I Definitely Need That Hyunjin Idea With The New Piercing And Male Reader. Like I Need It So Bad

I definitely need that hyunjin idea with the new piercing and male reader. Like I need it so bad

Hidden Piercing

Paring:D Piercing!Top!Hyunjin x Bttm!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n:Sorry for the delay in uploading, I had some school work to finish. Also, I will be posting tons of fics next Wednesday for my birthday. Please feel free to send me your requests.

Hyunjin and M/n, college roommates, had been in a blissful relationship for several months now. Their bond was nothing short of fluff, with only occasional makeout sessions as their form of intimacy. However, there was one secret that Hyunjin had been desperate to share with M/n; before they had even started dating, Hyunjin had gotten an eyebrow piercing, which M/n was well aware of. The truth was, Hyunjin was so obsessed with his eyebrow piercing that he decided to get another one; this time, a dick piercing. He had heard good things about it, and wanted to try it out.

Fast forward to the present day, where the two lovers were cuddled up on Hyunjin's bed, watching a movie together. As the film progressed, their affection for each other only grew, and they soon found themselves entangled in a passionate makeout session. Amidst their heated exchange of tongues and saliva, Hyunjin finally managed to confess his secret to M/n. "I-I got another piercing… a dick piercing," he stammered between kisses.

M/n's eyes widened in surprise before a playful smirk spread across his lips. "Really? Show me," he purred, arching his back invitingly. Hyunjin could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as he reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his pierced member. "Oh my god," M/n breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. "It's so sexy…"

Their lips met again, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other's bodies. Hyunjin felt M/n's warm, bare skin against his own, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He positioned himself between M/n's legs, guiding his pierced length to his lover's needy asshole. M/n moaned loudly, the sound filling the room as Hyunjin slowly thrust forward, feeling the heat and tightness engulf him.

The friction was exquisite, and Hyunjin moved faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. M/n arched his back, grinding his hips against Hyunjin's pelvis in perfect rhythm. The sensation of Hyunjin's pierced cock sliding in and out of him was unlike anything M/n had ever felt before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire body.

Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as their passion grew. Hyunjin reached down, grasping M/n's cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. M/n felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in his belly. He gripped the sheets, digging his nails into the soft fabric as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He could feel M/n's hole clenching around him, urging him on, and it drove him wild. He leaned forward, burying his face in M/n's neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent that emanated from his skin.

M/n arched his back, throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the intense pleasure wash over him. His inner walls clenched tight around Hyunjin's pierced cock, milking him as he came, his cum spilling over both their hands and chests. The sensation of being filled by Hyunjin, feeling the vibrations of his orgasm as he thrust deep inside him, was more than M/n could bear.

Hyunjin felt M/n's body tense and relax around him, the warmth of his cum spreading through his fingers as he continued to thrust. His own release built inside him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. He looked down at M/n, watching as his lover's eyes fluttered open, a dazed expression on his face.

"That was incredible," M/n breathed, reaching up to touch Hyunjin's cheek. "I didn't think anything could feel better than your eyebrow piercing, but…" He trailed off with a wicked smile, his hand moving down to grip Hyunjin's hip. "I guess I was wrong."

hi hi~ me again... sorry

I was wondering if maybe you'd consider writing something for me again?

I was hoping for maybe something with poly Chan and Jisung x ftm reader where the three of you get into a MAJOR fight and y'all ignore each other, sleeping separately, avoiding eachother etc. after it bc you're all unable to fully calm down until they find you crying and rush to comfort you just to find out your crying from being so pent up and unable to get off without them and they help you with angry makeup sex?

Kiss And Make Up

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Paring: Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Little Angst First, Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The air was heavy with tension, the walls seeming to close in around them. It was as if the very fabric of their lives had begun to unravel, threadbare and worn. The three of them stood in the living room, not daring to look at one another, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their secrets pressing down on their shoulders like an unbearable burden.

Jisung and Chan, both members of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, had been neglecting their relationship with M/n, the bottom in their triad. Their busy schedules had left them little time for each other, and they'd begun to take M/n for granted. The longer it went on, the more resentment built up inside them all.

Finally, they found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls were closing in around them. Jisung and Chan exchanged guilty glances, unable to meet each other's eyes. They knew they needed to confront their feelings, but the weight of their secrets made it difficult to find the words.

M/n, on the other hand, looked like a lost child. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was etched with pain. He had tried to be understanding, to give them space, but the loneliness had been overwhelming. He wished they could go back to the way things were before, when they were a united front, a powerful triad that nobody dared to cross.

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances again, their anger momentarily forgotten as they took in the despair in M/n's eyes. They knew they had to fix this, not just for themselves but for M/n as well. They moved toward him, their hands reaching out to touch him gently on the shoulders.

"M/n, we're sorry," Jisung began, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been so selfish, neglecting you like this… We didn't mean to hurt you."

M/n looked up at them, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "I know you've been busy," he whispered. "It's just… I miss you. I feel so alone."

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances once more, their hearts breaking at the pain in M/n's voice. They moved closer, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace. "We miss you too, M/n," Chan whispered. "We should have made more time for you." Jisung confessed.

M/n leaned into their touch, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "I just wanted us to be together again," he said, his voice barely audible. "I felt so lonely without you." He pulled away slightly, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Can we try again? Be a real triad again?"

Jisung and Chan exchanged another glance, their hearts full of regret and determination. They nodded in unison, promising each other that this time would be different. They would make sure to make time for M/n, to cherish their bond as a triad.

Gently, they led M/n to a nearby bed, their hands moving with a tender urgency. They stripped him down to his underwear, revealing his pale, quivering skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion. Jisung and Chan could see the want in his eyes, the need for them just as much as they needed him.

As they knelt before him, their fingers danced over the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down. M/n's pussy came into view, wet and swollen, begging for their touch. His hips rose to meet their hands as they parted his lips, revealing his tight little hole. Jisung and Chan looked into each other's eyes, their anger and hurt momentarily forgotten as they focused on the task at hand: pleasuring their beloved M/n.

Their tongues flicked out, circling his entrance, teasing and taunting. They moved in perfect unison, their hands gripping his hips as they began to thrust inside him. M/n let out a strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. His pussy clamped down on their fingers, milking them for every ounce of pleasure.

Jisung gazed up at M/n, his eyes full of adoration and regret. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," hem stood up and whispered into M/n's ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have made more time for us." He moved his hand to cup M/n's cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear.

Chan's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe he'd been so selfish, focusing on his own needs and desires instead of M/n's. He leaned in to press kisses to M/n's clit. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been there for you too."

Chan stood up and moved between M/n's legs, his face flushed with emotion. He roughly parted M/n's lips with his fingers, exposing the wet, swollen folds within. M/n whimpered, arching his back in anticipation. With a feral growl, Chan moved his tip near M/n's entrance, teasing and taunting before finally pushing inside.

M/n cried out, the pleasure from Chan's ministrations mixing with the release of his pent-up emotions. He grabs Jisung's waist band, tugging him closer. Jisung's cock, already hard from the sight of M/n's wetness, slides between M/n's mouth. M/n opens wide, taking as much of Jisung in as he can. His tongue darts out, tracing the vein on Jisung's shaft as he sucks. His other hand grips Chan's hip, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside.

Chan's thrusts grow rougher, more desperate. He can feel the tension beginning to build inside himself, the impending release of all his anger and frustration. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry," he pants, "I should have been there for you." His hips buck harder, his cock slapping against M/n's prostate with each thrust.

Jisung's hand tangles in M/n's hair, holding his head still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. His free hand grips M/n's hip, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His eyes meet Chan's in the mirror, and he sees the same regret and longing there. He knows they both have a lot of making up to do, but for now, this moment, it feels like they're back on track.

As the pleasure builds inside him, Chan's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. His eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in concentration. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest, the impending release of all his pent-up emotions. He looks down at M/n, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, and he knows he's never going to let him go again.

M/n moans around Jisung's cock, his head rolling back as the sensations wash over him. His fingers dig into Chan's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel the wetness between his legs, the evidence of how much he's missed this connection, how much he's needed them both.

As the pleasure builds, M/n's body tightens, and he lets out a cry that seems to echo through the room. His orgasm rips through him, shuddering his body as he comes, hot and sticky, over their hands. He arches his back, pressing closer to them both, relishing in the feel of their skin against his.

Chan's thrusts don't slow as he feels the tension build inside himself. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. He sees the love and need for them both reflected back in his gaze, and it gives him the strength to release, to let go of the anger and hurt that had been holding him back. His movements grow more frenzied, more urgent, as he comes, filling M/n with his seed.

Jisung feels the tremors run through Chan's body, and it pushes him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, spilling his release over M/n's tongue. Their bodies are flush together now, sweat-slick and breathless. The tension that had been building between them for so long is finally released, leaving them both spent and satisfied.

I've recently started listening to Aespa more and I was wondering whether I should add them to my masterlist.

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Double The Trouble

Paring: Angel!Yongbok x Bottom!Male reader x Devil!Felix

Genre: smut

Summary: The Angel and Devil on your shoulders decide to show you what's the best option for spending your night.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I've wanted to write this fic for a while, but it took me ages to find the picture of the two Felixes.

As M/n stood in front of his bed, lost in thought about whether he should jerk off or use one of his toys, he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if two opposing forces were now somehow present on his bed, just a few feet away. Curious, he glanced over and saw two figures lying side by side on his bed. One was a blonde-haired man with a soft, gentle expression; the other was a dark-haired man with a more intense, brooding demeanor. The blonde-haired man, named Yongbok, seemed to be trying to stop the dark-haired man, Felix, from doing something. But Felix, with his piercing eyes and confident grin, appeared to be having none of it. "Use us," Felix purred, gesturing towards himself and his twin brother. "You know you want to."

With a shiver of anticipation, M/n climbed onto the bed and straddled the twin brothers. He reached out, gripping their T-shirts in his fists as he lowered his weight onto their chests. Their muscles flexed beneath his skin, and he could feel the heat emanating from their bodies. "Felix, please," Yongbok whimpered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of M/n's heart. "Let him decide for himself."

But Felix's only response was a wicked grin as he raised his hips, pressing his erection against M/n's entrance. "Oh, he's decided, brother," Felix growled, his voice low and threatening. "He's decided that he wants us both." And with that, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deep inside of M/n.

M/n cried out, arching his back as the thick length of Felix's cock stretched him, filling him completely. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling the pain and pleasure mingle into something primal and overwhelming. Yongbok watched helplessly from the side, his own erection straining against his pants.

Felix began to thrust roughly, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him. M/n cried out, the sensation too much to bear as he felt himself begin to lose control. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix was creating.

Yongbok, watching from the side, felt a mixture of envy and longing as he watched his brother take control of M/n. He wanted to be the one to make him feel that way, to claim him and show him the pleasure that only an angel could bring. But for now, he could only watch as Felix continued to take M/n to the brink of ecstasy.

Felix's thrusts grew wilder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he drove deeper and faster. M/n's cries of pleasure were intermingled with gasps of air as he struggled to keep up with the intense sensations coursing through his body. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his spine, pooling between their bodies.

Yongbok, watching from the side, could no longer contain himself. He reached out, gently grasping M/n's cock and beginning to stroke it in time with Felix's thrusts. The sensation of having two of his favorite people touching him at once was overwhelming, and he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, sensing Yongbok's touch, growled low in his throat, "You're just jealous, brother." He thrust deeper, forcing M/n to moan in pleasure as he felt both their hands moving on him. "But I'll share." He thrust harder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back and cried out, "Yes, please!" His body tensed, and he felt the familiar tightening in his gut as he neared his release. He gripped the sheets tighter, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to hold on.

Felix, sensing the impending climax, picked up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming frantic and unrelenting. He growled, "That's it, my pretty boy. Let it all out." His hips slammed against M/n's ass, his cock filling M/n to the brink.

Yongbok, feeling the tension building in M/n's body, increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers moving faster and firmer against M/n's skin. He leaned in, pressing their lips together as he thrust his tongue into M/n's mouth, tasting the sweetness of their shared desire.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back further, his hips bucking against Felix's thrusts. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, feeling the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix and Yongbok had created.

Felix's grip on M/n's hips tightened, his thrusts growing even wilder as he felt M/n's body tensing beneath him. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire and need. Yongbok's fingers moved faster on M/n's cock, his touch rough and demanding as he stroked him in time with Felix's thrusts.

M/n felt himself on the brink of release, his whole body trembling with anticipation. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, his hips bucking against Felix's relentless thrusts. His vision blurred as the sensations built up inside him, and he felt the first wave of release wash over him. He cried out, arching his back as he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets and his own hand.

Felix, sensing the change in M/n's body, thrust harder, his hips slamming against M/n's ass as he felt the tightening around his cock. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and came as well, his hot seed spilling inside M/n as he laid down on the bed underneath him.

Yongbok, still hard from watching Felix fuck M/n, crawled up on the bed and pick M/n up from his brother's lap, and positioned himself between M/n's spread legs. He lined his cock up with M/n's opening, the head teasing the puckered hole as he looked down at M/n's face. "F-fuck, yer still s' t-tight, dammit!" he murmured, before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

M/n cried out, arching his back as Yongbok filled him once again. The sensation of being so full was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their cum, and rubbed it over his swollen cock. He moaned, feeling the tingle of arousal return as he stroked himself.

As Yongbok's pace increased, so did the wetness between M/n's legs. He reached down, his fingers coated in their combined juices, and massaged his swollen cock. The feeling was exquisite, and he could feel himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, who had rolled onto his side to watch them, propped himself up on one elbow. He smiled, admiring the sight of Yongbok thrusting into M/n. "You look so fucking good like that M/n," he murmured.

M/n moaned, the sound filling the room as he felt Yongbok's thrusts growing deeper and faster. He arched his back, pressing his hips up to meet each thrust. The sensation of being so full of cum and cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their combined juices, and stroked his swollen cock.

As he neared the edge, he glanced over at Felix, who was watching them intently. Seeing the desire in his eyes, he felt a surge of power and need. He reached out, hooking his leg around Yongbok's waist, and drew him closer. "Fuck me harder," he gasped, feeling the pressure building inside him.

Yongbok obeyed, thrusting deeper and faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pounded into him. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a primal symphony of desire and need. M/n's fingers dug into the sheets, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he felt himself on the brink of release. He could feel Felix's gaze burning into him, and it only served to fuel the fire within.

As Yongbok continued to thrust, M/n arched his back, his body tense and ready to explode. With a guttural cry, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the sheets beneath him. His vision blurred, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He felt Yongbok's cock twitch inside him, and then he was coming as well, filling M/n's ass with his seed.

Their bodies still joined, they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Felix crawled up beside them, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he ran his hand over M/n's sweat-slickened skin. "You were so fucking hot like that, M/n," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Yongbok propped himself up on one elbow to look down at M/n. "You're incredible," he breathed, tracing a finger along the other man's jawline. "I can't get enough of you." He leaned in, their lips brushing together in a chaste kiss.

Can you please do the office meeting fucking "hyunjin x m'reader" please?? I'm begging you! :D

Boss's Request

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Paring: Top!Boss!Hyunjin x Bttm!Assisant!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Hyunjin decides to spice up the meeting after being pent up and teased by you all day.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The fashion world was abuzz with anticipation as the new Hwang Hyunjin line was about to be unveiled. M/n, the boss's "personal" assistant, was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, making sure every last detail was perfect. Hyunjin himself was pacing the floor, his usually immaculate suit rumpled and his hair mussed. Something was clearly bothering him, but no one could quite put their finger on it. Everyone else was too focused on the new designs and the potential impact they could have on the industry.

Meanwhile, M/n caught a glimpse of Hyunjin stealing glances in his direction every now and then. It was almost as if the boss was… admiring him. M/n couldn't help but feel a blush creep up his neck. He'd been with Hyunjin for long enough to know that look, and it usually meant trouble.

As the final touches were being put on the collection, Hyunjin called M/n over to his office. Once the door was closed and they were alone, Hyunjin leaned against his desk, his eyes raking over M/n's body. "You've been busy lately," he purred. "I've barely seen you. I've missed…" He trailed off, biting his bottom lip. "I've missed my stress reliever."

M/n felt his heart skip a beat. He knew exactly what Hyunjin meant. Their relationship had been secret for months, but it was no secret that whenever M/n was around, Hyunjin seemed to forget about everything else. He was always so focused on M/n, and it drove him wild.

As the two went to the meeting and sat down, M/n could feel Hyunjin's eyes on him, even when he was speaking with the other designers. It was a mix of desire and possessiveness that made M/n's blood race. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help but feel turned on by the attention.

The meeting went on, with M/n doing his best to keep his mind on the task at hand. But every time Hyunjin shifted in his seat or let out a soft groan, M/n's focus would slip. It was obvious that Hyunjin was struggling to contain himself, and M/n couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he gave in to those urges.

Finally, midway through the presentation, M/n felt Hyunjin's hand snake its way up his inner thigh. He glanced over in surprise, only to find Hyunjin's dark eyes locked on him. The boss's expression was a mix of desire and possession that made M/n's heart race. Without another word, Hyunjin leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I can't take it anymore. Bend over the table."

Embarrassment washed over M/n as he complied, lowering his body and resting his elbows on the smooth surface. He felt Hyunjin's fingers trace the line of his boxers and pants before they were roughly yanked down, exposing him. The cool air from the air conditioner hit his sensitive skin, making him shiver.

But any hint of modesty was quickly forgotten as Hyunjin's hard length pressed against his entrance. There was no gentleness in the thrust, only a primal need that took control of the boss. M/n let out a gasp as Hyunjin pushed deeper, filling him completely.

Their moans filled the conference room full with employees, drowning out the sounds of the other designers as they presented their work. M/n could feel Hyunjin's hips slapping against his ass, driving himself deeper inside him with each thrust. He arched his back, unable to contain his own pleasure as his boss took control of him.

The other employees shifted uncomfortably in their seats, trying to pretend like they weren't watching the intimate scene unfolding before them. But Hyunjin didn't seem to care; he continued to fuck M/n, his gaze never leaving the other people in the room. He let out a husky laugh as he pulled out, only to thrust back in harder. "See, M/n? They're all looking away. They're afraid of what I'll do to them if they say anything about this. And you? You're mine. You have no reason to be embarrassed."

M/n gasped as Hyunjin's words sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt, knowing that they were putting on a show for everyone. It was a power play, and Hyunjin was in control. He arched his back, meeting Hyunjin's thrusts with equal fervor. The boss's cock felt impossibly big inside him, stretching him in ways he hadn't thought possible.

"That's it, baby," he whispered in M/n's ear. "Make them jealous. Make them wish it was them up there, taking my cock." With each thrust, Hyunjin's hips slapped against M/n's ass, driving him deeper inside. The boss's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, holding him in place as he took him roughly.

M/n could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure overwhelming him as he felt so completely owned by his boss. He moaned Hyunjin's name, the sound filling the room as he lost control. His muscles tensed, and he arched his back, meeting Hyunjin's thrusts with a ferocity that left them both gasping for breath.

As he came, M/n felt Hyunjin's own release, felt the hot liquid spill over his entrance as the boss found his own release inside him. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, the rhythm of their movements mirroring the power struggle that had brought them to this moment.

When at last they came down from their shared high, Hyunjin pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. He straightened his tie, adjusting his suit jacket before turning back to face the others in the room. His expression was cool and confident, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.

M/n, on the other hand, felt a mixture of emotions as he tried to regain his composure. His heart raced, his body still trembling from the intense release. He looked around, feeling the weight of the other designers' gazes on him, knowing that they had all witnessed what had just happened. But he also felt a newfound sense of power, of being a part of something bigger than himself.

Hyunjin leaned back against the table, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His eyes met M/n's, and there was a smug satisfaction in them that M/n couldn't quite place. "Well," he said, his voice still husky from their exertions, "I think that's enough for today. You all have your assignments. Get back to your desks and make me proud."

As the other designers began to file out of the room, murmuring amongst themselves, M/n lingered behind, still feeling the aftershocks of their encounter. Hyunjin placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards the door. "Come on, M/n," he whispered in his ear, "let's go back to my office and discuss your performance today."