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“I don’t think Hyejin told her where exactly we want them,” Hyunjin smirked as he got up and walked towards you. He stood right behind you and spoke into your ear with a very soft voice. “These are supposed to be pelvic tattoos, beautiful.”

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Work. That was all you knew.

You had a serious bone to pick with the cupid by now. Strings? More like a string of unsatisfactory relationships. When the sex was great, the conversation wasn’t. If the conversation was great, then the sex wasn’t. Once in a blue moon when both of them would be okayish, this time there would be no intellectual stimulation, so take your pick from the sea that’s actually a bathtub where the only available fish are fuckboy tuna, clingy salmon, or freshwater cod that only likes to swim on the shallow end; so easy to catch but so goddamn bland. The more time went by, the more you were convinced it was impossible to find an acceptable balance, so thanks, but no thanks. Why would you have to be the one to compromise your needs? Fuck that. 

In conclusion, all men can kindly fuck right off because I ain’t your mama. Anything you can do I can do better because I have my ride or die vibrators with me.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you were leading this double life, though. On the outside, you were this ‘cool chick’. Independent. Self-sufficient. The sassy badass who cursed a lot for her own good but considering her scoreboard, indeed very charming. A renowned interior designer who owned a successful business, so much so that she didn’t look for work anymore; the work would find her, which meant a ridiculously high-end network with the galas, fancy dinners, luxury bar openings, and all that jazz.

When you were by yourself, however…

Your close friend, or main bitch as you called her, Hyejin accidentally got you into it something over a Friday brunch, completely unaware of the impact this was going to have on your life.

“I swear to god, the porn industry needs to step up its game,” you scarfed down your bagel, “Not everybody is the nymphomaniac that gets off to everything, you know? I can’t even get wet while watching some of this shit.”

“Does it have to be a video?” Hyejin asked matter-of-factly while sipping on her Bellini, “I mean there are many different mediums out there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, woke bitch?”

She shrugged, “Like, have you tried reading porn?”

You looked at her with cocked brows, “How does that even work? Do I walk into a bookstore and go like ‘Hey, what’s your bestsellers on thigh riding?’”

Hyejin almost snorted her drink out of her nose because of how hard she laughed, “This is not the 56k modem era anymore, you know that right?” she wiped her mouth, “You can just read stuff on the internet. Just go home and google ‘adult stories’ or ‘smut’. I promise you’ll find a bunch of good stuff. I personally like hanging out at Tumblr.”

No matter how ridiculous that sounded, that was literally how your Tumblr addiction started. You turned into this goddamn hyperfixationist who heavily indulged in reading smut and yelling about fictional characters online. You kept telling yourself there was nothing wrong with a woman enjoying some steamy erotica every now and then because imagination was the best porn, after all. However, you’d never tell this to anyone else because of the boss bitch reputation you had to maintain. Especially in the cutthroat industry circle you were in where money rained like it was fucking monsoon season.

Besides the going completely feral over written porn thing, you also drew as an outlet because you found a weird sense of comfort in sketching stuff that was not strictly the straight lines and sharp angles of a room. You would create some designs for Hyejin every now and then to use in her tattoo studio as well, and she eventually offered to teach you the art itself. Why not make it a lucrative side hustle since you clearly enjoyed the crap out of it? It wasn’t that easy to get you to buy into the idea, though.

“Remind me, why did I start learning this again?”

“Because it’s like boxing where you punch people with a needle,” she informed you with a dead serious face, “Great stress reliever.”

You weren’t sure whether you should have been curious or concerned.

“I say this with all the love in the world, Jin, but you need help.”

“And you need to get laid,” she instantly retorted while preparing the ink.

“But I alr-”

“Dicked down.”

“I know, I alr-”

“By an actual human being.”

Just like that, your entire defense on your polyamorous relationship with your toys went out the window.

“Then, no thanks.”

“When was the last time you saw a dick in real life, seriously?” Hyejin asked, entirely annoyed by your relentless refusal to meet anybody. Not that you had anything against people, it was just that nothing was intriguing enough for you. It didn’t seem like it would be worth wasting your time on getting to know somebody when you already knew how it was gonna end. If you happened to come across someone who was decent-looking, knew how to put two sentences together, a little on the adult side of the intellectual swimming pool, and was willing to be a freak in your sheets, by all means. Nevertheless, you knew this was an outline of a prince charming that belonged to a twisted fairy tale, so why bother? You briefly paused to take a look into the disaster drawer residing in a far corner of your mind.

“When I dated your friend who was a bit too into roleplaying. Not to mention he corrupted me for good.”

“Who?”

“Hongjoong.”

“BITCH, THAT WAS LIKE A YEAR AGO!”

You shrugged, not one bit interested in the prospect of matchmaking, and channeled all your attention to the orange in your hand, the canvas where you kept practicing your tattooing skills whenever there wasn’t some bare skin to adorn. Don’t get it twisted, you were as much frustrated, if not concerned, as Hyejin about the lack of sheer desire to fuck the daylights out of someone. You really really missed that feeling and that was why, especially on faded nights, your hand would hover over your phone to call Hongjoong to experience that one more time because you were about to forget what that was like.

He was the aforementioned prince charming from the twisted fairyland, who was also the one to call it quits because neither of you could prioritize each other over work. Cue the ‘They got nothing on you’ dramatics when you didn’t even fucking try because you couldn’t help wondering if he was feeling the same way.

You were probably the first hobbyist tattoo artist ever, picking this up just for shits and giggles with no intention of making a career out of it, but Hyejin was very much content with the situation since it meant you could be her backup artist to substitute some of her appointments whenever she was swamped. Her clientele was very… eccentric to say the least.

Fucking rich people.

While you kept shading a lizard on the orange to give it a 3D effect and make it pop, Hyejin broke into a smirk all of a sudden as she looked at her schedule and asked you ever so casually.

“Actually, do you mind taking over my Friday appointment? I totally forgot I was supposed to go lingerie shopping with Jennie. She’s gonna drag my ass throughout the town that day.”

“Depends,” you responded without taking your eyes off what looked like an actual lizard eating the orange by then, “Is it another whiny bitch that wants a tramp stamp? I can’t sit here for two hours listening to someone hissing like a snake. No matter how much I want it to be, this ain’t the Slytherin common room.”

“No, it’s two guys,” she handed you the design sheet to examine, “They came up with this themselves.”

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw what was on the sheet. The texture, the shading, the figures themselves looked like they came out of very proficient hands, but your mind immediately painted you a picture of two disgustingly buff guys that wanted tattoos on their biceps to flex them. In your experience, the gym dudes with their half-naked mirror selfies and fine artwork didn’t mix, so whatever the fuck was up with this indeed?

“What time?”

“Midnight. That’s when they get off work,” Hyejin’s grin got wider, “I think you’ll get a kick out of this particular appointment.”

“Gentlemen.”

Chris greeted the seven other guys in the conference room waiting for him to arrive, looking slightly disheveled like he was trying to mask a severe hangover. Minho was all smiles upon seeing his business partner finally gracing the room, and while his tone was disgustingly sweet, what he actually conveyed was nothing less than psychopathically intimidating.

“You’re late. Again.”

“I wasn’t aware I had to punch in for my own fucking business,” Chris sat down in the chair next to him facing the gigantic LED TV.

“It’s my business as much as yours, so…” Minho shot him a death glare behind a civil composure, “Be here at 7 AM sharp like the rest of us unless you wanna accidentally choke on dark roast one morning. Or you know, arsenic.”

Chris looked at Minho for five seconds straight with a done look and then turned his attention to the table, “If Minho’s done throwing a fit, we can begin,” he fired up his laptop and continued, “Usual Monday agenda. Theme ideas for upcoming weeks, please.”

After a brief pause of brainstorming Seungmin broke the silence, “Traditions.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“We could do something like a Joseon theme. Either warriors or princes.”

“Like a feast in the palace,” Jeongin added, “Could be thrown in the honor of our guests or ourselves depending on which direction we go with.”

“Oh, I like this,” Chris squinted his eyes, “What would be the focus of the night?”

“Well, princes don’t do the simping, do they?” Jisung commented, “Cue the concubine guests for the night.”

“That’s exactly why we should be simping,” Hyunjin countered with a smile, “Nothing that strokes the ego more than being someone’s chart-topper. And if that someone is actually a prince everybody’s battling over the attention of?”

“I can practically feel the wetness on my fingers,” Changbin flashed a controrted smile, “Fucking love this.”

“Hyunjin’s gonna break his all-time record with that one,” Jisung cackled, “You’re gonna have some serious catching up to do, Lix.”

“No gap is unclosable. Pun very much intended,” Felix kept rotating the pen between his fingers dexterously, leisurely swerving side-to-side on his chair, “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

“We’re yet to hear you contribute, Freckles,” Minho snapped at Felix’s way too comfortable posture, “Do the flexing after the fact, not before.”

“Fine,” Felix sighed, “MILF night.”

“You might be onto something deranged motherfucker,” Chris pointed his pen at Felix, “Elaborate.”

Felix sat up upon Minho’s non-stop staring without any blinks and responded, “Simple. We host the literal desperate housewives who don’t get the much-needed attention from their husbands. Can you imagine if they are actually breastfeeding? My fucking god,” he sighed with his eyes closed, leaning back into his chair again. True to his nature, Felix's pitch was so fucking unhinged that a momentary silence took over the room.

“Just how the fuck do you envision us doing that? Do you have a contact list of people who’s recently given birth?” Minho berated him, in complete disbelief of what he was hearing. Chris seconded.

“Seriously Lix, A+ on the creativity as usual but for the jillionth time, please indulge in those in your own time.”

“What? I just wanna provide an experience of a lifetime, my lord,” Felix addressed Chris directly, “It’s one of those things that you just know a lot of people are curious about.”

“And I just wanna overstimulate someone until I make them pass out at least three times, but our legal insurance doesn’t cover that, either. Moving on,” Chris scrapped the idea at lightspeed, “Did the draft designs arrive for the bachelorette thing?”

“Yes,” Minho turned on the TV connected to his computer for a collective review. The drafts were supposed to be interior design mockups for the bachelorette party theme requested by one of their regulars, and Chris’ brief to the firm they were working with was that it was supposed to spell class. Yet, all he could see on the screen was the goddamn neon lights blaring in different shades of red and giving him an instant headache.

“What the fuck is this pedestrianism? Do we look like we’re running a strip club?”

“No, but we’re indeed in the business of lust, my lord,” Hyunjin tried to provide some perspective being the only art-literate person in the room, “They weren’t too far off with their palette choice.”

“Not good enough, this is way too one-dimensional. We’re terminating our contract with them after I give them a goddamn encyclopedia of a revision request,” Chris tapped on Minho’s computer to signal him to make a note of it, “We need someone that could bring our vision into reality. I wanna experience a fucking moodboard in corporal form.”

“We’re gonna have to start a whole new scouting process for this, my lord,” Felix pointed out and proceeded to overtly throw shade over Chris’ Olympian-level fastidiousness, “You declined every single one of the design firms we brought to your attention.”

“Because they weren’t fucking good enough!”

Minho opened up a browser tab and typed in an address, “I think you’re gonna like this one.”

He pressed enter and an online portfolio flashed on the screen. It included frames outlining interior design work done for residential areas as well as spaces created for business, hospitality, dining, and entertainment. With each frame, Chris’s interest visibly increased.

“Oh, I like this. I fucking like this!”

“The references are solid,” Minho clicked on the related tab for Chris to see, “They have worked with some entertainment giants, as well.”

“Hyun?”

“Elegant style regardless of function. Very tasteful,” Hyunjin offered his insight with his index finger pressed against his temple, “I’m assuming colors get bolder based on the target clientele. Looks like they speak your language of nitpickiness, my lord.”

“Don’t get snarky with me. It’s called attention to detail,” Chris scoffed but still glowing with palpable excitement, “I say we book an exploratory meeting, Min.”

“Already did. We’re gonna have lunch with them.”

“When?”

“In two hours.”

“Once again proving to be the Shadow King, indeed,” Changbin snorted, “If that’ll be all, permission to leave. I gotta hit the gym in an hour and there’s the hell of traffic I need to beat.”

“Dismissed,” Chris concluded the meeting, leading everyone to get up from their seats. Hyunjin threw his arm around Felix and leaned into his ear like he was about to reveal a secret.

“You know, they keep telling you to do it on your own time but how come you’re still not giving this some serious thought? That’s literal money showers side hustle idea right there.”

“What do you mean?”

Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks, incredulous how Felix was not able to think about this by himself.

“You’re fucking with me, right? Have you never heard of voice acting before?”

“Are you legit suggesting that I audition to do voiceovers right now? Because hard pass.”

Hyunjin landed a punch on Felix’s shoulder, “No, asshole, I’m talking about acting. People lose their shit over that sexy roleplaying stuff and it indeed has a very niche audience like you pointed out earlier,” then he continued adamant to get Felix to agree to his genius idea, “Set up an NSFW blog or a webpage of some sort, connect a Patreon account, and you’re golden.”

Felix scanned Hyunjin’s face with a dubious expression to see whether he was for real or not.

“Why are you losing your mind over this idea?”

“Because I feel like a talent scout looking at a diamond mine. Obviously, I’ll demand a cut from your earnings like any manager would.”

“There it is,” Felix knowingly smiled, “My best interests at your heart thing was too far-fetched to believe anyway.”

Hyunjin reciprocated the smile but kept on insisting nevertheless in the only language Felix would understand, “Any follower, subscriber, or whatever the hell it is you trap, I’ll add that to your scoreboard, as well. It totally counts.”

The aforementioned scoreboard was a biannual tally Hyunjin and Felix were keeping regarding their guest count. Whoever came up ahead was the beneficiary of whatever they bet on six months prior, and the eventual prizes kept getting more and more expensive. First, it was just a Rolex proposed by Hyunjin; then it was a massage chair Felix wanted, and it eventually escalated into a fucking sports car. With the amount of money they were earning, it was like buying groceries for them, but it was the age-old rivalry between them that kept things interesting and winning over the other all the more satisfactory. Felix tilted his head and smiled.

“Maybe it’s time we put the unhinged thoughts to some lucrative use, huh Hyun?”

“Good morning, Yuna. What’s my schedule for today?” you stormed into the office and placed a caramel macchiato on your assistant’s desk. You must have been the only boss in the world who asked their employees how they liked their coffee, not the other way around.

“Lunch meeting at noon with potential clients. They insist on working with you.”

“Who is it?”

“Club owners.”

“Breakfast or Printworks?”

“Apparently a speakeasy.”

“O…kay?” you creased your brows upon the unexpected description, “Where am I going?”

“Four Seasons.”

“WHAT SEASONS?”

You were used to the fancy stuff coming in after the job was done as a form of thank you, most certainly not right off the bat. Your usual lunch meetings would take place at decent restaurants out of courtesy, but god-level charming attempt before even meeting you?

Sus.

“Did they provide a brief?”

“A concise one. They said they’d like to discuss it in detail face-to-face. Here,” Yuna handed you the printed document. You made your way to your office after thanking her and studied the material inside and out until lunch, even during the ride to your destination. When you walked into the place, it wasn’t that hard to spot your people of interest since they were the only ones there. Like they closed the place down for themselves. The two guys who looked like suit models put their scotch glasses down and stood up to their feet as soon as they spotted you.

“Thank you very much for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice,” one of them immediately extended his hand to shake yours, “My name is Lee Minho, and this is my business partner Chris Bang. Great pleasure to make your acquaintance in person.”

“Likewise,” you shook both their hands and sat down across them. For some mindblowing reason, they took the liberty of ordering a bottle of sauvignon blanc for you. In an ice bucket just the way you liked. In the specific brand and year that you couldn’t get enough of.

“May I?” the Chris guy gestured to the bottle and proceeded to pour it for you.

What the heck kind of charm molecules are there in your drinking water my dudes?

“I have to say, I was quite surprised when I was informed you wanted to work with me. Speakeasies are notoriously private establishments that usually have their in-house designers.”

“That’s sort of why we’re seeking your assistance,” Chris commented, “Our needs are quite specific.”

“What he means to say is that he’s an insufferably detail-oriented person. An asshole, if you will,” Minho interjected, getting you to almost choke on your wine. You were so used to meeting people who walked around with sticks up their asses that the forwardness was refreshingly welcome.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your club?”

“We prefer ‘lounge’,” Minho corrected you and continued to paint you a verbal picture of what their business entailed. From the way he described it to you, it actually sounded like a mystical teahouse. You listened intently until he finished, knocking out two glasses of wine in the meantime, and blurted out with your hands clasped on the table.

“That sounds fascinating. I initially imagined some rave shit.”

Two pairs of eyes locked on you widened in shock, but Minho was the one shattering the awkwardness with a loud cackle, dragging Chris with him. You weren’t even fazed.

“Yeah, my assistant was supposed to tell you that. I curse a lot when I get comfortable. You’ll get used to it.”

“Appreciate the candor,” said Chris as his laughter was dying down, “Well, for starters it’s an exclusive place.”

“Of?”

“We sell our skills,” Minho commented, “We practice the art of conversation. Companionship.”

“And seduction,” Chris completed his sentence and downed his scotch.

You examined his face with a twisted smile and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Mr. Bang, are you insinuating you are running a modern-day okiya where you train geishas?”

Minho and Chris shared a look and burst into another fit of laughter, clearly very entertained by your thought process.

“Male ones that do a little more than simply keeping company, but yeah, that’s the gist.”

You laughed along with them while the buzz from wine comfortably spread throughout your body. All in all, these two guys were running a club, lounge, or whatever the fuck they liked to call it where they kept people company and practiced the art of… seduction? 

Your smile slowly faded away once the realization hit.

Oh my god, this is a fucking host club!

“What’s your clientele like?” you nonchalantly asked trying your utmost best to keep your composure, causing your prospective clients to share a look again.

“You’re very investigative, aren’t you?”

“It’s called needs analysis, Mr. Lee. I have to know what you want to be able to cater to you properly,” you opened your meeting journal, “My notes here say you want to, and I quote, ’experience a fucking moodboard in corporal form.’ Is that right?”

“I just can’t,” Minho’s laughter got louder and he turned to Chris while wiping the tears from his eyes, “Didn’t I tell you she’s the best?”

“Indeed. I’m very impressed,” Chris channeled his attention to you, “Suffice it to say that it’s a closed circle of people.”

“You have regulars?”

“We do, but we’re only able to host them every six months or so.”

“Why?”

“Our waiting list tends to be very long. We can’t host more than a handful of guests per night.”

You jotted down all the information you gathered and downed your wine after closing your notebook, “Seems interesting. I can’t work for another whiny real housewife of the middle of nowhere that throws a fit over redoing her kitchen, you know what I mean? Is the common area you mentioned the only place you want done?”

“Yes.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Yeah, about that. There is actually a catch,” Chris disclosed what you had been expecting all along, “We want this place redone every week.”

“Excuse you?”

They shared a chuckle and Minho took over, “Consider it, for the lack of a better word, a weekly Halloween party. Our theme changes on a regular basis and we need someone who can work fast and deliver.”

“Time constraints are not that big of a deal, but this will significantly increase the amount I’m going to request in the proposal I’m going to prepare for you,” you stated openly. You were expecting to negotiate the deal further, but the response you ended up getting managed to surprise you even more.

“We don’t need a proposal. Just name your price and we’ll sign it. The only term we want in the contract is strictly abiding by the deadlines is all.”

You cocked your brows at them, seriously considering the possibility of this whole ordeal being a ploy.

“As this is not my first rodeo, Mr. Lee, I tend to put a lot of terms in my contracts. Are you sure you don’t wanna go over them first?”

“No, thank you. We’d like to get started as soon as possible.”

Then you’re paying the full amount up front and I’m not doing shit until your cheques clear.

“In that case, I will need reference photos to do a preliminary. Either I can send my guys in to take them, or you can send them to me. Whichever you prefer.”

“We’ll have our people prepare a folder for you with everything you need. Once again, thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us. We’ll be scheduling another meeting for the signing with your assistant.”

You shook hands and left the place after being escorted out by your new clients without having any idea you would end up exclusively working for them for the foreseeable future.

That prolonged dry spell you were in had definitely started taking a toll on your nerves as well as your sanity. Although you would never admit it to her face, you were starting to think that maybe Hyejin was indeed right and you needed to let something non-synthetic inside you, even if it was a no-strings thing. The more you kept splitting hairs and complaining about this guy’s stamina and that guy’s overuse of ‘like’ in his sentences, the more likely you were going to die completely having forgotten what it felt like to fuck someone that you managed to turn on. Until that happened, however, you had to keep seeking remedy from digital media and counterfeit vibrations. Yes, you could watch porn, but there was just something about this particular genre that you indescribably enjoyed.

Hey, to each their own. 

"Alright, hellsite. Do your thing."

You logged into Tumblr, clicked on the #smut tag, and started browsing through the content, reading a bunch of story descriptions to pick one to get you through the night. An endless scroll just to discover nothing novel really. Similar tropes, similar warnings, similar premises… Not that it was the authors’ fault - how innovative could you get with the porn itself anyway? Scroll, scroll, scroll, scroll…

Suddenly something caught your eye; there were a massive amount of notes right below a particular post. You clicked to see about eighty percent of them were composed of likes, but here was the main argument: not that this was fucking bird app or Instagram, but this was still an indication that people liked this particular content, right? However, more importantly…

The post didn’t contain a body of text. It was an embedded link to what looked like an audio file.

“What the fuck is an ‘intimate roleplayer?’ People give themselves all kinds of titles these days I swear to fucking god.”

Your nextdoor neighbor eats you out during housewarming party (M4Single Parent Milf!Listener) Warnings: Hair brushing, strong mouth sounds, nipple play, breastfeeding, oral sex. Listener discretion advised.

Listener? During housew-?

WHAT THE DAMN HELL?

The title itself intrigued the shit out of you to an extent that you instantly clicked on the link and the audio started playing. You grabbed your earphones, turned your volume to the max, and leaned back on your chair closing your eyes. Soft chatter sound filled in your ears, basically painting the party scene for you. Then you heard a male voice, deep and sultry as fuck, immediately sending a tingle down your spine.

“Need a hand with this?”

My guy, you should have put down yourself as a warning. Oh, jesus…

There was distant clatter that sounded like plates and glasses on a counter.

“I know. It's pretty boring out there, isn't it?”

He was talking to himself. Or in this case, to you. You caught yourself trying to legitimately reply to him.

“Oh, really? You have a kid, huh? I uh- if you don't mind me asking… is the father here tonight?”

Absolutely not, you thought to yourself. I’m very much single and willing to jump you in this kitchen.

“So you're a single parent,” he chuckled, “I don't wanna be crass. It's just… you're unnecessarily hot for a mom. Never would have guessed.”

You heard some rustling that panned to your right ear. Like he was there, brushing himself on you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn't- “

The guy stopped himself as if his breath actually hitched upon the contact.

“Would it be too presumptuous to assume you're as turned on as I am right now?”

It absolutely wouldn’t. This devil in your ears managed to get you wet with zero visual aids. He softly chuckled again.

“I mean, I can see your nipples. Are they usually this perky?”

It was mindblowing how you could actually feel a touch on you by just listening to something. Maybe the hype around the ASMR community was actually… legit?

“Oh, you're breastfeeding,” he apparently reached out for something and you heard crunching sounds, “These are really good by the way. Mind if I get some milk for my cookies?”

SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEMON DUDE, YOU FUCKING DID NOT!

“I can't stop thinking about you since the day you moved in,” you felt the fingertips on your scalp, “I've never wanted to fuck someone this hard before. You're fucking gorgeous.”

The brushing went on for quite some time as you were melting on your chair, and his voice panned to your left ear this time as if he was whispering.

“Feel me. See how hard you make me? Just a little taste, huh, what do you say?”

Shit just got interesting.

The sound that followed was really sticky like he was dipping his fingers into an entire box of vaseline, or in this case…

“Fuck, baby, you're soaked.”

You felt his lips all over your ears. Your entire body was covered in goosebumps so much so that it was tickling you everywhere.

“Don't be shy. Don't hide from me. You're so fucking beautiful.”

His request that followed the piece of fabric being discarded got you whimpering out loud.

“Feed me now.”

Oh, SHIT!

He kept on gently sucking, producing these wet sounds with his mouth and contently humming in your ears. You wet your fingers and started drawing circles on your nipples along with him.

“I've heard breast milk tastes like cantaloupe juice before,” he chortled, “It's true.”

He moved the tiniest bit away and demanded again.

“Spread those legs for me.”

Just HOW was he able to do that to you? You didn’t even know what this man looked like, but his voice possessed some supernatural powers apparently, getting you to obey his orders on cue.

“Shh, quiet. It's about to feel so damn good.”

He inhaled and exhaled slowly like he was doing some sort of breathing exercise and let out a husky moan.

“Fuck, you smell so nice.”

The mouth sounds that followed were just so intense. You had never felt anything like this before, crumbling to someone’s voice like that.

“Damn, baby, you taste even better.”

The man kept on humming. Moaning. Sucking. Slurping. As if he was right there between your legs. As if it wasn’t your own fingers chasing after you to your orgasm.

Oh, god, I'm about to fucking ascend.

“Yes. Yes, you can have my fingers, too.”

You changed hands and slipped two of your fingers inside, while fervently rubbing your clit with the other. You could hear the wet sounds of his fist jerking himself off accompanying his muffled moans. You were so close. So so close. All you needed was to hear his voice one more time.

“Oh, shit, I’m co- I’m fucking coming Fuck!”

Your toes curled as he groaned in your ears, panting, whimpering, trying to keep it down but tremendously failing at it, possibly alerting some folks in the vicinity. He gently chuckled again.

“How about we do this in my bed next time?”

You hysterically laughed at yourself once the scheduled programming of your sanity continued again. You hit the reblog button under the post and flat-out yelled a thank you to him.

“BEST! FUCKING! CONTENT! EVER!!! Fucking R E B L O G this shit! I'm coming for your asses if he ever deactivates! I love you, my sultry king. You have a new worshipper follower."

It didn't even take a minute before you saw a notification with a tag attached to it, from none other than the content creator, the Lucky Dragon himself.

#Bang on! 📢

Friday night you made your way to Hyejin’s studio where she was gonna hand you the keys and walk you through the specifications of the work of the night. You had already seen the designs created by the clients themselves, but since the appointment was already pretty late, you and Hyejin decided that you would only do the lining that day and she would do the shading later on. 

“So, are these bicep tattoos?”

“Better. You’ll see,” Hyejin giggled like she had something up her sleeve and walked towards the door.

“Calf tattoos?”

“Not telling. Thank you for doing this for me and enjoy!”

What the fuck is there to enjoy about this?

The long-awaited clients showed up a little past midnight, forcing you to eat all your previous assumptions about them. Two guys but definitely not the gym dudes you pictured. Both blonde and to top it all off ridiculously hot.

Oh, that’s the enjoyment factor.

“You’re not Hyejin,” the taller one with long hair pointed at you, looking a little out of it.

“Nope,” you glanced down at Hyejin’s appointment book, “The serpent and the dragon tattoo?”

“Here,” the other guy with shorter hair raised his hand like you were taking a roll call and gestured to himself and the second demigod present in the room, “We prefer Felix and Hyunjin, though.”

That voice… The tone… The accent… Seemed oddly familiar to you.

“This way please.”

You locked the front door and escorted them inside to start preparing. You had already outlined the stencils to save time; the sooner you got this over with, the better.

“Seems matching,” you commented in an attempt for an icebreaker, “Friendship tattoos?”

“Sort of,” Felix replied and turned to Hyunjin all annoyed, “I mean if somebody didn’t think theirs was somehow superior, it would be.”

“Dragons are literally just flying serpents that breathe fire,” Hyunjin scoffed sprawling on the leather couch, “They are very closely related, though.”

“Yeah, but dragons are more monstrous, not to mention the largest of serpents. You can’t catch Daenerys flying snakes, you know what I mean?”

“That’s rich, Lix. Death by venom is literally more torturous. Not to mention serpents have more grace.”

“By crawling on the floor?”

“By not vomiting carcinogen.”

You laughed to yourself, finding these guys weirdly charming and amusing in their own way; however, you were a little too used to the party scene to detect something else. Judging from their speaking mannerisms, blown pupils, and the occasional staggering and blank stares, they were high as a kite, most likely on molly.

And although you were trying not to dwell on it, you were going crazy over why that sexy-ass voice sounded familiar to you, but for the life of you, you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Are you twins or something?”

Both guys turned to you simultaneously and they grinned like they rehearsed for this.

“You could say that,” Hyunjin responded and stretched his arms to both sides of the backrest. You laid out all your materials on the little table next to the chair and called out.

“Alright, who’s first?”

A brief silence ensued while Hyunjin checked you out from head to toe and he suddenly snapped out of it like he just registered the semantics of your sentence.

“My bad, I thought you meant something else. I’ll go first.”

“Why?” Felix immediately protested, “Because you think you could handle it better than me?”

“You wanna go first?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” he got up to make his way to the chair and started…

…unbuttoning his pants. Your astonishment was palpable.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?”

“I don’t think Hyejin told her where exactly we want them,” Hyunjin smirked as he got up and walked towards you. He stood right behind you and spoke into your ear with a very soft voice.

“These are supposed to be pelvic tattoos, beautiful.”

You didn’t expect to shudder like this, but what was more interesting was that rather than being bothered by the lowkey advance, you were surprised to realize that you were able to… feel things.

Wow, it’s been a while.

“Fine. Drop your pants,” you grabbed the stencil to paste it on Felix’s crotch, “Just so you know, we’re just gonna do the lining today. Hyejin’s going to do the shading for you.”

“Because?”

“Because she’s much better and it’s the middle of the night?”

Felix put his hands under his head and got comfortable on the chair, “She wouldn’t put you in charge if she didn’t trust you. You can practice on me if you want. I have all night.”

You held his gaze for the briefest moment and tilted your head with a smile. Hyunjin pulled up a stool next to you to watch the shenanigans closely and the games began.

And not too long after devolved into something quite interesting.

At first, you thought you were hearing things, but Felix was indeed sighing as you kept dragging the needle on his crotch. You weren’t sure whether that was because the sting was hurting him or because he actually…

...enjoyed it.

The proximity of you over his exposed cock eventually went straight to his head, not to mention the excessive serotonin currently blasting in his veins courtesy of some happy pills, and he let out an audible groan, forcing you to notice that he was rock hard. Yet not a shred of shame was to be found in either of these criminally beautiful men.

“Damn, Lix, liking it a bit too much?” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You okay?” you asked Felix.

“Yeah,” he opened his eyes to hold your gaze, “But can you kiss it better?”

You shouldn’t have been smiling at this. Why were you smiling?

“Do you wanna risk an infection?”

“Yes, please,” a smug grin adorned his lips.

You just snickered and proceeded to grab some more ink on the needle, but he wouldn’t let go. 

“No harm in touching me, you know. Just once?”

You touched down on his skin again, and when he felt that needle sting, Felix flat out cursed with a breathy exhale this time.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You can suck him, too, if the fancy strikes. He wouldn’t mind,” Hyunjin giggled, “You’re annihilating the guy.”

You smiled again. Why the fuck were you smiling?

“Are you tense by any chance, beautiful?” Hyunjin scooted closer to you, “Can I offer some stress relief?”

Yes, you’re inducing a massive amount of sexual tension in this room right now and it’s been a hot minute since I wanted to fuck someone’s brains out.

“Unless you wanna carry a mistake right on your crotch for the rest of your lives, maybe not,” you wiped off the excess ink on Felix and got up to change the needle for Hyunjin.

“Or we can use a timeout before my turn,” he spoke from his seat, “And maybe take some other turns if you don’t mind.”

You almost dropped the tattoo gun in your hand upon his words. Felix wasn’t moving from his seat, eyes piercing through your soul and eating it alive as you approached them. Hyunjin got up to his feet, slowly took the gun from your hand, and put it down.

“We can, right?”

How was it that a person could drip excessive amounts of eroticism like that? Hyunjin fucking paralyzed you in your place with just a mere gaze and gently slithered his slender fingers behind your neck to kiss you. You wanted to fucking die because of how delicious it felt. He broke the kiss and guided your chin to make you face Felix.

“Look at what you did to him, beautiful. Can’t come down from his high. Have mercy on the guy, will you?”

You had absolutely no idea what kind of wizardry Hyunjin practiced because you felt utterly possessed, making your way to Felix upon instruction. He reached his hand to you to pull you closer and inhaled your scent before speaking.

“You smell so good, you know? So sweet,” Felix brushed your cheek, “But I bet you fuck like an angel on acid. So beautiful, but a complete freak.”

He took your lips still moist from Hyunjin’s trace on you between his and gave you probably one of the most sensual kisses you ever experienced in your goddamn life. No rush, so wet, and adorned with his sighs into your mouth.

“You are, aren’t you?” Felix devilishly smiled, convinced he was right about his assumption, “Would rather die than be a pillow princess.”

“Are you always this presumptuous?”

“When your hunches have always proven to be right, yes,” he dragged his thumb on your lips, “Would you be my savage princess tonight? Unleash yourself on me?”

You lowered yourself between his legs as a response and kissed the tip of his cock. When you moved away from him, the sight of the trail of the precum he was leaking connected to your lips made Felix twitch hard.

“Jesus-”

You turned around to spot the source of movement behind you. It was Hyunjin sliding your top up just enough to reveal your back and breasts. Felix touched your chin to make you face him again.

“Eyes on me, princess.”

Oh, this guy had severe ego problems and that was so fucking hot for some reason. You glued your gaze on his and didn’t even blink as you led his flushed cock in your mouth while Hyunjin kept kissing your bare back.

“Fucking yes.”

You closed your eyes and started blowing Felix accompanied by languid strokes on his length. When you felt Hyunjin’s hand on your breasts, the contact forced a moan out of you.

“You like being touched there, beautiful?” he chuckled and placed kisses on your shoulder blades, “Oh, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. You're gonna melt under me.”

He reached for the front of your pants and unzipped it, easily sliding it down your ass by taking complete advantage of you being on all fours in front of Felix.

“Just look at that ass,” he grazed his teeth on the sensitive skin, “Spread your legs for me a little more, beautiful. Let me see those folds.”

You parted your legs to provide Hyunjin the access he craved and felt the tiny jolt induced by a wet swipe on your core first. When he started eating you in earnest you involuntarily moaned on Felix’s cock.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, clearly loving those vibrations running towards him from your throat, “More. Eat more. I need the princess fucking screaming on this cock.”

Hyunjin’s lips and tongue began gliding on your pussy with more pressure. The more hungrily he ate you out, the louder you moaned into Felix.

“Hold my hands. There you go.”

As Hyunjin picked up his pace, you picked up yours as well, but apparently, Felix had other plans in his mind.

“Oh, don’t. Not yet. I need to cum when he fucks into you. Take a breather.”

He gently stopped you and leaned down to suck on your breasts. His plush lips on your skin broke goosebumps all over you.

“Kiss me, princess.”

Why? Just what was it about his smoldering looks just demanding your attention on him, his voice embracing you like a gentle fire cracking on a cool night? 

“You taste like me,” he smiled and dove back into your lips again. Hyunjin’s tongue finding its way to your entrance ripped another moan from your throat.

“He eats pussy like there’s no tomorrow, doesn’t he?” Felix chuckled, “But I’m gonna take you there.”

He pushed his fingers into your mouth to coat them with your saliva and guided his fingers on your clit. He was rubbing the throbbing bundle of nerves gently but it felt oh so wet. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“Just like that, princess. Feel too good not to cum, doesn’t it?” he stole a kiss from your lips and started rubbing you harder, “You’re gonna give it to me now.”

“Felix.”

“Go faster, Hyun. Give it to me, princess. Nice and loud.”

“Fuck, please.”

“You know I need that cream.”

“Oh GOD!”

Felix burst into a demonic smile as you came, excessively satisfied with what he just caused, but with the smugness like he was the only one who caused that.

“There it is. Ready for him to hit that now, aren’t we princess?” Felix devoured your lips again, not giving you a chance to collect yourself, “Wrap those pretty lips around me now.”

You repositioned yourself between Felix’s legs and arched your ass up for Hyunjin. You could not fucking believe Hyejin was actually right. You never knew how badly you needed to feel an actual human inside you to stretch you open like that. Hyunjin being well-endowed in the girth department must have been the universe spoiling you after that fucking draught you had gone through.

“Fuck! Too tight. Way too tight.”

Hyunjin settling into you like that, violently rubbing against your walls in the meantime made you dizzy. You were literally able to feel every inch of him with all your receptors, completely overloading every single pleasure nerve in your body. The closer he got to bottoming out, the deeper you were taking Felix down your throat out of sheer eagerness. 

“God… damn princess. Feels way too fucking good. Can you take it deeper for me?”

“You were a fucking idiot to go on that chair first, Lix,” Hyunjin deliriously laughed once he bottomed out, “You have no idea how good this feels.”

You clenched so hard upon Hyunjin’s declaration that he lost a piece of his sanity.

“FUCK beautiful, you’re trying to get me to blow?”

“Is she clenching?”

“So fucking hard. Like she’s not already tight enough.”

Hyunjin finally began thrusting into you and you were incredulous that you almost forgot how good this actually felt. Having someone grope you to pin you in your place and fucking use you as an instrument to satisfy their carnal needs, getting lost in you, cursing, namecalling, panting, sweating, obscene sounds of skin against skin all over the place culminating into that eruption of mutual pleasure inducing a violent earthquake in your body. Pure ecstasy.

“Jesus fuck! Fucking swallows me inside,” Hyunjin’s movements got harsher over utter enthusiasm, “Fuck ink, I’d kill to tattoo your walls with my cum instead.”

‘Do it!’ you wanted to scream but all you were able to produce was a muffled moan no matter how loud.

“Shh, manners, princess. Don’t speak with your mouth full.”

“I need to hear her say it.”

Felix locked his gaze on Hyunjin, dangerously daring for some reason. He guided you to stop.

“Say it for him princess.”

You turned your head around for a counteroffer, “How about you give me a tramp stamp instead? Right above my ass.”

Hyunjin’s lips curled into an absolutely maniacal smile and he shifted the gear to the maximum like he was trying to pass through you. You wrapped your lips around Felix again and started swirling your tongue as you kept sucking him.

“Oh, GOD close. So close. Clench, beautiful,” Hyunjin reached for your clit from behind you. That extra stimulation caused you to moan even louder. When you clenched, you automatically sucked harder, pushing Felix towards the edge one stroke at a time.

“Don’t stop. Fucking HELL, don’t stop, let me cum for you. Louder, princess, come on.”

You did as you were told, providing Felix with the vibrations that were gonna get him to see white while Hyunjin was relentlessly pounding into you and fervently rubbing your clit.

“Clench harder. Just a little more, beautiful. I’m almost there.”

You were fucking spent. Too much stimulation through multiple channels was forcing your sanity to fade away in the most delectable way.

“Oh, god, harder. Suck me harder. HARDER!”

“FUCK!”

As Felix unloaded in your mouth with loud groans, Hyunjin pulled out of you to give you the tramp stamp you asked for and you rubbed yourself to your own orgasm to the feeling. You could almost make out a shape being drawn on you with the way that warm milky liquid squirted on your back.

“Look how pretty my cum looks on you. Wouldn’t mind tattooing this arch every single night,” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your back and spoke into your ear, “I fucking love tramp stamps, beautiful.”

“You’re good?” Felix asked you while brushing the stray strands of hair away from your face.

“A little dazed, that’s all,” you flashed a fucked out smile.

“Sorry, but not really,” Felix chuckled, “That was impossible to resist.”

“Where do you keep your wet wipes, beautiful? I’ll clean you first. When you feel okay, you can do my lining.”

You pointed at the drawer right next to you, still trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed a couple and started wiping himself off the small of your back. Then he added with that damn velvety voice of his stitched into a smile.

“Then I’m gonna do you one more time.”

You laughed with your eyes still closed, “Still not risking an infection.”

He tilted his head and looked at you like he was genuinely not following you.

“What are you talking about? We’re not getting our fingers tattooed.”

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