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"Good Luck, Babe." - Angst! [Hyung Line SKZ]

Notes : Part 2 to the "Are You Serious...?" mini-series where SKZ are walking red flags. Here is your comfort-not-comfort, because sometimes there are no happy endings and they don't redeem themselves.

Warnings : Angst with no comfort, Breakups, Unhappy endings sorry not sorry. This is also rushed and I'm very tired but people wanted it so bad so here it is. <3

"Are You Serious...?" Hyung Line Here

BangChan - Brushing off/Having the wrong priorities -> You leave when he isn't home.

It was two forty-three in the morning when he had texted you that he was leaving the studio, walking with his head down and eyeing his phone to see the little 'Read' message pop up. When it didn't come through after a few moments, he tucked his phone away with a soft sigh and continued on.

It was two fifty-eight when he texted you asking if you wanted anything from the convenience store. Again, no reply or read receipt, so he assumed you had fallen asleep and simply wouldn't reply. You were probably curled up in the sheets, hair messy and face puffy with slumber. The thought made him smile as he paid for his water.

It was five after three when he stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind him.

It was three thirteen when he stepped into the bedroom after washing his face, stopping in the doorway. Your nightstand was cleaned off and you weren't in the bed.

It was three fifteen when he picked up the sheet of white on your side of the bed to read over the scribbled and frantic handwriting, tear stains littering the paper.

'Don't bother falling in love again until you can get your priorities straight.'

It was three twenty-five when he messaged you once more, asking why you had decided to up and leave so suddenly.

And it was three twenty-five when the blocked receipt popped up on his screen.

Lee Know - Keeping secrets / Prioritizing Privacy within himself -> You remove yourself from the relationship while he is on tour.

If he didn't have the audacity (or BALLS.) to tell you he was going on a six month tour until the day before he left, he didn't deserve to know you were leaving the relationship at all.

You'd packed your bags full of your belongings, leaving gifts Minho had given you on your shared bed and leaving everything practically spotless The drawers were empty, the bed made and folded so neatly - the living room cleaned, carpet vacuumed, kitchen spotless and ready to be filled with cooking and shared laughter as hugs and kisses were exchanged.

The door fell shut softly behind you, the sound of your suitcase rolling down the hallway quietly echoing in the apartment before you grew too far away for it to recognize the sound any further.

Minho stepped into the apartment three months later, unlocking the door and letting it fall shut behind him. He stared into the emptiness that was his apartment, eyes dragging to your key sitting on the bare countertop. He breathes out slowly, pulling his mask down beneath his chin and letting his eyes wander over the quietness of the home.

He couldn't be upset. He knew he set himself up for this in the long run.

Even then, he couldn't stop himself from softly calling out your name - only to be met with no reply as he dreaded.

Changbin - Not knowing the difference between being rude and being blunt -> You finally snap on him.

"Shut up! Just shut -- up!" You finally yell, bringing your hands down hard on the counter in front of you.

Your boyfriend stares over at you in surprise at your outburst. "What is your problem?" He huffs out, blinking a few times just to clear the shock from his face. "Don't start throwing a tantrum."

"This isn't a fucking tantrum, Changbin! This is me telling you to shut your mouth for once! I don't need this-- berating that you constantly give me. You don't know when to just shut up and it drives me crazy sometimes...! You tell me 'this doesn't look good,' or 'You talk too much,' or 'You're too loud.'"

"You ask me if you're too loud or if something looks good. Do you want me to lie to you?" His eyes narrow as if he's so obviously right that you are wrong.

You scoff, tears clinging to your lashes. "I ask you sometimes and yes, I do appreciate your honesty, but I don't always need your opinion, Changbin! It's like you -- use my appreciation of your honesty to just voice your negativity towards me now. You just say shit just to say it."

His lips part as if he wants to defend himself, but you cut him off by rounding the corner and beelining for your shared bedroom.

"If you can't learn to shut your fucking mouth, Bin, I don't know if we can keep this relationship up for much longer."

His eyes widen in surprise and he sinks where he stands, hand twitching on the countertop as if wanting to reach out to your retreating form. Had he messed up that badly all this time?

Hyunjin - Being too cocky / Making you feel inferior -> You grow fed up with it and decide to break it off.

"What was that?" He snaps all too quickly, resting one hand on the door of the bathroom so no one else would enter. Even though there were.. multiple stalls.

"I was talking to someone, Hyunjin. It's called socializing. And surprise! Isn't it crazy someone is talking to me tonight?"

"Hongjoong? Talking to you..? He doesn't even know who you are -- Why would he?" His eyes narrow, offended already that you seem to insinuate something regarding him. "What are you trying to get at?"

You scoff, eyes rolling dramatically. A habit you'd picked up from him, unfortunately. "You never talk to me at afterparties because you're too busy being social with the other idols. I get that you should talk to them for press and to look good and whatever but Yeji isn't your girlfriend, Hyunjin - I am! You don't need to stand there all night ogling her and being smooth..!"

"At least if she were my girlfriend, my girlfriend would look fucking good for once."

Your jaw pops open as you stare up at him, fists clenching at your sides. You'd done your absolute best to dress as nice as possible tonight - granted yes, your makeup was smoked out and your hair was a bit messy from dancing but you'd been trying to enjoy yourself while your boyfriend stood at the bar talking to --

You feel a huff of air leave your throat before you pull open the door, ripping it out from under his hand where he leaned. He fumbled, glaring down at your retreating form. "Where are you going?"

"Back to Hongjoong." You reply, never bothering to turn around.

"Why? I'm talking to you now, isn't that what you wanted? My attention?" He moves to follow, stopping in the doorway when you do turn to glare up at him.

You seethe. "Quit worrying about why I'm talking to him, Hyunjin. Maybe you should worry yourself with wondering why you just lost your girlfriend instead."

He blinks, ears red with anger. "I don't want you talking to him--!"

"And I don't give a fuck, because you're not my boyfriend anymore!" You step back, lifting a hand to flip him the bird as you disappear into the crowd once more in search for the captain of Ateez. "Call me never, babe!"

*screams* yessss!!

↬part fourteen — spotlight

↬watercolor

↬hwang hyunjin x reader | college au

you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you'd do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.

a/n: well well well, this part feels like some progress to me idk about u 👀 i would love to read your thoughts on it, i hope you guys enjoy!

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Are you comfortable writing 3somes? If so, is it possible for me to request a hyunjin x reader x felix smut and they both cum inside her cunt plz? It’s ok if u r not comfortable with this. I completely understand.

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SMUT WARNING

"Y/N! It's not that hard, come on - focus!" Felix pleads with assertiveness in his voice despite the puffs of breath coming out after almost every second word. 

"Why are you so distracted?" Hyunjin asks, combing his long fingers through his dripping red streaks of hair and sitting down on the wooden floor of the dance studio. 

Felix and Hyunjin offered to take you dancing for the day, seeing as it's a new hobby you've grown to enjoy, so you thought, what better tutors than the masters themselves? Minho couldn't make it so you were left with just the two of them and you thought it would be easy - they're pros after all. 

But things became more and more complicated the longer you stayed, the song the two of them had chosen to teach you on being Taste, there was nothing more difficult than standing in front of two of the most gorgeous men you know, thrusting their hips into the air, throwing their heads back and shamelessly rolling their eyes into the back of their heads while sweating and panting like hungry wolves. 

It became worse when they grew frustrated at your incapability to grasp difficult dance moves - they'd simply raise their voices and position your arms and legs into whichever position they needed to be, basically manhandling you. 

It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does, but whenever Hyunjin's long fingers grip around your thighs, shoving them down or lifting your hips, the quiet whimper always slips out and you simply try to blame it on a difficult position. And whenever Felix stands behind you, whispering in his ocean-deep voice that you need to focus and keep your eyes focused on him, the last thing you can think of is his instruction and rather the vibrations bouncing off of his voice and into your eardrums. 

You're loving every second of this dance lesson, but it's posing to be nearly impossible with both of them out of breath and sweating, chests heaving and mouths hung open. 

"N-nothing," you mumble, going to lean against the mirror with your arms folded over your chest, head leaning back against the glass. 

Felix walks over to the laptop playing music and the all too familiar backtrack begins to play through the surround sound, but instead of starting with the dance moves, the black-haired simply walks over to you, shoving a hand in between your crossed arms and forcing you to open them, taking one of your hands once you do and leads you to the center of the wooden floor. 

Felix begins to spin you around, twirling you and dipping you with the melody of the music and you giggle with him in euphoria. 

His actions shift from sweet to seductive at times, sometimes coming close to your face with his while his hands travel over your body sensually, sometimes staying a few feet away, staring into your soul with his pretty, lust-filled eyes. 

About halfway through the song, Hyunjin joins in Felix's movements, mirroring his hands traveling up your body and the red-haired even goes so far as to stand behind you, anchoring you when you drop your head against his strong shoulder, his big hands gliding up your sides as Felix's slide down your thighs. 

In all this, your hands find comfort in the one or the other's hair or holding their shoulders, whatever feels right in the moment just comes naturally. 

The music dies down, Felix still in front of you and Hyunjin behind you, their hands still on you. 

"So, that's what's been going on in that pretty head of yours?" Hyunjin whispers in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine as you pry your eyes open to face reality.

Felix has a naughty smirk on his face, searching your face for your answer. 

"J-Just distracted," you admit sheepishly, keeping your voice small. 

This isn't the first time this has happened - Felix and Hyunjin have both made you blow them in the studio when you were "distracting" them with the skirt you wore that day, the length of it not even reaching mid-thigh. But you loved every second of it. 

Every manhandling action, dirty word, praise, or command, everything they gave you was enough. 

These two were notorious amongst the members to be the dirtiest and least-filtered, Chan even warned you when you all became friends but seeing as the group always remained together, everyone was open and transparent, sharing any and all secrets, sometimes that included sharing you. 

So, feeling Felix's lips against yours wasn't a surprise, and nor was Hyunjin's teeth grazing your ear. 

"I think," Hyunjin's silky voice leaks into your ear, "You need to be taught how to focus." 

The moan in agreement that slips from your lips is swallowed by Felix, but they know they have the green light. 

Felix breaks from you, removing your shirt quickly and hastily and Hyunjin allows him. 

All three of you sink to your knees in the center of the wooden floor, two pairs of hands drag slowly over your now exposed chest and torso, feeling every part of you, and lift your arms, wrapping them around Felix's neck, the elder's knees behind you becoming your cushion that you seat yourself on. 

Felix slips one of his thighs between yours and Hyunjin's and he guides your hips to rest yourself on him. 

"Go on then," he says in his deepest voice, "Ride." 

Hyunjin shifts closer as well, trapping you in between the two boys' bodies. 

Your hips begin to move involuntarily, gaining some friction by rutting yourself slowly against Felix's thigh. 

Your head falls back against Hyunjin's shoulder and he plants sweet kisses on the exposed parts of your shoulder and neck, his shallow breathing tickling your sensitive skin. 

"This is what you wanted?" he asks against your throat, nipping subtly when you only whimper in response, "Speak," he says more sternly. 

"Yes," you whimper as clearly as you can, the pleasure between your legs increasing when Felix starts to slide his leg in and out between yours. 

Both of your hands drop, one to each of the boys' crotches and all three of you moan in unison when your hands dip into their sweats, finding their dicks and fondling gently. 

You love Felix and Hyunjin's cocks in their own individual ways - Felix's being average length but rather thick and filling, and Hyunjin's not being as thick as Felix's but undoubtedly makes up for it in length, excitement bubbles in your throat when you feel both of them hard already. They love this, and you know it. 

Felix latches his heart-shaped lips onto one side of your neck as you jerk him off and Hyunjin turns your head to kiss him, small groans leaving his lips when your hand grips him a bit tighter. 

"Wanna fuck you," Hyunjin mumbles against your lips and you weakly nod your head in agreement. 

"How about we both fuck her?" Felix suggests the moment he separates from your throat, "So that you can improve your focus,” he adds with a sarcastic chuckle. 

Felix and Hyunjin are walking sex gods, always teasing and flirting and you love that whenever you feel worked up or anxious they manage to find ways, very explicit ways, to help you feel better. 

Clearly, this is one of those days where they seem to need it as much as you do. 

Felix stands up first, removing his thigh from beneath you, and before you could whine about it, Hyunjin slips his hands into your tights and panties, his other hand holding your breast and kneading your skin. 

“Ahng, Jinnie” you beg, asking him without precise words to give you more. 

“You want my fingers baby?” he asks rhetorically, teasing your hole with one of his long and delicate fingers. 

“Please,” you plead, your eyes fluttering shut in delight. 

You hear Felix shuffle closer again, your hands reaching for him and feeling his bare legs, his restricting clothing removed. 

You're about to reach for his cock, to stroke him while Hyunjin fingers you, but the elder behind you stands up, removing his hands as well as pulling you up with him. 

You hear the sounds of clothes being removed, and you glance down to Felix who’s still seated on his knees, but with his hands beginning to trail up your legs from your ankles. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your tights and he pulls them down, the cold air of the big room hitting your skin and forcing goosebumps over your exposed legs. 

Hyunjin places his hands on your waist, guiding you to sit down in front of Felix while he stays standing, his long and pretty cock inches from your face when he stands up. 

You sit down on your knees, Felix behind you this time, and now, you’re able to feel his hard dick resting between your ass cheeks. 

Hyunjin in front of you bends down and tilts your head up with his index finger, looking into your eyes with a hooded gaze, cocking his head to the side, “Do what we say and you’ll learn your lesson,” he states simply, dragging his thumb over your wet bottom lip, “Disobey, and you’ll be deprived of what you so badly need.” 

You slowly nod your head at him, swallowing the gathering spit in your mouth. 

Hyunjin presses his lips to yours, his plushy lips so different compared to Felix’s - Hyunjin’s are fuller and at this exact moment, hungrier. 

He disconnects his lips, holding your chin in the palm of his hand, “Open,” he orders simply and in a whisper, and you obey immediately, dropping your tongue out of your mouth. 

Hyunjin smirks, licking his bottom lip before dragging his tongue over yours, licking your tongue to taste you, “Good girl,” he breathes. 

Felix, waiting patiently behind you, begins to place small kisses on your shoulders and back, hands sensually dragging over your body until they reach behind you to hold his cock that he drags in between your folds, spreading your leaking juices. 

Your eyes flutter, the tip of Felix’s cock giving you the friction you were deprived of when Hyunjin’s hands left. 

“No, eyes open, on me,” Hyunjin instructs, standing upright and tapping his cock against your lips for you to open, the sight of him towering above you making your needy walls clench around nothing. 

Your mouth opens, but Hyunjin doesn’t slip himself into your mouth like usual, and your hands that are glued to the floor to keep you in position prevent you from touching him. 

“Felix?” Hyunjin calls, and the younger responds with a hum, “Same time?” 

“Of course, let’s fill her up to the brim,” Felix affirms and that’s exactly what they do before you can even grasp their words. 

Felix lines himself up with your entrance, slowly inching the tip in, and then grabs you by the hips with both hands, roughly pulling you down to sit on his cock and the action causes you to sit upright. The moment a gasp of pleasure leaves your mouth, it’s silenced when Hyunjin thrusts himself forwards, shoving his long cock into your warm mouth and you instantly understand what they meant - you’re full, of them. 

Hyunjin doesn’t fuck your mouth too harshly, because he knows he’s big and not everyone can fit him, but his hips make shallow movements to give himself some friction although he knows you’re loving this too, the way you moan when he gives a deeper or harsher thrust is your lightest giveaway. 

At the same time, Felix’s cock fills you up the moment he forces himself in, the stretch stinging yet breathtaking, his cock fits snugly and you love the way he makes you feel full. 

Your hips bounce back onto Felix and his hands come up to take hold of your hair while you blow Hyunjin, the sexiest sight for him is seeing your mouth stuffed with Hyunjin’s cock. 

For a moment, the feeling of being filled to your limits is overwhelming and you feel stinging in your eyes as they fill with tears of pleasure, and Hyunjin notices, slipping out of your mouth instantly. 

He bends down, grazing his thumb over your wet cheek, “Too much?” he feigns concern, voice sarcastic and careless even though his eyes give him away, he was concerned about you, or else he wouldn't let you breathe. 

You shake your head, smiling up at him even through the tear that falls. 

Felix, who had gently thrust his hips into you all this time realizes that Hyunjin pulled out, so he does the same, leaving you feeling empty as soon as their cocks are removed from your body. 

Felix shifts lying down on his back on the cold floor and you follow, straddling him just to meet his lips with your own. His taste is so different from Hyunjin’s, you relish the experience of having them both, at the same time. 

You break the kiss, wondering where Hyunjin went, but your question is answered when you feel his long fingers trailing up and down your sides, then you feel his legs against yours and you know he’s on his knees behind you. 

The previous time you had sex with Hyunjin and Felix, poor Hyunjin wasn’t able to actually fuck you, because you were interrupted by Chan’s call informing you he’d be home soon, and seeing as Felix had just come inside of you moments before, you had to call it quits and Hyunjin had to settle with the promise of getting to fuck you the next time, which is obviously now and knowing Hyunjin, nothing was going to stop him. 

Hyunjin’s hand glides to your lower back, pressing you down and you think it’s to arch, but another hand presses on your ass and you lower your whole body until you rest on Felix, his dick twitching when it's against your wet clit. 

With Felix’s hands on your hips, Hyunjin’s on your ass, and your own planted to the floor, you’re held in the perfect position for the two boys to do what they’ve undoubtedly been planning to do for a while without you knowing. 

“Now, Felix,” Hyunjin says in a deep voice and you feel Felix and Hyunjin, both of them, entering your tight walls, at the same time.

“Ahh fuck!” you cry out, the stretch posing to be impossible for you to handle, your hands clenching into tight fists as you try to take them. 

“Shh, focus,” Felix says deeply, his voice calm and collected, clearly not understanding what you have to go through to take them both. 

“Feel us,” you hear Hyunjin instruct from behind you, bending down to plant a kiss on your shoulder, “Focus, and relax.”

You breathe deeply, focusing on your shuddering breathing and nothing else, not the stretch or the fact that two cocks are entering you at once. 

Both boys moan in unison when your walls loosen and your warm pussy sucks them in, the stretch easing as your body feels fuller than ever before, filled with two big, thick, and long cocks. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” Hyunjin whimpers from behind you, his head dropping onto your shoulder. 

“What a good girl,” Felix praises from beneath you, but you’re too fucked out to even react. 

Your body feels so euphoric that it’s numb with pleasure, you allow your weight to sink down on Felix but you know he has you, they both do.

With their hands comforting you by feeling you everywhere, they guide you into unfathomable pleasure when both of them begin to move their hips into you, when one slides out, the other slides in. 

The feeling is indescribable, impossible to put into words and they know it, they know your silence is because you’re completely fucked out but they don’t stop praising you, reminding you that you’re a good girl, their good girl, always taking their lessons with full determination to satisfy them. 

The drag of their cocks is enough to push you to the edge, enough to make you shatter but when Hyunjin bends down, a long finger drawing fast circles on your clit, that’s when you break, shatter, into innumerable pieces. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, take both cocks,” Hyunjin praises with a whimper as the unexpected knot in your stomach snaps abruptly and you let go, cumming from two cocks and clit stimulation. 

“I-I can’t, I can’t an-anymore,” you breathe out between pants, your drool dripping from your mouth and onto Felix’s chest, your orgasm so powerful and overwhelming that it affects your ability to even think straight. 

“You can, baby,” Felix encourages, his breathing becoming inconsistent and shallow, “I know you can.” 

You moan in overstimulation, Hyunjin’s fingers against your clit not stopping as he continues to thrust into you. 

Both cocks hit sweet spots inside of you that you didn't even know of, a second knot forms in the deepest pit of your stomach and you know you’re really going to cum again. 

“Ah, a-again,” you mumble, eyes rolled back into your head and body limp to the power of pleasure and both boys groan when they feel you clench around them. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, fuck Y/N,” Hyunjin whimpers desperately, his hips hitting their fastest pace, slapping sounds echoing throughout the big room and Felix gives a deep growl, one that comes from his stomach, “I’m cumming,” is all he says and he spills inside of you. 

At that moment, your second and final orgasm possesses you and your body shakes violently, spilling some of Felix’s cum out and onto his thighs. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” Hyunjin whispers in the neediest voice you’ve ever heard from him and his hips halt as he unloads inside of you. 

All three of you pant and breathe deeply, your body numb and limp on top of Felix, Hyunjin leaning onto you as well as he finishes inside of you. 

Although your body is already aching at being used the way it was, the comforting feeling of being wrapped by both of these boys baffles your mind and you just know this won't be the last time you three do this. 

“Think you’re able to focus now?” Hyunjin chuckles, stroking the hair sticking to your forehead out of the way, just to find your eyes closed in contentment. 

“Let’s take her home,” Felix mumbles against your hair and you allow them to pick you up, put your clothes on and carry you to their car, your body too tired to even walk but you know that no matter what, you’re safe with them, they’ve always got you. 

Stiff

Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader

Summary: At fifty-nine, Joel isn’t sure his dick can keep up with every day it’s going to take to get you pregnant. He seeks help from Jackson’s local apothecary and gets more than bargained for when that little blue pill kicks in.

Or, your old man wants to knock you up. Viagra helps.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v (obviously 😵‍💫🤙🏼). Breeding kink. Age gap. Peepaw Joel. Blue Pill Joel. Post-apocalyptic-Viagra-dosage-gone-horribly-wrong-and-now-his-dick-won’t-deflate-for-a-day…but it’s OK!

Note: This is the crackfic counterpart/sequel to ‘Make It Stick’

Word count: 2.9k

Forty-five minutes.

Forty-five minutes until his fate was sealed for the night. His pulse would quicken. His head would start to swim, and any last sliver of rational thought would be lost to the ether or the cold, snowy air around him. Joel Miller had to hurry now, because that bite-sized blue pill he’d just taken was in his belly, and if his dick didn’t find its way in you, he was fucked. Or at least huge and swollen and leaking out beads of hot desire the size of golf balls.

Well, maybe that was just his cock.

Joel looked down, scanning his pants.

Yeah…definitely just cock. He walked faster.

At home, he knew he’d find you curled up on the couch, nose in a book. What to Expect When You’re Expecting, if he had to guess. Then, sure enough, you’d lift your eyes and smile—‘Thank goodness you’re back, daddy’—and lift the hem of your night dress just slightly. Spread your legs and beckon him in. It was a nightly routine by now.

You wanted to be knocked up as fast as possible, after all

At almost sixty years old, Joel couldn’t believe he was actually saying these words aloud. But here he was—crawling overtop you on the couch, situating himself between your legs, and pulling his cock out, mumbling:

“Gonna let me put a baby in you tonight?”

You nodded sweetly—eagerly—every time.

Joel knew he could never resist that look. He was as good as finished the first second you let him sink inside your tight, weeping hole, and when he stretched it, he could already tell this was all he would ever want to do. Make you happy, fill you up, give you lots and lots of him.

It was why he’d stopped by the apothecary tonight. Why he’d hesitated only a moment before clearing his throat and asking for a pill like Viagra—Joel knew that the man behind the counter would flash him a wry, knowing grin.

Trouble keepin’ up with that sweet young thing’a yours?

David was a dick.

He wasn’t entirely wrong, either.

Ever since agreeing to start trying for a baby, Joel had become acutely aware of his own physical limitations in that department, and one of them was stamina. He could scarcely fuck twice in the same night without needing a long and rest-intensive breather. You were young and could roll over ready to go in five minutes.

It wasn’t fair to deprive you now on account of his age.

If you wanted his cum, you were getting it, no question.

Not just once, but multiple times. Again and again and—

“Again,” Joel grunted once he’d shot off his last spurt.

Fifty-eight minutes had passed since he’d taken that pill. It had fully kicked in, and his dick was still hard, even after finishing inside you with a sticky, white-hot flood.

You blinked dreamily up at him.

“You mean it, old man?” you teased him lightly.

I’ll show you what I mean, Joel thought to himself before flipping you over on the sofa. He had your hips tilted up and his cock driving back inside your freshly-fucked cunt in no time at all. He felt his spend coating your walls; it let him glide right in. Joel groaned and jerked himself back out, then fucked back in again and again and again.

“Again?”

Your word was exhaled in a laugh.

You stood in front of the bathroom sink, trying to tidy up the insides of your legs and push some more of Joel’s load back in, when you felt a presence at your back.

Stabbing your ass.

You started to turn then, puzzled.

“Bend over,” Joel commanded before you could.

You did as you were told because, frankly, you loved getting fucked wherever your old man wanted it—even if he had broken the sink one time he’d pounded you here.

But there was palpable confusion, too. How in the hell had Joel Miller, certified silver fox and owner of a dick old enough to remember Woodstock and the moon landing, managed to get his dick hard in the five minutes since he’d had you face-down, ass-up on the couch?

Or had his dick gotten soft at all?

You wanted to question him about it, or else give a long, hard look at his uncharacteristically long, hard friend, when the next moment had you gripping the counter. Stretching between the legs as Joel pushed back in.

“There she is,” he murmured affectionately.

Really, you’d never been wetter. Or warmer. Or filled to the brim with more sticky-white spend than you could ever hope to hold inside, it felt like. You bent at the waist and let him have his fill. You closed your eyes and rested your head on your forearms while Joel’s hot, bulbous tip grazed your cervix with dizzying alacrity. A smile crept in.

Whatever this was, you wanted more of it.

His dick was still hard.

Four mind-numbing fucks and another forty-five minutes later, Joel’s cock hadn’t deflated the tiniest bit.

The thing had hammered you so thoroughly he’d nearly destroyed the sink again. You’d whimpered, and whined, and warned him quietly, ‘We just fixed the porcelain, baby,’ and right before he’d painted your walls with his seed, you’d cum for him practically shrieking. Shaking.

Letting him turn you around for a kiss, only to mumble against his mouth with a sleepy, cockdrunk sort of lilt:

“I think you gave me twins.”

Then he’d fucked you in the shower to make it triplets.

Now you were laying out on the bed, truly spent, eyes following him in the semi-darkness of your bedroom after you’d toweled off and collapsed among the pillows.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, Miller?” you breathed.

Joel made it over to the dresser, back turned to you. He rifled through a drawer looking for something extra tight.

“Just missed you is all,” he said, shrugging.

What he needed right now was fabric that was very thick to hide the boner he was sporting. Joel could tell from the way you spoke that you were too tired for round five, and he didn’t want you feeling like you had to go again.

He would be fine.

His dick might not deflate until dawn, but that was okay.

“Wish you missed me like this every day,” you giggled.

When Joel turned around, he was shocked to find you sprawled out on the bed—hands between your legs.

There was a shy smile on your face.

“Baby…” he trailed off, watching your fingers flit through that sticky mess where he’d left it. Where you glistened.

Where you slid your index and middle fingers up and down your slit and drew circles on your clit, eyes shining.

“What? I missed you too,” you said, tone all faux protest.

You had no idea what you did to him when you talked like that. Especially when he was drowning in a state like this.

Hard as a rock.

Throbbing.

Needy.

Scarcely even knowing what he was doing, Joel found himself over by the foot of the bed in a second. Watching your every move with a wild, wipe-open stare he still couldn’t believe you found appealing. He swallowed.

He not only looked perverted, but he felt it, too. It rarely ever left his mind, save for the four or five seconds he spent in ecstasy emptying the contents of his balls inside your cunt, that he was his age, and you were yours. That perhaps the rest of Jackson was right, and he was wrong: he had no business being around a girl like you, much less getting off inside you every night. Was this really what you wanted? A bewildering mixture of guilt, lust, and love all circulated through his skull at that moment, and the longer he spent looking at your fingers, ogling the way you teased them through his cum between your legs, the more he felt certain he was bad.

No one corrupted a thing this sweet and got to call themselves good, anyway, he thought to himself idly.

“I keep gettin’ that…feelin’,” you said under your breath.

Joel’s hand tightened in a fist, and it was then that he realized it was wrapped around his cock. Still watching.

“Yeah, baby? What feelin’?” he returned, almost as quiet.

Still stroking himself up and down, up and down, softly.

You had your legs spread open—knees splayed wider than they’d been before. And your eyes had a tender, placid sheen to them, like they just might cry if they didn’t get release of some kind soon. Then you slowed.

Your touch slipped from your clit to the opaque, sticky globs between your thighs, and that look got even softer.

More desperate.

“Can’t…explain it.” You shook your head, as if pained, and then you sank two fingers inside. Joel could hear the tiny schlick from where he stood, and it almost did him in.

You sucked in a breath and added, “It’s a special feelin’.”

Joel’s fist had already worked its way up to a ridiculous speed. Again, he sensed this might be the worst and most pathetic he’d ever looked, but by the glint in your eyes and the way you kept holding him there, he also knew you weren’t asking him to stop, either. You were needing something else—something he could provide.

Thanks to that one stupid pill.

Joel’s smile was strained as he gripped the edge of the bed, like he was trying to assuage you and him at once.

“Try me, baby. Tell me ‘bout that special feelin’.”

Your middle and ring fingers disappeared inside you.

You whined, “Ain’t fair to say it now. You’re tired, daddy.”

Like hell he was. Joel crawled over the footboard and made his way straight to you, where your body was limp.

His breaths were coming in so fast and his pulse was thrumming so hard that he almost couldn’t hear himself talking. But he ventured to speak as gently as he could.

“I’m wide awake, sweet pea. I’m all ears. Talk to me.”

And if his words didn’t communicate as much, surely the look in his eyes would’ve told you all the rest. Quietly, he slipped his torso between your legs, where you’d inserted a third finger and were moving your hips again. You were fingering yourself, breathing shallow and quick.

“It’s a feelin’ like I wanna be…stuffed…a-and full’a you.”

Joel’s whole body could’ve liquified on the spot. His brain, presently, had all the consistency of a plate of scrambled eggs if he’d had to guess. Feeling his cock swell even bigger and his hips sink lower to yours of their own accord, he had only to grit his teeth and nod his head. He felt the tip of him bump your fingers, and the sensation and the expectation nearly drove him insane.

He mumbled quietly, “Then move your hand.”

You did. You winced again. You looked as though you might be ashamed for wanting him to fill you with his spend, and Joel simply wouldn’t allow that any longer.

Without saying another word, he slid back in.

Your cum and his facilitated the slide, and you opened right up for him. You whimpered, while Joel grunted like an animal. He couldn’t help it; it all felt so fucking primal.

How you could ever feel the need to apologize for wanting more of this was more than he could take.

“Every inch of me,” Joel said, rutting deeper, “is yours.”

He withdrew to the tip, and he could feel strings of arousal linking him to you in a sickeningly sweet way.

You could scarcely even nod, just waiting for him again.

When Joel plunged back in, he heard a feral little cry, and he felt your legs wrap around his waist. He went faster. You fisted the pillow behind your head in one hand, while the other laid flat on his chest, like you were checking for a heartbeat. You could probably hear it thudding a million miles per minute right now. Your hips collided in tandem.

“D— Daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s it, open up for daddy. Good girl. It’s all yours.”

The sounds his thrusts were making were obscene.

“Every inch?” you breathed, “E-Every drop, too?”

“Every fiber of my fucking being, sweet girl.”

That made you smile, at length. Your hand slid from his chest, down his round belly, straight to a groin that was pounding hard and fast against your own. Joel groaned when he felt your touch sweep inside your legs—right in the space where his cum had come trickling out. You slid your fingers through that mess, then whimpered again.

Then you brought your hand up to your mouth.

You wrapped your lips around your cum-soaked fingers like they were the single sweetest thing, and you sucked.

Joel had no say after seeing that: he had to cum again.

It likely stunned you both—you more than him, by the look that crossed your eyes the second you felt him throb and pulse inside your cunt—but then it kept going.

Rather than stop, or slow down in the slightest, Joel found his hips pistoning faster than they had before. The whole bed frame shook, and your body trembled with every thrust, and the noises between your legs grew even louder; the sound of skin slapping skin was only amplified by the addition of Joel’s hot load in the mix.

The man was operating on impulse. You, through sheer awe and an animalistic need to have every crevice filled. You held him and you grit your teeth, and you let him keep using your body, while you used his. You kissed him.

“Go on, then—make me a daddy. Take my cum, baby,” Joel babbled, brainless, “Make your old man a daddy.”

He couldn’t tell if it were the words or the rhythm or the pleasure that had already been blossoming deep in your gut this whole time, but he felt you fall apart. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist than you had all night, and you screamed his name. Begged for more.

“Cum in me, daddy—pleasepleaseplease just cum, ju—”

And there he went. Again. Flooding your insides with his warmth and letting his cock carve a wild, relentless path through your cunt like it was all the man knew how to do. He filled you up. He felt it leaking down his length with every stab of his hips, and frankly, he didn’t care what he looked like now. You were smiling big, drawing him in for more kisses as he panted and grunted and whimpered like he never had before. He kissed back. Slowed down.

Found himself lost in your mouth as your tongue wove delectably through his own and your hands made their way to his wild, greying hair. You tugged, and he moaned.

He fucked his spend deeper without even meaning to.

All instinct again, it seemed he couldn’t get enough.

Suddenly, he felt a new, strange urge bubble up.

“I-I-I took a pill tonight,” he blurted out, “Know how badly you want this baby, and I wanna give you one.”

Or two. Or twenty. He was barely capable of speech, let alone rational cognition, so he just spoke whatever came to his mind then, still snug inside your legs and panting.

“A pill?” you whispered back.

Joel’s gaze locked with yours.

He felt stupid for it all at once.

“Yeah. Yeah, I just— I know I’m gettin’ on in years, and I probably can’t fuck the way I used to. And you deserve someone who can…Maybe a guy your age, but that—”

“—is the single dumbest thing you have ever said to me,” you finished for him, eyes narrowing swiftly in a scowl.

When Joel tried talking again, you cut him off.

“I don’t care what any guy my age is doing, or could do. I want babies with you, and that includes every part, OK?”

Your look softened momentarily, seeing his lips twitch down—you could probably see he wasn’t believing you.

Then you cradled his face in your palms. You smiled. You brushed his nose with yours, and you kissed him again, and with what little strength you likely had left in your body, you dug your heels in his ass and pulled him deeper. Both of you let out soft, low grunts at the effort.

“If you fucked like this at twenty-five, my body wouldn’t have survived anyway,” you whispered in reassurance. Biting back a laugh as Joel smiled, too, “I like things just the way they are. Just like how I hope you like me, too.”

“No—I love you.” Joel shook his head, almost plaintive.

And for the first time that night, he felt himself soften.

Whether it was the pill wearing off or that first thread of vulnerability stretching out between your body and his, he didn’t really care. He kissed the tip of your nose and was about to say something more, when you cut back in.

“I love you more. And since we’re being honest tonight,” you started quietly, nipping at your bottom lip a second, “I might…need you back at the apothecary tomorrow.”

Joel’s face fell.

“Wh— is something wrong, baby?” His voice was tight.

He hated seeing David, but, of course, he’d go back there in a heartbeat if it meant getting you the medication you needed. His stomach was starting to churn, when you reached up to hold his face again. You shook your head.

“No, no, Joel, I’m fine. But I may need prenatal vitamins.”

Now his eyes were going wide. His cheeks heated under your palms, and his cock twitched inside you, reflexively.

“You mean…” he murmured, unable to finish. Swallowing.

Beneath him, he saw you smile and nod.

He nearly choked hearing what followed:

“I meant to tell you earlier, but…my period’s a little late.”

welcome to the mess, glad to have you 💕

current series: yellow

group masterlists: BTS | Stray Kids | Ateez

other: what I use to make my smaus

alice in borderland season 2 out of context

hatter: if you were to die what would your last words be?

aguni: finally

hatter: no—

“Sometimes you need to distance yourself and create alone time so you can really discover what you want out of life.”

— Unknown

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE !

what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids hyung line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , breeding kink , primal play , vaginal fingering , oral (m. rec) , deepthroat , unprotected sex , creampies , masturbation (m. rec) , phone sex , diy porn , sex while filming

a/n ⸝⸝ requested skz version of my txt drabble! i’m lowkey not a big fan of this… but here it is anyway lol. [ 0. 7k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝔅ANGCHAN

chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings– so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. he’s definitely having you get more of these.

𝔐INHO

minho’s immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because you’re very persuasive when you’re pouting. he’ll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didn’t feel a thing, as he’s lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. he’s completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.

𝓒HANGBIN

changbin always finds some way to derail your plans… you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding things— your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phone’s speaker and making your pussy throb. “i need you so bad,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up, “need your pussy so bad…” detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; “binnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?” “um… maybe?”

𝓗YUNJIN

the candies were his idea, actually— he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldn’t even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them… but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each other’s clothes til you were both bare in eachother’s arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of it’s tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for release— he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. you’re his favorite work of art, and he just can’t get enough of showing it off.

"Your so beautiful" "I know isn't she" "I was talking about you"

Changbin fluff coming home from the hospital

Warning: Body insecurities, just gave birth, reader get really upset and doesn't feel totally better at the end (I don't know if that really a warning, mentions of nursing/breastfeeding a baby (tell me if I missed something)

She doesn't really feel that much better at the end because I think it's unrealistic for the reader to suddenly feel better after something someone else says. Sometimes your just upset and you need to be upset to make your self feel better in the future if that makes sense. Also don't mind what changbin says I'm bad at comforting people so I tried my best. I think it lacking a little something but I'll try and make it better as time goes on and I get more into writing.

You were sitting on your couch holding you 2 day old baby girl. You had just come home from the hospital a couple of hours ago.

Birth is a very painful, stressful, and interesting to say the least. Your body had changed so much during your pregnancy but it slowly changed over 9 months. Giving you some time to get used to it as your body got bigger.

Birth is nothing like that though. Even if your a little chubby everyone thinks your super cute when your pregnant. Whenever people look at a pregnant person you don't think "hmm I wonder how much weight she's gained" you usually think "aww she looks so good for being 9 months pregnant, her body's creating a life".

After birth everyone losses that mentality but your body doesn't change for at least a couple of weeks. Not to even mention all the different hormones and emotions going through your body during this time.

You think of how amazing your baby girl is and how you would go through labor a thousand time again to have her. Then you look in the mirror and see every part of your self that you liked before you got pregnant has changed.

After having your baby girl your anxiety and depression worsened. It was hard for you to think of one thing that liked about your self. Your self confidence before getting pregnant wasn't super strong or anything but you've never felt like this.

Your mama bear instincts came out. You got so anxious when ever someone else was holding your baby besides your husband Changbin of course. You loved seeing him with her. It almost felt like your only purpose in life was to take care of this baby. You know Changbin would never leave you but it scared you what he thought of you know that you thought your body was "ruined".

Looking at your wonderful baby girl as she's fast asleep in your arms your husband comes and sits next to you. He sits facing you with and arm next to your shoulders. He starts admiring you baby girl too.

Then he looks up at you. You get a little freaked out from how long he was looking at you. You were trying to figure out what would make him do that. Your scared to fully look at him. Scared he'll see how puffy your face is and your dark under eye circles.

"Your so beautiful" he says. You can really hear the emotion in his voice. It almost sounds like he could cry

"I know isn't she perfect"

"I was talking about you" even though you were scared you turned you face to see him. The love in his eyes and the smile that shows up on his face when he sees your full face

"I'm never gonna look the same though. What if my stomach always stays this big. What if....." you start tearing up and you stop talking before you fully start crying.

"Y/n I know you've changed a lot before you got pregnant vs now. But the way I see you will always be the same. I didn't fall in love with you because of your body. No physical changes would ever make me stop loving you. And I know your hormones is making things harder emotionally but I want you to know that I will always be there. And if you ever need a reminder of how gorgeous you are just tell me and I could go on and on. You think our daughter is beautiful and when I look at her I just see a mini you."

You had a lot of tears streaming down your face at this point. Everything was just so overwhelming you couldn't talk. All the emotions of how you felt about your self being contradicted by Changbins words made your head feel like it was gonna explode. But you were trying hard to not let out a sob because you didn't want to wake your daughter.

Almost as Changbin read your thoughts he picks up your baby and puts her in the baby swing. He comes back and scoots you over so your on his lap. "I know it gonna take more than just once for you to believe me but I'll say it as many times as you need." He said as he puts his head and hand on top of yours. You let out the sobs that you were holding in. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as he rocked you. It made you feel like the baby but it really did make you feel better.

After taking some deep breaths to calm down you pull away to look at your perfect husband. He wipes you tears and tells you some more how much he loves you.

He tells you to lay down and take a nap to help you calm down. And being tired wasn't helping with how stressed out you were. It scared you to leave taking care of the baby all to him but he assured you. Anytime you needed a nap during the day that he would take care of her. You have been up all night nursing her. He tries to do as much as he can during the night but when your the only one who can feed her there's not much he can do. So he wants to make it up to you.

He tucks you in on the couch. And as you almost fall asleep immediately you hear him say.

"I love you and good night beautiful"

Also this is my first time writing so don't judge me to hard 😄 also thank you for reading.