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| JUST THE TIP |
when your boyfriend jay wants to do more than “just the tip.” - lowercase intended - reblog 4 head
you weren’t sure how things escalated so quickly.
one minute you were sitting on jay’s bed, laughing about an old music video he used to hate, and the next—he was hovering above you, his lips brushing against yours like he was testing the waters.
it wasn’t your first kiss with him. but it felt different. his hands were warmer tonight. his gaze heavier. hungrier.
“are you nervous?” he asked, voice low against your neck.
you hesitated. “i just… i’ve never done anything like this before.”
his lips pressed into a soft, slow smile. “i know.” he leaned in, eyes locked on yours. “we don’t have to go all the way. i just want to feel you… just the tip. that’s all, i promise.”
your breath caught in your throat. you should’ve stopped him. you knew the stories—how just the tip never really meant just the tip. but his voice was gentle. his hands were tender. and you trusted him.
you nodded.
jay kissed you like he was savoring something forbidden. every movement was slow, deliberate. he whispered your name like a prayer, like he was holding back everything he really wanted.
and for a moment, it was just the tip.
but it wasn’t long before his breathing changed. he gripped the sheets tighter, and a rough sound escaped his throat.
“i… i need more,” he said, voice strained, eyes almost pleading. “can i—?”
you froze, heart pounding. he was already pushing deeper before you could speak.
“jay—”
“i’m sorry,” he murmured, but he didn’t stop. “you feel too good. i can’t stop now.”
but instead of waiting for a response, he pounded into you. harshly.
his lips found yours again, desperate. as if he was trying to suck you in.
his length pressed into your cervix, like he was trying to brand you.
you gasped, your nails digging into his back as your body struggled to keep up with his pace, the stretch, the burn, the way his body owned yours with every brutal thrust.
“say my name,” he growled, forehead pressed against yours.
you whimpered, too overwhelmed to speak, too full to think.
“say it, cmon.” he repeated, hips snapping into you again, deeper, harder—like he needed to hear it to survive.
“jay—” you choked out, your voice breaking.
his eyes darkened at the sound. he kissed you again, messier this time, tongues tangled, his breath hot and shaky.
“that’s it,” he muttered, “that’s my good girl. letting me take you… ruin you.”
he grabbed your thigh, throwing it over his shoulder, changing the angle—
and your back arched immediately, a broken moan escaping your lips as he hit a spot so deep you felt it in your spine.
“you’re mine now,” he said against your skin, teeth grazing your neck.
“no one else gets to have you like this. not after tonight.” he groans.
“nobody can fuck you this good.”
he slowed, just for a moment, grinding into you with deep, punishing rolls that made your legs tremble.
you could feel yourself unraveling, heart pounding in your ears, the line between pain and pleasure blurring completely.
you shiver, eyes blown wide with pleasure and lips parted in a perpetual gasp, but jay digs into you a final, harsh time.
cumming into you so, in his words, “no one can have you.”
| WRONG CHOICE |
lowercase intended, wc : like 127127
— reblog 4 head
you thought it’d be funny. a joke. something to laugh at and reminisce on.
a random pinterest photo. some guy’s arm around yours. a gross looking drink you’d never order. amber brown table.
and a text, maybe three hours after telling jaehyun you were just going out with the girls. a photo, with the caption:
“don’t wait up <3333”
he doesn’t respond. doesn’t even call. just reacts. a scary, nerve-wrecking, thumbs up emoji.
but he’s waiting for when you get home.
the second you step inside, you barely get your shoes off before he’s got you pinned to the wall—his thigh between yours, his hand around your throat, grip possessive and hot with restraint. his knee pressing against your heat.
his voice is quiet. dangerous. a warning.
“who were you with.”
it sounds more like a threat than a question.
but despite it all, you giggle. you fucking giggle.
the worst move. terrible choice.
he doesn’t say another word—just pulls you to the couch, bends you over the armrest like it’s something he needs to do. doesn’t bother taking your clothes off, just pulls your panties aside like they were in his way. like they’re a problem, or like you are his to take.
when he finally slides in—slow and deep, excruciating, just to make you feel every inch—you try to move, to rock your hips back into him. the pleasure is unbearable.
but, he tightens his grip on your waist. it makes you nervous.
“no. you don’t get to move.”
and you don’t. how could you?
not until he’s done reminding you who you belong to.
“wanna act like a whore?” he breathes against your ear, voice rough, close. “then take it like one. you can and you will.”
and you do. you take everything—his hips snapping into yours with punishing rhythm, the filthy words he spits against your skin, the sharp slap of his hand when your moans get too loud. he doesn’t kiss you. doesn’t give you relief. not until your throat is raw from gasping, your nails dragging down the couch, and your voice breaks on, “i’m sorry—i was just joking—jaehyun, it was a joke—”
he laughs. cruel. low. like he’s been waiting to hear you fall apart.
“you think i didn’t know?” he laughs, “that photo was so unconvincing.”
his hand tightens in your hair, dragging your head back.
“you wanted attention, didn’t you? well, you’ve got all of mine now. take it.”
and then he really fucks you. like he wants to leave a mark so deep you’ll feel it for days. like he’s trying to bury himself somewhere no one else will ever reach. his hand stays tangled in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“bet he wouldn’t touch you like this. wouldn’t know what to do with a mouthy little brat like you.”
you’re trying to pull away, fingers tearing at the seams in the couch, body trembling beneath him.
“nah,” he mutters, dragging you back in place, grip on your hips bruising. “don’t run. not now.”
and he gives it to you—slow and cruel, like punishment. and all you can do is take it, just like he said you would.
| 𝒮TOP CALLIN |
when mingis desperate ex won’t stop calling him, you take it into your own hands. lowercase intended wc : 1 5 9 6
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"oh my god.. mingi why does your phone keep ringing? can you atleast answer!?” you whine, throwing your head back on the couch. the constant vibration of his phone against the hard coffee table is driving you crazy.
"no way.. it's my ex.” he groans, looking down at the phone and declining the call. “you're in my house anyways, you sure you wanna keep up the attitude?"
you glare at him, but your voice softens, "sorry."
he lets out a low chuckle, the sound rough and teasing. "mm. thought so.” he moves closer, arms stretched out behind the couch as he leans in, his voice brushing the shell of your ear. "you get a little bratty when you're not the center of attention, huh?”
your breath catches, his tone sending a warm shiver down your spine. “i wouldn't have to be bratty if you weren't ignoring me.”
"oh, i've noticed you,” he murmurs, his hand brushing your thigh, fingers spreading possessively. “but that mouth of yours... you really wanna keep pushing me right now?”
"mingi...” you breathe, but it comes out more like a challenge than a warning. you meet his gaze, your eyes narrowed. "what if i do?”
he smirks, slow and dark, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “then don't start something you can't finish.”
your heart pounds as his fingers trace higher, teasing under the hem of your shorts. “who says i won't finish it?”
that's all it takes.
he's on you in seconds-one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tilting your chin up so your lips crash into his. the kiss is rough, needy, months of tension unraveling all at once. you feel his frustration, his need to forget everything else but you, right here, right now.
the phone buzzes again-he doesn't even move.
but this time, you do.
you break the kiss just enough to glance at the screen lighting up again. same name. same persistence. and something petty sparks inside you. without thinking, you reach for the phone, swipe to answer, and set it face-down on the table-on speaker.
"what are you—” mingi starts, but you shut him up with another kiss, deeper this time, your hand sliding under his shirt.
“shhh,” you whisper, breathless, lips brushing his jaw. “let her hear how over it you are."
for a second, he just stares at you-then his expression shifts. darker. hungrier.
he groans low in his throat and pulls you into his lap, hands gripping your hips like he owns you. the sounds that fill the room after that are anything but innocent-breathless gasps, lips meeting skin, soft whines that only get louder when his hand dips lower, more confident now, more reckless.
you hear the faint, shocked voice from the phone-“mingi?!”—but neither of you answer.
you don't have to.
the answer’s already in the way your body moves against his, in the way he growls your name like it’s the only thing that matters. the phone stays there, speaker still on, until the line goes silent.
and then the call ends.
but does that make you stop? hell no.
“take off your pants for me.” he demands,
you obey without thinking, fingers fumbling at the waistband as he watches — eyes burning like he’s starving, like he’s waited too long for this.
“i’m gonna make you ride me until your brain is wired to me. til you come back for more everytime you want me.”
you nod, breath shaky, mind already unraveling just from the way he looks at you — like you’re his favorite sin. he pulls you close, lips grazing your jaw, voice rough with want.
“every time you miss me, your body’s gonna ache for this. for me.”
his hands slide down, gripping your hips tight, guiding you into his lap like you belong there — like you always have.
“go on. show me how bad you need it.”
your fingers dig into his shoulders as you sink down, and he exhales hard, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before locking back on you, pupils blown wide with hunger.
“that’s it. good. now move,” he growls, low and possessive. “ride me like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
“oh fuck— you feel so good,” you whimper, throwing your head back as your nails dig into mingi’s shoulders. every movement sends a shockwave through your body, your breath hitching as his pace drives you closer to the edge. “don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” you gasp, your voice trembling, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coils tight in your core.
mingi growls low against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he murmurs, “you’re driving me crazy… you feel so perfect.” his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, as if the space between you was already too much to bear. the sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, mixing with your soft moans and his ragged breathing.
your body arches into him instinctively, chasing every sensation, every delicious thrust that has your mind going hazy. “mingi—” his name spills from your lips like a prayer, broken and desperate, and he meets it with a deep, breathless moan, like he’s losing himself in you just as fast.
“look at me,” he pants, slowing just enough to make you ache for more. his fingers tilt your chin, eyes locking with yours, dark and full of heat. “i want to see how good i make you feel.”
“im gonna fucking cu-cum.!” you moan loudly, as you grip down on him insanely hard.
your pace slows and so does his. sitting there together.
you stay like that for a while—limbs tangled, bodies slick and warm, hearts pounding in sync. the room is filled with the heavy scent of sex, sweat clinging to your skin, mingled with the soft hum of your breath against mingi’s chest..
you’re still catching your breath, skin buzzing, body warm and trembling from the last round—but mingi doesn’t move far. his weight rests on you for a moment longer, his lips ghosting over your collarbone, before he pulls back just enough to look at you.
his eyes trail over your face, your body, already flushed and wrecked—but that familiar spark is still burning behind his gaze.
“you okay?” he asks softly, fingers brushing damp strands of hair from your cheek.
you nod, biting your lip as you wrap your legs around his waist again. “more than okay.”
his lips twitch into a smirk. “good.”
you feel him hardening against you again, slow and thick, and your breath hitches. “already?” you tease, voice breathless.
“baby,” he murmurs, grinding against your sensitive heat, “you’re lying under me, moaning my name like that… i’ll be hard for you all night.”
your body reacts before your mind can catch up—hips lifting, need reigniting with a sharp, delicious ache. he slides down, his mouth trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands holding your thighs apart with firm control.
“let me taste you this time,” he says, voice low and hungry. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
you try to answer, but the moment his mouth touches you, your thoughts dissolve. his tongue is slow at first—teasing, circling, learning what makes your breath hitch and your hips twitch. but soon enough, he’s devouring you, sucking your clit with just enough pressure to have you crying out, hands fisting the sheets.
“fuck, mingi—please,” you gasp, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but he just growls and tightens his grip.
“you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, voice vibrating against you. “you’re gonna come for me again. right here.”
you do. fast. harder than you expect. your back arches as you scream his name, thighs trembling around his head as he holds you there, licking you through every wave of it until you’re completely undone.
but mingi isn’t finished.
he climbs back up your body, kissing you with your taste still on his tongue, and lines himself up again. “you can take it,” he whispers, nudging at your entrance, slick and still sensitive. “you want it just as bad.”
you nod desperately, clinging to him. “please.”
he slides in slow—agonizingly slow—making sure you feel every inch, stretching you all over again. it’s overwhelming, overstimulating, but so fucking good. your nails drag down his back as he sets a deep, deliberate rhythm, hitting every spot just right.
this round is different—filthy and intense, but laced with something deeper. mingi keeps his eyes on you the whole time, watching every reaction, chasing every sound you make.
“you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, one hand grabbing your throat—not tight, just firm enough to make your breath catch. “look at you… taking it all, letting me fuck you like this.”
you whimper beneath him, hips meeting his with each thrust, your body already building again.
“mingi—i’m gonna—”
“come for me, baby. give it to me.”
and you do.
again.
and again.
until your body is boneless and trembling beneath him, tears in your eyes from how good it feels, how full you are, how much he gives.
he finally slows, hips grinding down deep one last time as he groans into your neck, finishing with a shudder that rolls through his whole body.
you’re both shaking, sweaty, completely wrecked.
he collapses beside you this time, pulling you into his arms, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
after a long, quiet moment, he presses a kiss to your temple and says, voice low and raspy, “stay with me and i’ll fuck you so good.”
how could you say no?
PLEASE ME . .
[ MA CHER𝐢E ] jake as your nerdy boyfriend who can’t shut up to save his life, even in the most sexual of situations. — wc: 281 ❤︎︎ warn. smut , unprotected sex , really bad attempts at dirty talk. biomechanics nerd jake
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your fingers curled tight into the sheets as jake pushed in deep again, hips flush to yours, skin slapping against skin—and he was still talking.
taking “don’t mess up my tempo” to another level. san will give you the roughest pace, expecting you to match it (or else he gets MEAN.) and if you “mess up his tempo” punishment ensues (hehehehe) 😇
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synopsis>> san doesn’t like to slow down. for anyone.
warnings >> san is such a meanie, pinv! , unprotected sex, (wrap it up!)
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EVERY drill into you was relentless, his pace becoming unmatchable. you just can’t keep up, whatever kq feeds him is working TOO well.
“you like when i fuck you, yeahh you fuckin do.” his words dying down as he feels you slow your movements.
“tired already?” he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice. you can’t help but whimper in response.
“y-yeah..” you say, bashfully moving your face away. your body is shaking so much, it doesn’t want to be tired. you don’t either. you can’t help it , poor you.
“i’ll help you.” san responds, his movements beginning to slow. but then, he starts to go too slow. to the point that it’s agonizing.
you try to go along with it, you really do. but you missed him pounding into you relentlessly. (even if he just stopped.)
“n-no speed up..” you whine. your eyes trailing down his body and finally landing on his cock disappearing in you.
“nope. you wanted me to go slow, right?”' he plunges in even deeper. you whine even louder. his grip on your waist faltering as he fucks into you with even more passion.
he pushes into you soo deeply. his cock makes a remaining bulge in your stomach. you want him to speed up so so badly.
“damn it.” you think. you want him to go faster. no, you need him to. you quicken your own pace, and surprisingly he doesn’t stop you immediately.
until he does, his hands pushing onto your hips so hard that it completely stops you.
“do you think you deserve it?” he coaxed. “mm- fuck please, i need to feel you.” your desperate pleas are dismissed, responded to with a chuckle.
“you can move yourself.” he mocks. you just stare at him. silent. “cmon, move your hips. you can do it.” he talks to you like you’re a puppy.
since its probably the only way he’ll let you move, you do it. bouncing like a bunny in heat. “mmmph- fuck!” you cry.
your constant moans and whimpers become too much for poor sannie, his rude demeanor immediately changes.
“fuck it.” he says, pushing you onto your back. “you want me to go fast? right? i’ll show you fast.” he grunts, pounding into you relentlessly.
“fuck! yes sannie- oh my godd!~” you sigh. his tip hitting just the right spots.
“i’m gonna ngh- cum!” you whimper. your vision blurring slightly. “mm of course you are. cum with me baby.”
his words are so lewd and sultry that you can’t help it. you arch your back off the bed, screaming his name like a prayer.
you clench around him like a vice, causing him to follow behind you. “that’s my princess, such a good girl.”
damn.
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HEYYY so i was actually thinking abt it alot.. and i know you’re the only one that will write it the way i think butttt..
hear me out: jake / sunghoon as a mean tutor who punishes you everytime you get a question wrong!!! with alot of dumbification and maybeee you’re sitting on his lap.. idk idk 💔💔💔
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YOU WERE CURRENTLY FAILING , and what could be a better help than good old fashioned tutoring?
but clearly—old fashioned wasn’t what prof. sim jaeyun had in mind.
“cmon, sweetie. you know this, read the passage again. you got this”
“i-i uhm…” you trail off, squirming into his touch as you let out a tiny whine. his hand on your waist tightening.
“come on.” he coaxes.
“c-cant.. god. please fuck me.” you answer breathlessly.
jake chuckles, his breath tickling your ear.
“well, precious—answer the question first.” he says, his voice almost a growl.
your gaze falls down towards the paper, and you decide to just give it a shot.
“uhm.. b?”
ding ding ding.
as soon as the letter left your lips, jake was positioning himself up, effectively pinning and bending you over his desk, his leg kicked his office chair aside.
he slides his slacks down with a practiced ease—already lining his hard cock up with you.
and a slight push was all it took.
god, he was huge.
and his thrusts were unrelenting, his hands gripping your hips as the silent office erupted into moans and the sound of flesh slapping together.
“mmfgh—j-jake. p-please!” you’d manage to stutter out, your hands gripping the cold metal of the desk he’d pinned you against.
“gonna cum already baby? fuck, you’re desperate.” he says, letting out a sinful moan as he buries himself into you, his load spilling into you.
“shitshitshit.” you said dizzily, cumming not too long after him.
jake pulls out of you, watching his hot, white cum drip out of your sopping wet hole.
“isn’t that a sight to behold?”
OHHH MY FAWK
sub toji, something you’d never usally see
toji is NOT submissive, i’m sure you could tell tho. just look at him, all big and mean.
but not today, oh no. hes under you whimpering and sobbing. its truly amazing because he’d never do this in a million years. but the way you have him bound to the chair with vibrators everywhere you look. his nipples, in him, around his cock, it’s beautiful.
his hips are bucking so wildly he looks like he wants to scream. his ankles are bound to the chair along with his arms so there’s really not much for him to do.
he looks so helpless—completely vulnerable, but still insanely hot. toji’s this big, mean guy with muscles everywhere, but the way you’ve got him now? It’s unreal.
“pl-pleaseee.. oh my god..” his words trailing off. “please, what.?” you taunt, you obviously know what he wants. but his begging is cute.
“fuck! please let me…c-cum” he begs, his head rolling back, lips parted as he gasps for air. his voice trembles, thick with desperation. his thighs—strong, thick, and carved with muscle—tense with every motion, flexing hard as they bump rhythmically against the chair. sweat glistens on his skin, trailing down the sharp lines of his abs, catching in the curve of his throat.
the chair creaks beneath him, struggling under the weight of his movements, and his hands clutch at the armrests like he’s trying to anchor himself—like if he lets go, he’ll unravel completely. every breath he takes is shallow and shaky, as if he’s holding back something primal, something overwhelming.
and god, the way his muscles ripple with every twitch—it’s so rejuvenating and beautiful. you really really wanna keep him this way. but, if you do he’ll never let you do this again.
“yeah? be a good boy and cum, cum for me.” you coo, stroking your index finger along the side. that sets him off, big time. his hips are bucking even wilder now, he’s shaking intensely on the chair. “fuuuckk.. thank you thank you thank you..” he babbles. he looks down, shaking his head. “you drive me fucking crazy. untie me, now.”
this is gonna be a loongg night.
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when ur moms boyfriend san is balls deep in u but ur mom comes home!
“mmm fuck.. keep clenching around me like tha-“ san is cut off by the sound of keys unlocking a door. the door immediately swings open as your mother walks into the house, her hand-me down heels clicking across the wooden floor.
“are you n-not gonna stop?” you ask, a tremble in your voice. “hell no.” he spits, making you clench hard. his pace still remains the same, maybe it even quickens; you can’t tell either way.
“you’re so fucking dirty, letting me fuck you senseless with your own mother in the other room.” he says. those words drive you absolutely crazy, the sinfulness of it all adding to your pleasure.
his cock hits your cervix harshly, making your hips buck forward quickly.
“you always fucking tease me.” he growls, “you think i don’t notice those short skirts? you’re such a slut.”
he caught you there, you knew what you were doing and so did he. but, he was so easy to tease. he’d always get so red and hungry when you sat on his lap.
“such a stupid slut.”
ufffwh don’t get me started on how he acts when you aren’t there. everytime he has sex with your mom he has to clasp his hand over his face to keep from saying your name. he can’t help it, you make him feel soo good.
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“n-no. im so close. don’t fucking move.” megumi almost demands. he's just so whipped for you he cant help but moan everytime you clench around his length. you almost move, but you wouldn’t dare to disobey your lovely boyfriend. right?
well, you thought you didn’t want to until you heard his soft groans. his sweet sounds fogging up your brain as you clench around him by instinct.
“god—damn it,”he muttered, his voice edged with frustration and urgency as he halted mid-thrust. his head hung low, jet-black strands clinging to his sweat-dampened forehead, droplets shimmering under the dim light.
his glossy lips curled in something between a snarl and a whimper as your walls flutter around him again. “every fucking time you moan, you drive me absolutely crazy.” he spits, trying to sound tough to get his way.
another moan escapes your lips as he tries to move again. “s-shut up.” he barks. “stop making those noises. i swear to god im-“ he says, before getting cut off by an earth shattering orgasm.
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