tender.

"Hmm?" You replied, looking up at him.

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "I really do love you, you know.’’

Your heart swelled with happiness, and she snuggled closer. "I know, love. I love you too.’’

And at that moment, everything felt perfect.

[bro-atz]

that sumin fic was crazy af i’m obsessed w your writing… could we possibly get a university au w music composition major minjae x f!reader?? and w some smut in there too pls thinking a lot abt rapper minjae being good w his tongue akdjjsjsjsj

the theory of music

in which: there's a rumor about minjae that you want to find out more about.

pair: uni student!minjae/uni student!afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: college!au, smut, heavy sexual tension, oral sex, completely consensual!

author's note: you wanna know what's crazy anon? i know someone like this irl HAHAH nd he's truly one of my favorite people (if i ignore the fact that he had a threesome in my living room once but that a story for a diff day) but yes this is something i can def do and just did for you (^з^)-♡♥︎♡ seriously tho im glad you requested this bc i wanted to make a lil series for xikers so this was perf

tag list: @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo, jinsik

You weren’t one for parties, especially rooftop parties. You only went to this specific rooftop party because it was your friend’s roommate’s birthday, and she promised you that it was going to be lowkey and fun when it was anything but. Yet, you had a good time— when the company is good, why wouldn’t everything else be good? Some kids were still yakking off the roof while others were getting completely stoned or crossed, but the ones that were still somewhat coherent were cool. There was one person in particular that you were drawn to the most, not because you were attracted to him (although he was very attractive, you’ll give him that), but because the air around him was so calming and he seemed to vibe with literally everyone.

“Him? That’s Minjae,” Junmin, one of the boys you were talking to at the party, told you when you asked. “How do you not know Minjae?”

“I mean… It’s my first time seeing him—”

“Still, he’s infamous at these parties.”

“This is my first time at one of these rooftop parties. Cut me some slack, Junmin.”

“Well, I’d just warn you and say don’t get too close,” Junmin brought his voice down and said ominously.

“Why do you say that?” you matched his decibel, clearly not taking him seriously.

“He’s… A character. Kind of loose. I mean, you see how many girls go swarming to him. It happens all the time, and it happens for a reason”

“Dude, I’m not looking to fuck him. I just want to befriend the guy, is all.”

“That’s what they all say,” Junmin sighed loudly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Heard loud and clear.”

You wanted to defy Junmin, but he was just so sinister with informing you about Minjae that you dropped the idea of befriending the guy in general. You spent the rest of the party interacting with other people, completely unaware that Minjae’s gaze kept flickering to you every so often.

You saw Minjae again at Junmin’s rooftop party, but you paid no mind to him. This time, you steered clear of him because he was surrounded by a bunch of girls— girls that definitely were not at the party you were at the other night. You knew after what Junmin said that Minjae was a popular guy, but it didn’t fully register in your head until that moment. Maybe it was his soft, brown hair that spilled over his face and gave his eyes a mysterious charm that made the girls fall for him, or maybe it was his irresistible smile and laugh. Whatever it was, there was just something about him that drew girls to him like a moth to a flame.

You kept to yourself for the most part during Junmin’s party. Junmin was running around the rooftop trying to make sure his friends didn’t fall over the balcony or throw up anywhere that wasn’t a toilet— honestly, seeing him scramble all over the place did not make you jealous in the slightest. If anything, it was entertaining to see him break a sweat and make sure the party didn’t completely fall apart.

While you were observing Junmin, you didn’t realize that Minjae actually approached you and stood right next to you with every intention to flirt with the one girl at the party that wasn’t all over him.

“Hey,” you heard him speak into your ear, startling you completely.

“What the— Oh?” you were fully prepared to fight whoever it was that scared you, but when you saw Minjae’s beautiful face super close to yours, you short-circuited. “H-hello…”

He held his hand out for you to shake.

“Minjae.”

You nearly said “I know” in response, but you choked back that first instinct. You shook his hand.

“Y/N.”

There was a beat of silence. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say to him because Junmin truly scared the shit out of you, so the only questions on your mind was just to inquire about his reputation.

“You know, I saw you at the last party and wondered who you were because I’ve never seen you at any of these parties,” Minjae said, trying to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m not really a party person,” you admitted.

“But you’re here at this one?”

“Because Junmin invited me.”

“What about the last one?”

“My friend invited me since it was her roommate’s birthday.”

“Oh, okay that makes sense.”

Minjae nodded and smiled at you, making you feel slightly guilty that your impression of him was so tarnished thanks to your own assumptions. He ended up getting more words out of you and got you comfortable enough to have very candid conversations about everything. He had a very complex view on the world that you resonated with, and it made you want to know more about him. There was definitely a deeper side of him that he was hiding, and you wanted to find it.

You were so engrossed in your conversation with him that you didn’t realize how much time had passed and that most of the party had cleared out until Junmin approached you and Minjae, his hair and clothes completely disheveled.

“I appreciate you both so much, but I’m going to have to ask you both to go the fuck home,” Junmin said with a heavy sigh.

You checked your phone and saw many, many missed calls from your roommate, and you also saw that it was four in the morning.

“Damn, it’s already this late? Sorry, Junmin,” you apologized.

“We’ll leave now,” Minjae added.

We? You looked at Minjae with slight confusion.

“Thanks. Get home safe— And, Y/N, text me when you get home,” Junmin instructed.

“Ow, you don’t want to know if I got home?” Minjae asked feigning hurt.

“You’ll be fine,” Junmin rolled his eyes and pushed Minjae away. “Get out.”

You and Minjae left Junmin’s apartment building, and before you could bid adieu and head home, Minjae asked, “What direction are you headed in?”

“There,” you pointed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Minjae stated.

You eyed Minjae suspiciously, wondering if he had any other intentions by walking you home. Deciphering your look, he held his hands up and said, “No, I just want to make sure you get home safe, too. It’s four in the morning, and you are a woman after all.”

You were still not convinced of his intentions. It was only when he held out his pinky and looked at you with the most sincerest of eyes did you cave and let him walk you home.

During your walk, you both continued to have a deep discussion about the world to the point where you didn’t even realize that you had already gotten back to your dorm. Before you went inside, Minjae stopped you.

“Wait, I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“If I invited you to one of my parties, would you come?”

You briefly pondered the thought before nodding. He grinned at you then held out his phone. “I’ll text you the next time I throw one,” he said.

You gave him your number, and with that, you both parted ways.

You seriously wondered why Junmin told you to avoid Minjae in the first place. He didn’t seem so bad.

You and Minjae became friends since the night you exchanged numbers. Not once did you feel like Minjae was trying to get into your pants or anything—especially because he mostly texted you— making you doubt Junmin’s explanation of the guy more and more. When you asked Junmin, he refused to elaborate on it further, so you had to settle for a shrug and acceptance that Junmin was probably just really wrong about Minjae.

you:

what’re you doing rn?”

You ended up texting Minjae right in the middle of class one fine day. You shouldn’t have been on your phone, but the class was such a drag that you desperately needed the distraction.

minjae:

studio why

you:

ah okay nah i was just bored is all

minjae:

you can come to the studio if you want

you:

yeah? you sure?

And immediately, Minjae sent you an address along with a room number— it was one of the buildings on campus, but you had no idea which one it was until you got there. It was the music building on campus, also known as a building you’ve never entered on campus and never thought you would enter because you were not in the music composition major. You were nervous as hell the entire time you were making your way to the studio that Minjae was in until you saw him down the hall, half his body out the door as he looked and waited for you.

You had never seen any sort of music studio before, and were honestly quite surprised to see that your school had such a professional one— well, multiple professional ones since the entire hall you walked down was filled with studios— readily available on campus. It was completely soundproof inside, and it was also dark as hell in there. There were no windows or anything. Just a room, a chair, a computer, a monitor, a bunch of keyboards, and an audio mixer.

“I thought this was a recording studio?” you questioned.

“This is the mixing studio. So if we don’t have to record vocals or instruments and just need digital, we can use this room,” Minjae explained.

“Oh…”

“Want to listen?”

“Sure.”

Minjae let you have a seat in the singular chair in the room and gave you the headphones. As soon as you were comfortable, he played the song for you. It was upbeat, but also melancholic in a way. You found yourself nodding along to the beat of the song the more you listened, and when the song ended, you were amazed but also confused because that was super short.

“This is really good,” you told the boy as you handed the headphones back.

“Yeah, but it’s still not done. I only played you the intro into the first chorus since that’s all I got right now,” he said with a tiny sigh.

“Still, what you have so far is so good. I can’t wait to hear the whole song now.”

With a small smile, Minjae reclaimed his seat, leaving you standing. You looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but the only place to sit was the singular chair in the room that Minjae was using.

“I’ll head out then, leave you to it,” you told the boy as you reached for the door handle.

“Honestly, you can stay if you’d like,” Minjae said without tearing his eyes away from the screen.

“Won’t it be weird if I’m just sitting on the ground in the corner?”

“What? You can sit in the chair with me.”

You eyed the chair, then looked at Minjae skeptically. “You really think that we’ll both fit in the chair?”

“Yeah, the arms come up. See,” Minjae said as he proceeded to demonstrate— and they did.

You somehow found yourself sitting on one edge of the chair while Minjae sat on the other. You though he would be uncomfortable working like that, but he seemed perfectly fine and completely focused on his work. You tried to keep your eyes on the screen, but for some reason, your eyes kept straying towards the boy.

Minjae was very attractive usually, but he was absolutely breathtaking from the side. His chin was tilted upwards since the monitor was on an elevated desk, so you got the best view of his jawline. He unconsciously licked his lower lip as he clicked on the screen, and he bit his lower lip while he focus, the mere acts send flashes of heat through your body.

He usually looked like a very soft, very cuddly boy, but this version of Minjae you got to see was incredibly sexy— unbelievably and unbearably sexy. He was so immersed in his work that he just oozed charisma, and the way his arms would subtly flex when he moved the mouse around or clicked or typed made you pay more attention to the way he was built— so much attention that you started wondering what he looked like underneath since his arms were pretty muscular.

It was only when he turned his head to look at you did you suddenly snap out of your daydream. You looked right at the monitor thinking you barely avoided Minjae noticing you staring, but he noticed well before he even turned to look at you. In fact, he felt you staring him down, and despite the fact that he was playing the song, he heard you gulp the building pool of saliva in your mouth. Plus, it did not help your case that your face and ears were reddening slowly.

“Y/N,” Minjae said, nearly startling you out of your skin.

“Y-yeah?”

“You good?”

“Y-yeah…”

“You sure?”

You were going to respond with another yeah, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat when you felt his hand on your thigh, his hand rubbing inwards ever so slowly. Butterflies rampaged through your entire body when you felt his burning touch, the impure thoughts in your head getting dirtier by the second.

“You know, if you wanted, you could just ask.”

“What’re you talking about?” you deflected while trying to reclaim your thigh from him; but, you were unsuccessful, and he ended up moving his hand along your thigh, closer to your crotch. “Okay! Okay, I know, what you mean!”

“I can help you relieve that tension right now if you’d like.”

“Right now? In here?”

Minjae nodded.

“Are you insane?! In here?! What the fuck?!”

“Got a problem with that?”

“A bunch!” your voice nearly shrilled. “Aren’t there cameras? What if someone walks in? And—”

“No one will come in here since you need to have the key card to get in, and there are no cameras in here.”

“Still, but…”

You tried to find more reasons to object to having sex in the studio, but when his hand reached for your face and his fingers held your chin, your mind melted. He brought your face closer to his, and your eyes fluttered close when he brought his lips towards yours, but he stopped, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

“Is it because you don’t want to do this with me, or because you’re just nervous about the location?”

“…The latter.”

“If that’s the case, then don’t worry about it.”

“How a can I not worry about it when that’s all I’ll be thinking about?”

“Then I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to think.”

Without a second to lose, Minjae’s lips were on yours. You didn’t think he was going to be so intense with you right off the bat, but when his tongue pushed into your mouth, you were completely taken aback. You leaned into him and held onto his shoulders when you felt his hands move down to your waist. His fingers slipped under your shirt and tiptoed their way up, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his hands went over your breasts and started massaging over your bra painfully well, your grip on him tightened, and you pushed yourself further into his chest, a slight moan leaving your lips. You for sure thought Minjae was going to laugh at your reaction to his touch, but he was so intently focused on you that he was just eating up every single noise that escaped your soul.

You whimpered and whined slightly when his lips left yours, a thin string of saliva barely connecting his tongue to yours before being broken the second he brought his lips to your neck and started sucking lightly on your skin. His hands held the bottom of your shirt and pulled it upwards, your bra getting pushed up shortly thereafter. You flung your head back and let out a gasp mixed with a sigh when he started sucking on your nipple, his teeth nibbling slightly as he did so. He pinched and twisted your other nipple, sending shocks down your spine.

Next thing you knew, you were fully naked and sitting all by yourself on the swivel chair, the arm rests down for you to grip. Minjae lifted one of your legs and set it over his shoulder as he pushed the other to the side to fully reveal your soaking wet cunt, your slick glistening with the lights of the monitor. You felt Minjae exhale lightly, making your toes curl with excitement and lust. You face was burning up when you looked down to see Minjae looking up at you with shining eyes and a little smirk on his face. He didn’t have to utter a word for you to know that he was thoroughly entertained by your reaction to his being.

It was when he licked a stripe down your cunt did you fully lose your mind. Yellow and white sparks filled your vision as Minjae took his time with you. His tongue swirled around your clit, and he slipped a delicate finger through your folds. He curled the finger inside you and left it there the more he slurped you up and let his tongue wildly flick against your raw bud. You gripped onto the arm rests for dear life and bit your lower lip painfully hard when you felt the finger slip out and his tongue replace its position.

“Darling, you can be as loud as you want. No one’s gonna hear a fucking thing,” Minjae said softly as looked up at you with devious eyes and a slight smirk, your arousal fluid completely coating his mouth.

You weren’t planning on taking him up on that until he sucked on your clit, the feeling of the suction absolutely driving you up the wall. A sweet, loud moan sounded in the studio, more gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth when you felt him slip two of his fingers inside you, fingering you slowly but with immense intention. Your hands left the arm rests and moved to his hair, his hair bunching up in your fists as you pushed him closer to your pussy.

“Ah! Mmm— Min-Minjae,” you cried as you tugged at his hair, prompting him to look at you. “More…”

Wordlessly, Minjae delivered. He kept curling his fingers inside you every time he pulled his fingers out, and he fingered you way faster as he slurped obnoxiously, your arousal filling his mouth completely. It was when he left your clit with a sickly sweet kiss did you cum, white filling your vision as you flung your head back and moaned loudly. You squirted right into his mouth, the boy downing everything like it was his last meal. You felt your face get hotter the more lewd noises he made with just his tongue and your pussy.

You thought he would be done, but he was far from over. He barely gave you a second to rest before diving in again, his fingers ruthlessly fingering you and rubbing along your g-spot repetitively, overstimulating you to the max. You were still riding your high when he pushed further, and it felt like you were seeing heaven and hell at the same time when you came for the second time, white filling your vision as you felt your body nearly burst into flames.

“W-wait, Minjae,” you said while breathing heavily, your hands desperately pushing his head away from your cunt. “I just—”

You cut yourself off when you saw his face, your arousal dribbling down his lips and dripping from his chin, his face pink and rosy. You were completely shocked— not once had you cum like that for any boy you had hooked up with in the past, and you definitely did not expect yourself to cum that hard ever in your entire lifetime. So, when you saw that the collar of Minjae’s shirt was also drenched, you wanted the Earth to swallow you whole.

“I guess I have to,” Minjae said as he stood up. He used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, giving you the slightest peak at his toned torso. “I’ve got to check out of the studio soon, so we’ll continue this back at my place if that’s alright with you.”

You finally understood what Junmin was hinting at. Minjae was going to be the best sex you ever had, and there was no going back from there.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

[sminiac]

xikers hyung line… car sex? 🤔

BESTFRIEND YOU CANT DO THIS I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH BESTFRIEND.

Minjae would be a little too shameless about doing it in the front of the car, especially if you’ve been persistent with the teasing whilst being on the road: your hand inching further up his thigh while pretending to be interested in the blur of trees that whip past, the pull of your lips lingering a little longer against his at every red light that you’re caught at. Overtime the small things get him so worked up, so irritated that he’s pulling off the road at the next rest stop.

He’s a man of visuals- I mean look at him, tell me he wouldn’t be eager to get his hands on your clothes, stretching, sometimes even ripping up the fabric just so he can get a good look at the way you sink down onto him if it calls for it. Even though he demands you try to be as discrete as you can be he’ll thrust up into you at random, especially when people are around just to see if you can play it off coolly, or if you don’t hide the dead give away of lidded eyes and a parted, drooling mouth.

He’s got his seat reclined and pushed further back from the steering wheel to give you a sufficient amount of space to take place in his lap, his hand resting at the side of your neck to bring you closer into him, whispering as if there were anyone close enough in the vicinity to hear: “If somehow someone starts looking for a little too long just act like we’re talking, you can do that, right? Pretend like you aren’t sitting on my cock?”

Remainder of members under the cut!

Junmin continually fails at showing any sign of restraint when it comes to you, he’s a hopeless man who gets turned on by the smallest acts, it doesn’t even matter if they’re purposeful or not, and the teasing about how shameful it is only makes him harder. Makes himself seem more pouty, docile just so he can persuade you into touching him even when the two of you are in the middle of driving, and he’s always so ecstatic when you give in with a sigh, telling him to: “hurry then, get back there before I change my mind.”

Needs you in the backseat, privacy isn’t a concern, you know this by the volumes he manages to reach just by your hand alone, but what he really needs is the closeness of you, and he can’t get that when you’re just simply leaned over the centre console to play with him.

“Sorry- mommy, ‘m sorry!” He blathers, bracing himself against the door and leather seat that sticks hot to his skin, watching, hypnotized by the fast run of your hand slipping up and down his cock as he grips at anything near him for dear life. Explaining to him that you’re only trying to help in simple enough words that his brain will understand through the overwhelmingly present sting of overstimulation that runs all the way down to his feet. A hoarse whine exiting his lips as he forces himself to nod through heavy tears and a strained throat, he understands, he promises he does.

When Sumin is in the mood for car sex, there’s absolutely no denying him. He’s not the type that just so happens to be horny when in the vehicle, most of the time it’s a well thought out idea that he constructs all the way down to the time his picked location is the least busy with people. He likes the idea of potentially getting caught, and not knowing that the two of you will be caught, so he approaches the frequently used plan diligently so the two of you will get the best out of the experience.

He also likes knowing when the peak of occupancy comes and goes because of how he fucks, don’t get me wrong- he knows how to take things gentle, and paced, but the adrenaline running thick in his body gets him going, he especially likes making the car rock- like, literally. The space is minimal, and the windows are closed for added security so it gets hot fast, and he hates having a layer of clothes separating himself from you, hates not seeing you, feeling you.

“God- fuck, feels s’good when you’re bent over like this for me baby.” His cock settles into you at an angle you aren’t fully accustomed to yet, the position a little foreign, but enjoyable nonetheless, especially for him. “So wet, y’can hear yourself right? Hear how wet your pussy is.” His hips draw him out and then back in with a sharper, more defined thrust that highlights the sound of your arousal on skin meeting skin, he smoothes a hand over your lower back, taking in the sight. “So pretty, my pretty baby, you gonna let me make you cum like this?”

When Jin’s driving he’s doing his absolute best on paying attention to his surroundings, because you’re in the car, he wants to keep you safe, and maybe because he also wants to impress you, so sure, maybe he’ll sometimes purposely flex his biceps and chew pressure into his jaw when he knows you’re looking, but he never does it with the intent to be slutted out in the front seat of his car because you can’t keep your thoughts or hands to yourself.

He’s completely at your mercy, takes everything you give him with appreciation, muttering dumb slobbery thanks as you fuck him through his nth orgasm with the aid of the handle overhead of the door, hand splayed over the dash to keep you steady. Has a horrible memory when it comes to wiping down his car of all the marks and smudges you leave in the glass when you’re finished with him, but maybe it’s on purpose, sometimes.

You can’t help that a tingle starts to curl its way between your thighs when he looks so pretty driving, his side profile was seriously not for the weak, and you just so happened to be feeling significantly frail compared to the resistance you’d have in normality when Jin’s behind the steering wheel. He doesn’t even know it, doesn’t even care that you’re unable to physically sit still from the arousal you can feeling pooling hot and wet into your panties. He’s so sweet, doesn’t bat an eye when you’re telling him to pull over somewhere secluded enough, just to unzip his jeans and pull out his dick so your mouth can be busied by sucking while his fingers find their way behind your back and to your cunt. His thighs twitching uncontrollably once you’ve got him close, tries his best to bite back the moans from slipping, “Fuck-! Fuck, honey, g’na cum- wanna’ cum pleaseplease!”

Hyunwoo thinks he’s soooo slick, thinks he’s so smart convincing you to come and help him bring in the food he offered to pick up for the party, and you could already tell as soon as he walked in with a little stiffness to his usual sway in his walk, a catlike grin on his face coupled with overly affectionate touches that he was horny, that’s why he’s shocked stupid when you retaliate by taking the lead, pinning his wrists above his head as you ride him. He doesn’t fight it, not a bit, he lets himself indulge in the sight, the feeling. He doesn’t know what it is about the both of you still being full clothed while fucking, but it’s making him feel extremely hot.

Pulls up the lip of your skirt to see the way you repeatedly swallow down over his cock every few minutes, only quick glimpses though in case someone were to come peaking into the window, asking if the two of you were in there, where the food is he promised to bring.

“You’ll keep your mouth shut- right? Not a noise, ‘n I’ll let you cum.” He manages a singular nod, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you work him into his orgasm, is it early? Absolutely, but he’s not willing to turn it away for the sake of lasting. “S’good babe- fuckin’ me like this, god this is filthy, but you’re so wet, pussy drooling all over me.” He’s working with half of a mind, completely knocked dumb into bliss that his hips are slack under you, letting any words that come to mind loose, even things we wouldn’t normally say if the two of you were in bed, that’s just how good it feels.