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hannieboyd · 2 days ago

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ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ˳ᐟ - ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

Pairings: (individual) Skz x fem!reader | established relationship

Contains: +18, smut, fluff, mentions of sex, teasing (shown through Leeknow and Bangchan), princess treatment, I think thats it?? idk this is pretty short lol

Summary: How the hyung line would take care of you after a long night of teasing and letting him take the wheel.

*not proofread!*

✦ Bangchan: Is definitely the type to give you the princess treatment after a long night of treating you like his own person sex doll. he’d cuddle you, smother you with kisses, and praise you on how you took it all so well for him and tell you how much of a good girl you were. He would also probably feel just a tinsy bit bad for how he manhandled you a couple minutes ago. Hand over your neck as he pushed you over the edge for what felt like hours, marks all over you that looked like you just swam in a tank of mosquitos. Yeah, the least he could feel was a little sorry from it, and he was! sort of..

“You did so good baby, I know. Im sorry for going so rough on you, but how do you expect me to react when you say my name like that?”

✦ Leeknow: Teases you from the moon and back with the little energy he has left. It’s shocking how he still finds room to do so when near the end of it he was squirming under you like it was his destiny, moaning and shaking while still trying to remain his composure of course. He’d hold your waste and cuddle you under the blankets as he nibbled at your neck knowing it’d mess with you further, and when you try to shift away hed pull you back while laughing.

“Dont leave loveee, I was just joking!”

And when he jokes about how you were basically clawing yourself onto him, you’d try to dish it back by mentioning how he overstimulated himself so much drool was nearly slipping down the sides of his mouth but he always finds snarky remarks back anyways.

“You were all over me baby, how’d you expect me to stop?”

✦ Changbin: a softy in disguise. Almost as soon as you guys are done he’s plopping himself next to you, hugging you asking if you’re okay. He didn’t wanna tire you out too much, he’s understands strong guy but sometimes he tends to forget how strong he is. I mean he’s almost as bad as Bangchan , if not worse! He really doesn’t mean to though. Sometimes he just gets caught up in the moment with his pretty girl wrapped around his cock, head nuzzling into his shoulder. who could blame him? Luckily he cleans you up after a few minutes, he finds it disheartening to let his pretty girl sit there in her own mess. (which he contributed to)

“Such a messy girl, I must’ve worn you out” He said with a semi frown his face, almost like hes blaming you for it. (jokingly, of course.)

✦ Hyunjin: Soft and serious—he doesn’t play when it comes to your comfort, especially after intimate moments like this. He licks your juices clean one last time before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and going to get a towel and some snacks to clean you up. Like Changbin, he doesn’t like the thought of you sitting there a mess, soaked in your sweat and a bit of embarrassment after he’d just giving you the night of your life—its just too cruel. Even if he secretly loves the sight of it. He lays your head into his lap and plays with your hair as the two of you unwind with a movie. He cherishes moments like these. Yeah, its nice to see you under him, makeup a mess as tears go down your face as you plead with him to go slower—but he’d much rather just have you and him, next to eachother and living in the moment. He loves it. As you watch the movie, his eyes stay on you. He wonders how you could still look so breathtaking even after a night with no breaks. He caresses your cheek as you look up to him. he can only chuckle softly before he speaks.

“wow, you’re still looking good after all that. not fair.”

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AN: sorry for the wait! please lmk if you guys would like a maknae line ver. though ill probably do so anyways, haha. tysm for the support on my last post and hope ygs enjoyedd!:)

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hannieboyd · 6 days ago

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ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ & ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

pairings: tutor!jisung x fem!reader | collage au

contains: +18, unprotected sex (be safe!!), Sub!jisung, slight mommy kink (used once), dom!reader like wow WE NEED MORE DOM READERS, dry humping, strangers to lovers(?) , real nerdy jisung with a big N, perverted on both sides lowkey (mostly Han), college sex

word count: 3,329

extras: first attempt of a full english fic, I procrastinated and crammed it into one night aswell lol.. please excuse any mistakes!

Tutor!jisung who’d never go out of his way to talk to girls, hell, he barely even left his dorm. but when he saw you enter the class, rolled up sleeves, nearly see through top and a short uniform skirt he wasn’t sure where to look. it was even worse when he saw how your thighs slowly press down against the chair as you sat down, wishing it was him instead. His eyes trailed you down as you sat in front of him, whether it was just writing your name down or checking your phone to see if your boyfriend texted you, he was watching. He already had a hard time paying attention in this class, and now it became impossible with you there.

Even when the teacher called on him he stared at you.

He’d actually known of you for a while. You guys even went to high school together but you knew his friends more than you knew of him. In all honesty you thought he hated women the way you never saw him with them. He was always so quiet, pushing his glasses up to see better, usually on his phone even if he was with his friends, he was kind of..a dork. In a cute way though. Sure he might’ve been an anime nerd…and a gaming nerd..and well, a nerd. He was actually really attractive. Many people tend to see through that though because of his shy nature which was pretty unfortunate. Despite that, you found him pretty Intriguing.

So when you saw him in your class in the beginning of the semester you were pretty excited to see a familiar face. However it was different, it had only been a couple months and something about him had changed. It seemed he grew into his features overtime and surprisingly looked pretty attractive, But you had a boyfriend, Not to mention he seemed so infatuated with his studies and his own self it was dumb to get involved with him at all.

The weeks seemed to pass by fast.

Slowly but surely he found himself growing a crush on you—just alittle one though. Yeah he only started showing up to see you, but the class was hard to get through so a little pick me up was needed regardless. Eventually he even started to wonder how you were, what you did before coming and what you were going to do after the class was done. It was confusing on why. He’s had crushes in the past, yeah, but for some reason it’s like somethings drawing him to you. He was so fixated on you he even knew that during the time you’d been in the class, you have actually had quite a hard time. When you had gotten your first exam back last week with a 20/60 and a big red circle written on it he went home later and fisted himself to the thought of you on your knees, blouse open ever so slightly but still enough to show a bit of your pink bra peaking out, sucking his dick, while thanking him for tutoring you over his moans. So when Professor Lee suggested him tutor you he was quick to agree.

And when you came up to him smiling, holding your phone out to him to put his number into while also thanking him for agreeing to tutor you he couldn’t move. not a muscle. It was until you asked if he was okay he snapped back into reality.

“oh, sorry.. i’m okay. and your welcome..” he said quietly while holding eye contact with the floor.

you chuckled at his nervousness

“I’ll see you later then, jisung!” you said while waving goodbye. “yeah..later.”

It had been a couple days since your guys last encounter and since then Han had checked his phone about 5 times per minute. It was until he finally got a text he let out a sigh. not a bad sigh, but it wasn’t necessarily a good one either. “Hey, i know it’s been a couple days but I’m available around 6 if that works for you 🙂” The text was simple, but Han was unsure how to respond. He’s never texted a girl before, other than his mom and sister, he was basically a shut in. women repellent if you will.

After a quick exchange with his friends he decided to go he decided on a casual response that said, “sure. that works fine for me”

“cool! see you then jisung”

He nearly threw his phone across the room. he probably would of if he didn’t have expensive figures all over it. He eventually calmed himself down and decided to tidy up around the dorm. after all, sharing with 2 other men was, to put this bluntly, fucking disgusting. To go boxes everywhere, dirty clothes, and it didn’t help that Jeongin and Felix liked to bring their one night stands there because now he was stuck picking up condoms with rubber gloves on.

when he finished 6pm had already rolled around so now all he waited to do was wait, so he did. He fidgeted with his fingers as he did so nervously looking around the room. Was the tv too dusty? the window too dirty? Maybe the looked disorganized.. would you even talk to him? All this thought came to an end when he heard the doorbell ring. He walked towards the door and opened it for you.

And there you were.

Standing at his doorstep Smiling innocently as you thanked him for agreeing to tutor you. It was just as he imagined. You wearing your school uniform, with that short skirt and a hint of pink lace showing through your shirt. “Thank you so much, i hope it wasn’t any trouble..” For a second he couldn’t move. You were here, in front of him, thanking him even. Snapping out of it he shuffled himself aside, letting you in. “ah.. it’s no problem..”

his eyes trailed over you.

You stepped inside, eyes scanning the small place. Surprisingly, It seemed pretty clean for a dorm shared by 4 boys. “uh—this way,” he mumbled before leading you down the short hallway to his room. Walking behind him you saw a peak of his room. Figures from multiple shows, games, and movies appeared, aswell as what seemed to be a poster from who knows where. “sorry, it’s kind of a mess.” He said while leading you inside the room, knowing it really wasn’t. He lowered himself onto a cushion sitting on the floor next to a table. He had already set the materials on the table for you, incase you might have forgotten something, he didn’t want you to leave. After briefly scanning the room you joined him on the pillow next to him.

“So, what are you struggling with?”

“Basically everything.” you said trying to bring some humor into the room. “ah.. i see..” he chuckled weakly, lowering his head to the table. “well calculus can be hard for some people, especially since the class isn’t exactly.. exciting.”

you nodded in agreement, “I know, right?” he looked up at you, eyes flicking up and then quickly away again. “w-well let’s just start with the basics then, is that alright?”

You hummed in approval, grabbing your notebook from your bag as he adjusted his posture to look more put together than he felt.

still, could see it all over him. How his face flushed and avoided contact from yours. How his pen seemed to stay touched even when he wasn’t using it. He’d clearly never had anyone else here before, and it was cute.

He cleared his voice— “Okay, so derivatives..”Youd been at the same thing for around 40 minutes and you checked out about 20 minutes ago. Math was never your forte to be fair. And when your tutor clearly cant keep his eyes off from everywhere but your face it was harder. “So what are those?” you blanked out. “Uhh.. equations?..” He blinked like his brain had been frozen.

“wait, seriously?” he asked with a mix of confusion and disbelief in his voice (maybe a little judgement too..) “We’ve been on this subject for like 40 minutes now, y/n” tone slightly raising

“Well it’s not exactly easy to pay attention when my tutor cant even look me in the eyes to teach me-“ you said teasing, but bit back on the last part before it came out to sharp. looking at jisung expecting a laugh or a sarcastic response, Instead his face went pale. You meant it as a joke, but it seemed he didn’t get the jist of it. “W-what” stammering on his words, finally locking eyes for more than a second. “i don’t-” you cut him off with a laugh “lighten up jisung it was only a joke”

He let out a breath, somewhere between relief and panic. As you leaned back on your hands, stretching just enough for your shirt to ride up slightly. You caught him looking.

“Besides,” You added, voice going softer with each word you spoke “you wouldn’t want me here all night?”

Another joke.

He was still in shock, but his gaze dropped—too quick to be casual, too obvious to ignore. You looked back at him with a smug look, and then just like that, flustered, he subtly shifted. bringing his hand over his lap, he tried to play it off.

He cleared his throat. “Not sure what you mean..”

You teased, pushing him a bit harder. “Sure you don’t.” He glared at you. “We should get back to the session.” You groaned. “How if I cant even figure out what a dergabagaba is.” leaning into your hand stubbornly, “A derivative. And maybe we could.. play a game?” you laughed. “A math game, seriously, how fun for us!”

“Don’t laugh, it was just a suggestion..” he looked away in embarrassment. So much for putting ideas out there I guess. “Fine.” you folded, “And if it doesn’t work?” “I fear you’ll have to stay here all night till i make you understand.” you let out a surprised laugh, “Guess who grew a pair”

“I didn’t mean it like that” he rolled his eyes, hand still covering his crotch.

You both decided to play some sort of Guessing game—He’d asked, you’d answered. that was the whole point of it. After about 15 questions (10 of which you actually got right) you started to really like it. For once, you weren’t just staring blankly at a worksheet before giving up and deciding to let it rot in your backpack. Things were clicking, you found yourself actually comprehending what he was teaching you (and liking it?).

He pushed his middle finger up against the bridge of his glasses. sweat trailed down his forehead as doing so. you couldn’t help but smirk.

It had gotten warmer in the room without you realizing, suddenly you could feel the heat on the back of your neck, the air feeling heavier, thicker, however it started to seem to just be from the temperature.

you both kept going with the game, determined to get the last answer right.

“Alright, last one,” He said while adjusting his collar out of warmth, “whats the derivative of 5(x) = 5x³?”

you paused for a moment, then smiled confidently. “That’s 15x².” He blinked, pleasantly surprised. “Correct.” You grinned, feeling a rush of pride. “See? i’m totally not hopeless.” He gave you a smile, clearly impressed. You leaned back, adjusting your collar and noticing how warm it had gotten in the room.

“wow, its like burning in here” fidgeting with your tie, contemplating whether or not to take it off.

“yeah, i guess so, huh.” you both looked around the room. Finally finishing the math game, both unsure what to do now, it fell silent. Seeing as you two warmed up to each other for a bit during then, you stuck a conversation.

“Hey how about we switch it up, truth or dare?” He blinked surprised, but nodded slowly. “Okay..”

you smiled softly, “Okay, truth or dare?” He gave some time to think about it before answering. “Truth..” You leaned in just a little, eyes warm but playful. You knew he was a little shy, but how could you not have a little fun with him, after all its 7pm on a Friday night and your boyfriend didn’t seem to have problems teasing around either other girls either. you let loose. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” his cheeks flushed with warmth. “No…”

He looked up at you carefully, then asked quietly. “Uh, Truth or dare?” You nodded smiling, “Truth” he rubbed his arm to call him down. He wanted to match your energy, he really did, he was just unsure on how. He swallowed nervously before asking hoping the question wouldn’t chase you away. “What…. whats something you like about me?”

You smiled wider. “Hmm.. your nervousness. It’s kinda cute.”

he laughed softly, easing the tension a bit. “Alright, truth or dare?” He hesitated. “Dare.” You grinned, tilting your head a bit. “I dare you to kiss me on the cheek.” He stiffened once again. “Now?-”

“Well, unless you’re scared.” You shifted towards him. “So, what’ll it be?” He was stuck. He’d never imagine this. not in his wildest dreams would he had thought he’d be here with you clearly pulling yourself onto him. He just stared while the tent in his pants continued to grow, and his mind filled with crazy fantasies. Eventually he pulled your hair behind your ears and leaned in slowly, lips barely brushing your cheek, and over much too quickly. You felt the heat crawl up to your neck, yet you weren’t satisfied. Greediness had taken over and you needed to see him shut down under your touch, completely gone.

He pulled back a little, eyes glistening but nervous, then asked quietly, “Truth or dare?” Caught up in the heat of the moment you grinned. “Dare.” While holding eye contact with him, clearly wanting more out of him.

He felt conflicted. He didn’t know whether to ask you a simple question or not. Either way he knew you were gonna test him until he gave out. But it wasn’t fair—why did you get to say all those things while he basically remained a hermit crab stuck in his shell, unable to say anything outside his usual vocabulary?

starting to grow tension, he finally asked, voice higher than normal, “Okay… kiss me.” you were taken by surprised, your brows lifting slightly as your gaze dropped to his lips. Did he really say that?

A smug smile tugged at your mouth. “But i did so good during the game,” you said, voice dropping playfully, almost like a pout. “shouldn’t i get one from you?”

His face nearly turned the color of the apple on his nightstand, clearly not expecting you to flip that onto him. “I-I mean, you’ve been testing me all night..” he mumbled, barely able to look at you. “Messing with me..” You tilted your head and scooted closer to him, your thigh brushing his. “Mhm. But I think I earned it.” Your hand slid gently onto his leg, fingers barely moving, thumb brushing his inner thigh just enough to make his whole body tense up. “Don’t you?” His breath hitched. He looked down at you, eyes catching the slight pout in your lips along with the soft curve of your expression. Just enough to make his mind fog up.

“..Fine.” he breathed, voice barely holding itself together. But he didn’t move—not right away. The word hung between you guys, unsure of if he even meant to say it. Until he turned over slightly, grabbing the back of ur head. You gasped into the kiss, startled by his sudden movement. He sucked at your lips as if he wanted to inhale you altogether, he was desperate, like he’d been holding this in for years. and honestly, maybe he had. You matched him his energy, laying your arms onto his shoulder as you snuck your tongue into his mouth, making his breath stutter, his body jult, and a soft, choked up whimper escaped him. “f-fuck..” his hips started to roll against yours,

you couldn’t take it.

The way he fell apart under your touch, nearly crumbling like stone under your lips, you needed more. You needed to see him beg under you, pleading for you, crying that you’ll be a good boy for him if he let you do what you wanted to him. anything.

Then your hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans in circular motion. This time, he didn’t flinch away,

Didn’t stop you,

Didn’t even breathe.

Your palm pressed down, grazing the length of him through the sweats, and you felt his whole body tense up. He pulled back from the kiss, panting against your mouth, eyes wide and glassy.

“You’re such a-” he started, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

Because your hand began fisting him through his pants, dragging the pressure along the shape of him until his hips twitched up into your palm. A low moan spilled from his throat, he was ashamed of how easy he fell for you.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers tightening like he needed something to hold onto before he lost it completely. And then he pulled you onto his lap, fast and a little clumsy, like if he didn’t do it now, he would’ve gone crazy

You didn’t fight it. You just sank into him, thighs straddling his, the heat between you unbearable now. The second you ground your hips into his, he gasped. “s-shit”

You rolled your hips down against him, with just enough pressure to make him jolt beneath you. His head fell back against the bed behind him, mouth parted, eyes shut and biting his bottom lip.

“F-fuck,” he breathed, barely audible.

Your hands were planted on his chest, steadying yourself as you moved faster. You could feel how hard he was. straining against the fabric, twitching every time you rolled your hips just right. His hands had slipped under your shirt now, trembling slightly, but too caught up in the moment to stop him. To stop anything. Your lips made its way to his ear. “You like that, ji?” He let out a broken moan. “Y-yeah—making me feel so good mo...-” he stopped before he could finish that sentence. his face heated up. He tried to cover it up with added groans but you knew what he wanted to say, and who were you to deny him that? so you inched closer to his face “its okay, let it out ji.”

His eyes rolled at the words. “Fuck.. y-yes mommy..”

You rocked your hips again. He bucked up into you, completely helpless with his hands gripping your waist like you were gonna run away. His breath hitched, eyes half open and glassy like he was seconds from breaking apart right under you. you pushed his limit.

“w-wait, I—”

But you didn’t. You leaned in, lips brushing against his again,

“Let it out, Ji.”

That did it.

His whole body tensed—fingers gripping to your hips so hard you were positive it would leave a mark. He gasped, choked on a moan, and stilled underneath you, eyes rolling back just the slightest bit.

“shit..—” he stuttered, hips bucking once, twice before falling still again. his face flushed deep pink as you felt the warmth spread between you. You watched him come undone in front of you. His lips trembled, fingers twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. Like he couldn’t believe what just happened, moaning your name like it was a spell. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you brushed some hair out of his face. “Already?”

He looked done, completely out of it. attempting to blink himself back into existence. “Im sorry.. I didn’t mean to—”

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I was just joking, ji”.

AN: Hii, thank you so much for reading my first fic on this account! I apologize it’s so disorganized, english isn’t my first language so there is probably many mistakes. Also had mad writers block during this, haha. reqs are open 24/7:)

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