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its-mysleepover · 9 months

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Soobin Car Smut Drabble

idol! Soobin x AFAB! reader

Word count: I couldn’t tell you

Summary: Soobin fucks and briefly fingers you in the car passenger seat after you pick him up from dance rehearsal

Author’s note: I woke up in the middle of the night in a mood. Wrote this in my Notes app. Did not edit or read through. Decided to post. Bon appetit.

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“….and I had to spend part of the break practicing with Yeonjun because the choreography was so difficult….” Soobin sat in the passenger seat, rattling on about the long day he’d had that you were now picking him up from. It was late at night, the streets leading to your shared apartment emptier than they’d usually been. There was a slight drizzle, creating almost a kaleidoscope of fluorescent yellow lights on your windshield and the dark leather of your car seats. The evening felt comforting.

You only half-paid attention to what Soobin was saying. The road was wet, you were holding Soobin’s hand over the center console, and you were so tired that you just wanted to make sure the two of you made it home in one piece.

Soobin was still speaking in a soft tone when you turned a corner to the street leading to your building, the road now barren for at least two blocks. You let out a soft sigh. Soon you would be home, wrapped up in silky soft bedsheets and his warm arms.

At a red light, you felt a thumb circle the back of your hand, and you realized that Soobin had stopped talking. You snuck a glance at him, and felt a warmth spread across your spine at the sight of the heated look he gave you.

“Love, everything okay?” You questioned, trying to conceal the bit of excitement in your voice. The warmth at your spine went straight to your core, but dear god you’d be embarrassed if it was just your sleepy, slightly horny brain misinterpreting things.

The light turned green.

“Everything’s fine,” he chuckled, “Pull over.”

“What?” A blush spread across your cheeks.

You could hear the smile in Soobin’s voice as he leaned over the console, pressed his lips to your ear and spoke softly, but firmly, “Pull.over.”

The car hobbled over a speed bump. “Why?” You refused to meet his eyes. It was like a game between you two sometimes, to see how fast one could get the other to crack. You were determined to not give in so easily-

“I’m not waiting until we’re home to fuck you. So, pull over.”

You were giving in.

Immediately, you turned and parked the car a block away from your apartment building. Soobin giggled and finally, you turned to look at him.

A smile graced his gentle features, seemingly so innocent but the glint in his eyes was teasing. Hungry, almost. You squirmed in your seat. Soobin’s thumb caressed the back of your hand again, before letting go and settling on your knee. You kept his gaze to try and assert some shred of dominance. Then his hand moved, ever so slowly, up and up, to your hot and soaked center. You hadn’t planned on leaving your car, besides walking to and from your apartment to the garage, so all you had on was an old college sweatshirt and pajama shorts. Soobin’s fingers were cold against your warm skin, and it felt so good.

Then he stopped. Your eyebrows creased in question. The smirk was gone. The neediness on his face was replaced with concern.

“Do you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you answered, with no hesitation.

“Wait, are you sure?” He leaned forward a bit in shock, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were going along with this.

“Fuck yes!” You gasped out. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him now.

Both of you unbuckled your seatbelts at the same time, and he slid one hand against your back to steady you as you practically jumped over the console to Soobin’s awaiting lap in the passenger seat.

It was incredible how quickly he could get you from 0 to 100 in a matter of minutes, how quickly he could have you keening.

Before you realized it, he’d already moved the seat as far back as it could go so that you two would have more space. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, and you instantly straddled him, sitting down on his clothed dick. Soobin unconsciously thrusted upward and you moaned at the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you. His hands slid around your waist, gripping them tightly. He looked down at where you two met, before glancing back up at you, tightening his grip and grinding you down on him again. His head dropped to the crook your neck and you sighed at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.

“Baby” you whined. Your shorts were made of such cheap and thin fabric that you could feel Soobin pressing up against you so well.

As he peppered wet kisses against your neck, you tried to speak but it came out in a weak gasp. “Wait we- ugh,” he started suckling at your sweet spot just below your ear, “we don’t have condoms.”

He stopped, his fingers loosening their grip. He moved his head back, searching you with a serious gaze. “If you don’t want to do it without one, we won’t, baby.”

You cupped his face in both hands, squishing his cheeks. “Are you okay with doing this?” He nodded. “Yeah, but are you?” As a response, you leaned in and whispered “yes” against his plump lips before pressing a kiss to them.

Soobin instantly slipped his tongue between your lips and into your mouth, one hand going down your shorts to feel your skin and the other unbuttoning them. You shivered at his cold hands on your thighs, but then he bucked his hips into yours and it felt so good and you moaned. He was so hard and the reminder of the fact made you want him even more. You needed him inside you. You slid your hands from his cheeks, feeling his neck and collarbone and chest through his shirt before settling at the hem of his sweatpants.

He briefly separated his lips from yours to lean his forehead against yours and look down at your hands pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough so that you could wrap your hands around his dick. As soon as you did, Soobin hissed and his grip tightened. You pulled his cock out from the soft fabric and sighed at the precum already wetting your hands.

“You’re so hard for me Binnie,” you whispered teasingly, nuzzling your forehead against his before kissing him again. Soobin groaned. Just when you were about to start jerking him off, he slid your shorts down completely - you instinctually lifting up a bit to help him - and his long fingers deftly slid from your hips to cup your mound.

“You’re one to talk,” he giggled, a stark contrast to the mood. Gently, he slid his long middle finger in, both of you groaning.

“So wet…” he breathed, curling his finger inside and making you whimper. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, in a loving yet wanting gaze. You felt his thumb inch towards your clit while his finger curled in and out.

“Don’t tease,” you warned, but there was barely any bite to it as he slowly circled your clit.

Soobin raised his eyebrows, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Oh?”

“Yes, oh-“ you barely finished the sound before he removed his finger, gripped your ass and thrusted his thick cock inside.

“Fuck, Soobin,” you moaned right as he hissed into your shoulder. You felt him smile against your bare skin. “You said don’t tease,” he whispered in a shaky breath next to your ear.

Soobin kept his hands firmly on your ass, his arms flexing as he kept a tight grip on you while pumping into you. Your hands held onto his broad shoulders, nails marking crescents into his skin. Soobin threw his head back, groaning out.

“Y/N…Y/N…you feel so good around me, oh my God,” he babbled breathlessly. You were so overtaken with pleasure that you couldn’t find the words to respond. You started meeting each of Soobin’s thrusts, making him hit deeper inside you and brushing that sweet spongy spot.

Soobin let out another high pitched moan, and you felt your pussy tighten around him more at the sound. You drew your hands around him closer and leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest, your lips against his ear.

“Binnie,” you sighed, “I’m so close please.”

Soobin groaned and the sound rang deeply next to you. “Anything for you, love”

One hand let go of your hip, and suddenly he had two fingers rubbing circles against your clit. Soon after, you were moaning Soobin’s name in such desperation, and you were pushed over the edge.

Soobin gritted his teeth and kept thrusting, so so close. You lifted your head from his shoulder again to trail wet kisses up his neck and whispered, “Soobin, come for me.”

He groaned your name and you felt his warmth fill you. You kept moving your hips against him to ride out both your orgasms.

“I love you, I love you,” he panted as he came down from his high.

You kissed his cheek. “I love you too Bin.”

Once the two of you had calmed down, you kissed his shoulder and looked up at him just as he looked down at you, a huge grin on his face.

“This was fun,” he muttered, rubbing a hand against your back.

“And sticky,” you replied, glancing down at where you two were still connected. When you looked back up, your gaze immediately went to the window on Soobin’s right. You gasped.

“We fogged the windows up!”

Soobin looked at the window next to him and giggled.

“We need to clean up and go inside Binnie,” you pushed, with the little energy you had.

He looked back at you with a loving, playful gaze. “I know,” he said before turning back to the window. Knowing you were watching him, he lifted up a (clean) finger and drew a smiley face on the glass. Then turned back to you with a satisfied expressed.

Soobin leaned down to kiss the top of your head. You wanted to melt against him. “Let’s just sit here for a bit longer,” he whispered to you.

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its-mysleepover · 10 months

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HOSTS REQUESTED: Lee Felix & Hwang Hyunjin

«ONE NIGHT AT BACK DOOR COLLECTION MASTERLIST»

HOST PROFILE 🔸Name: Lee Felix 🔸Attracts: “I can fix him” collectors 🔸Characteristics: Sexy af wild demon with a filthy mouth [Needs revision: Delete this. You'll summon exorcists here; we're trying to remain lowkey -Chris] 🔸Name: Hwang Hyunjin 🔸Attracts: Worship/smoldering looks trash community [Needs revision: Literally why the fuck couldn't you use "community" by itself??? -Chris] 🔸Characteristics: Seductive prince. Everything is erotic to him. 🔸Why patrons love them: Their rivalry shit spices up the “desired by both” experience.

IT TAKES TWO 🖤Felix x (afab) Reader x Hyunjin 📜7.7k | Approx. 33-min. read 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Roleplaying, kink introduction, mc is a regular of Felix and they have long-standing agreed-upon terms, recreational drug use, depictions of sexual deviance, an unconventional take on cumplay, rimming, pegging, sharing/threesome, M/M makeout session, BDSM—dom/sub dynamics, masochistic tendencies (feat. marking, biting, hair pulling); double penetration, sex toys, anal play, edging, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

L Practice your begging until you see me again

You smirked at the screen seeing who the text was from, then locked your phone to go about your day.

Long ago, you hadn’t made much of it when Chris invited you to the exclusive launch party of his new business. Sure, whatever, just another night to get trashed, dance a little, and maybe meet some people who were compelling enough to hold your attention for more than five minutes.

They weren’t exactly in abundance lately.

You had no idea when Chris said ‘club’, he was actually referring to a house of pleasure, and courtesy of your long-standing friendship, he was offering you the privilege of opening one of the boxes that night.

“Since you like keeping things interesting, I recommend him,” he pointed at one of the guys hanging out in the lounge area, “He knows his shit.”

The target of your gaze was an annoyingly attractive man with longish blonde hair, sprawled on a couch getting high as shit with his crew. With the ample amount of stardust covering his face, he looked like a pretty nebula in human form under those colorful neon lights bouncing off the cloud of smoke. Judging by the way his eyes were beaming with mischief, he was for sure the vice president of monkey business around here.

You didn’t make much of it. You weren’t making much of anything lately. He was probably going to try and wiggle his way out of this once the realization sank in anyway.

Once he noticed you were more than he could chew.

“Fine,” you agreed, unfazed, “Arrange it.”

Not long after, you found yourself in a room reminiscent of a lavish Vegas suite. You had to give it to Chris and Minho; it would certainly be impressive for someone who hadn’t already seen it all.

Not you.

“So, how does this work?” you addressed the man in an aloof tone while plopping down on the huge sofa, “I wasn’t given an instruction manual.”

“Yeesh, not even gonna ask me my name first?

“Why bother?” you shrugged, “We’re not gonna see each other again.”

He keenly scanned you from head to toe while slowly walking past you, examining your blank eyes and hyper-focusing on the absolute neutrality on your face. He was used to people explicitly drooling over his looks, not to complete indifference. He had a disproportionate amount of pride in his skills; that was the reason Chris included a bunch of addendums to his contract so that he would agree to work here in the first place.

The matter of the fact was you were both in this room fully aware that you were going to fuck, but you weren’t even exhibiting a shred of anticipation as he walked across that spacious room clad in warm beiges, soft peaches, and light browns. You watched him make two double shots of apricot espresso and sit right next to you.

Yeah, there it is, you thought to yourself as his lips parted to say something, You’re gonna say some shit you think is going to seduce me and it’s not gonna work. I’m not one of them.

“You’re bored,” he spoke matter-of-factly while handing you your cup, “This is not even slightly interesting to you.”

The declaration was nowhere near the vicinity of what you were expecting. To say that you were taken aback would be a massive understatement.

“Why would you say that?”

“This is not my first rodeo. I know when the other person is excited,” he brought the bright yellow porcelain mug to his lips, “Chris says he specifically recommended me to you, which means you’re into the no-holds-barred stuff.”

Listening to him talk was quite reminiscent of holding your hand under running water and thinking it was ice cold whereas it was actually scorching hot. It took a while for your synapses to register the correct sensation for how staggering it was. He had already uttered six sentences, but the sound of his voice just started to take effect. Tranquil. Profound. Hints of persuasion and deviousness. Could be straight up commanding under the right circumstances. You noticed the way he was enunciating every single word in that rich tone had a curious impact on you.

As if you could feel them on your skin.

“You’re a control fiend, but the thrill has worn off, hasn’t it?” he flashed a sly smile.

It took everything in your power to keep a poker face so as not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hit the nail on the head.

Sex could be many things. A love language, a conversation, a simple trade-off that didn’t have to mean anything more than momentary satisfaction.

For people like you, it was the way for genuine intimacy to be stymied before it could even begin to seep through your skin. Something to keep people at fucking bay, at many many many arms’ length.

No names, no words of affection, absolutely nothing that could hint at fondness. Proper hierarchy established with copious amounts of imperative sentences. A performance that didn’t care about the other people in the room. Not one bit. This was only for your gratification. Sex was nothing more than some twisted Pavlovian masturbation.

Your rendition of it surely wasn’t for everyone for it was draining. It was basically chess you played naked, and also one of the main reasons you didn’t get as much ‘laid’ as normal people. Even if you were in the mood to play, it wasn’t that easy to find enthusiastic accomplices. Or trying to explain yourself. Or trying to mentally prepare yourself for all the incoming judgment all over again. Or trying not to flinch when someone called you a freak to your face for the jillionth time.

All the more reason to stop searching.

But this man…

You hadn’t said a word to him about any of this. He just studied your posture, your gaze, and the bare minimum of words you uttered. He didn’t even call you a control ‘freak’ when that was actually the commonplace term. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel shamed.

You felt exposed instead, but for some odd reason, it didn’t immediately induce an urge to bolt out of there. It didn’t feel unsafe.

“Why don’t you hand me the ropes for once?” he calmly suggested, “You’ll like the change.”

“I will let you dom me?” your jeering tone came out louder than you intended, “And you think that’s going to get me excited.”

“Yes.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He finished his remaining coffee and placed the mug on the coffee table with unrushed movements.

“Because it’s new,” he uttered while stretching his right arm over the backrest of the sofa, “Not to mention this is a professional establishment. You’re safe here.”

You wouldn’t know. You had never tried it the other way around. You had never trusted anyone to try it the other way around. Granted, this wasn’t some random dude you were going to blindly believe—he was a professional. An employee of one of your close friends for that matter. Therefore, if you ever considered trying this…

“You’ll give me my power when you want and how much you want,” he continued upon your silence, “If you think about it, I’ll still be obeying you.”

You had never thought about it that way before. The more he spoke, the more compelling his arguments were becoming. He carried on with his bargaining with you.

“You can get as whatever-your-version-of-dirty-is as you want; you’re not gonna surprise me. I only have one thing to ask in return.”

He scooted closer and looked right into your eyes like he was about to let you in on a little secret.

“You will not hesitate to inflict pain on me when you feel like it,” he asserted firmly, “No auxiliary items, just you. You can grope, bite, scratch, basically a free-for-all as long as it remains within the context of pleasure. Sounds reasonable?”

That night, you had walked into that room with the intention of introducing your demons to him, but turns out he was one himself. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

“What are your hard no’s?”

“No kissing. And nothing extreme,” you immediately responded as if someone pinched you, “The rest is pretty much the standard. I’m okay with bluffing of things as well as mild pain.”

“So I can bite you, too?” he asked with a mischievous smile.

“Within the scope of mild pain, yes you can,” you emphasized semi-jokingly, “Dose yourself accordingly.”

“Gotcha. We’ll need a safeword,” he took a second to pretend he was thinking hard, “If anything becomes too much for you, you say Felix. Clear?”

You nodded and took his extended hand to you to follow him to the bedroom area.

“Are you nervous?”

“Just a tinge,” you admitted, “I uh– I haven’t done this before.”

“I’ll make the adjustment seamless,” he smirked, “You’re still domming me. You’re just letting me delude myself into thinking I have control over you.”

He opened one of the drawers of the nightstand and started taking out a bunch of stuff. Various toys, cuffs, bottles of lube, satin ribbons, blindfolds…

“I’ll discard everything you don’t want,” he pointed at the items with his thumb, “Name it.”

You didn’t particularly spot anything unpleasant among them so you gave the greenlight to his little curation.

“Now I need your explicit consent,” he stood right in front of you, “You can stop me at any time with your safeword, but I will not ask for approval for every single thing I’ll do. I will tell you to do things and you will not talk back. Do you hand over your power to me strictly for your own pleasure?”

This was what it boiled down to, wasn’t it? You felt like you were on the brink of signing a contract with him and you were still trying to find a loophole that the terms could be used against you. Nevertheless, he kept reassuring you that all you needed to do was to waive control for your pleasure. And you could stop him whenever you wished. Ironclad. Pretty simple.

“Yes, but…”

You briefly averted your eyes from him, not knowing how to properly word it.

“Keep talking to me.”

“I will. Unless my mouth is full,” his eyes sparkled with mischief again, “Strip me.”

You started discarding his clothes as he did the same to you with unhurried movements. Not long after, you found yourself lying down on the bed with your hands holding onto the vintage headboard.

“How are you with overstimulation?” he asked while grabbing a pair of handcuffs.

“I can handle it.”

“Edging?”

“I’m not exactly known for my patience,” you sarcastically chortled.

“Good to know.”

You heard the clank of the metal locking over your head, cuffing you to the bedframe for good. He hovered over your body and came as close to your face as he possibly could with nothing but a demoniac smile plastered to his lips.

“I’m never letting you cum tonight, and it’s going to be fucking delicious.”

From that moment on, you lost all sense of time. It may have been five minutes or five hours; you had no way of knowing. The gear change was so gradual that it was unnoticeable to the naked eye. Within a span of however long that was, you were exposed to so many different means of stimulation on different parts of your body. Every time the volume of your sounds of pleasure suddenly peaked, he immediately deprived you of it, adding another item to the list of the things he was going to use to eventually crumble you. You hated to admit it, but he was right. This was new. This was lightyears away from the disaster you thought it would be.

It was indeed fucking delicious.

The last thing you remembered from your consciousness was the order he kept repeating as the sweat from his body dripped onto your chest.

“Beg for me,” he was lazily fucking into you with a bullet vibrator over your clit, “Beg to cum, or else I’m gonna make you fucking sob.”

“FELIX!!!”

That did it. He finally stopped torturing you and threw your legs on his shoulders, very clearly signaling he was about to pass through you.

“Now you know my name. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

You had never felt an orgasm coursing throughout your entire body before, starting from your crotch, going straight to your head, and doing a complete lap in your bloodstream. You squeezed him inside you so hard that there was no way he could resist cumming hard, not that he was planning on pulling out in the first place when you felt that good. Feeling super out of strength all of a sudden, he collapsed on you, and much to your own surprise, it was actually welcome that he did.

“Y/N.”

He lifted his head to properly discern what you were saying.

“Hm?”

“My name,” you tried your best to control your breathing with your eyes still closed, “It’s Y/N.”

And that night forged the bizarre connection between you and Felix that would be incomprehensible to an average person.

L Practice your begging until you see me again

You smirked at the screen seeing who the text was from, then locked your phone to go about your day.

Again. You were basically an inaugural patron now, visiting Back Door at regular intervals to spend time with your designated host. You were both aware of the rules: no association with each other outside the club, but it wasn’t like you were getting some extra content for free. No one would be able to protest against a couple of harmless texts that didn’t amount to anything. It was always initiated by him a couple of days prior to your appointment to build you up, as he called it.

He. Felix. Your designated host. Or whatever the fuck kinda title was more suitable for the twisted relationship you had.

You hadn’t really planned for it. You had always booked your appointments on Fridays, and this year, Valentine’s Day just happened to fall on a Friday, but Felix still called you a day before to ask whether you would approve if he invited another host as a guest to your regular session.

“I thought we could make it a little spicier this time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Then he went on to explain the details of the little plan he concocted. You intently listened to every single sentence he uttered. Unless you were making shit up, the way he was talking into that receiver seemed a little more enthusiastic than his usual calm tone.

“So basically, we’re going to stick to our own routine, but you can be your usual self with him. He knows what that means,” Felix punctuated his brief for you, “How does that sound?”

You found yourself biting into your lips. Throughout your time together, he had never suggested anything of this nature, much less with another person involved. You couldn’t help letting your curiosity get the best of you.

“And what was the inspiration for you to come up with this idea?”

He took a moment before he answered, “I know we’re not supposed to exchange gifts with our patrons, but I felt like giving one to you,” he admitted with a somehow smaller voice, “So? What do you say?”

“Well, it’s definitely interesting,” you involuntarily chuckled, “Fine, I’ll play along. We’ll see how it turns out.”

You expected him to end the call, but only a brief silence ensued after your response. Three seconds. Four. Five. Then you finally heard his voice again on the other end of the line.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

See you again. He didn’t say host you again. Even though you briefly felt something hitch in your throat, you immediately slapped yourself to come to your senses.

“See you tomorrow night, Lix.”

You couldn’t quite figure out what caused you to lose sleep that night.

Blue.

Anyone who caught a single glance of him would guess black, but Felix loved the color blue. All shades of it. He had a particular thing for you dressing up in blue for his viewing pleasure. It didn’t matter what. Could be a blouse, a belt, the tiniest stone on a ring…

But you knew for a fact that he particularly lost his shit when you covered your most intimate parts with it. Preferably with lace.

Blue.

Everything on you was in different shades of blue that night. As a gift for him. When you walked into that familiar room, a little part of him just wanted to admire you for hours on that couch, but the more untameable part of him was dying to see how much more blue you were hiding underneath that dress.

“I haven’t even done anything,” he pressed his fingers on the moist stain of your indigo underwear, “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Maybe,” you looked at him daringly, “Did you miss me?”

“Miss you?”

You couldn’t even process how quickly he managed to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

“I’m losing my goddamn mind because of you, you fucking tease,” he grazed his teeth against your jawline and whispered, “Hurt me again.”

Everything on you was blue that night except for your nails. They were burgundy. A delightful contrast to the cold but calming color you were clad in. In the exact shade of Felix’s eyes when he forgot who he actually was when he was with you.

You ripped the buttons off his shirt and straddled him to start marking your planned route on him again. Your hands on his shoulder started sliding down on his back, and the smooth touch quickly turned into a cursive calligraphy practice with your nails as his favorite fountain pen. He was loving the way you were marking hickeys on his neck at the same time, delightfully hissing at your ministrations.

“Just like that,” he breathily moaned with his eyes closed, “More.”

When he least expected it, you pulled on his hair to make him arch towards you, exposing even more of his skin for you to taste. The way you could feel his growing erection under you made you chuckle.

“You just can’t help but get hard, can you?”

“No backtalk,” he groped your hips as a warning, “Not with me.”

Right at that moment, you heard a knock on the door. As Felix got up to open it, you grabbed the metal case laying on the coffee table to light up a joint and sprawled on the couch.

“What do you want?” he deadpanned, slightly annoyed at the alleged gatecrasher.

“Tonight’s a bust. I need to borrow some weed.”

You instinctively turned your head in the direction of the source of this velvety voice while making smoke rings to temporarily entertain yourself. The second your eyes met, a dangerously content smile appeared on the tall man’s lips. The aura he was exuding was eerily similar to Felix’s—not quite the same, but it was as if they shared the same core.

If you thought about it, graphite and diamond were both the purest forms of carbon, but nobody was ever proposing with princess cut graphite rings, no?

“Oh, look who’s here,” he leaned against the doorframe and nodded towards you, “Fuck weed. Can I borrow your girl instead?”

“Does my girl look like emergency blue balls repellent to you?”

“No, but she does look like she would fucking blow my mind,” he continued with his squinted eyes intently on you and directly addressed you, “You’re in the wrong room, kitten. Mine is right nextdoor.”

“Read the room, mate. I’m kinda busy here.”

You were watching their back and forth with a faint smile on your lips. You were aware that this was going to be the scene of the night, but their performance was a little too convincing. The dialogue they were partaking in might have been make-believe, but their obvious rivalry most certainly was not.

“Be nice, Lix. Sharing is caring.”

This was your cue. You walked to the door with the joint in your hand and blew the smoke right in Hyunjin’s face, feigning slight irritation.

“Did you need something, Hyunjin?”

“I was just telling him you wouldn’t mind me hanging out,” he ogled you from up close, “I can at least watch, right?”

You and Felix shared a brief look, then your eyes darted to Hyunjin again. You scanned him from head to toe as if a comprehensive data readout was going to pop up right next to him in digital clock letters. You placed the joint in his mouth and gestured to him with two of your fingers to come in. He followed suit right after you and made himself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch.

You can be your usual self with him. He knows what that means.

Your usual self possessed much more dominant inclinations, and you used to think feeding those tendencies was the only way for you to reach satisfaction. Then you met Felix, and he somehow managed to rewire your brain throughout your time together. For himself.

You still didn’t think you would willingly give up control for anyone else other than him because he was the only one you trusted to lower your defenses around.

Because he had earned that trust from you.

“So what’s the real purpose of your visit?” you asked Hyunjin as you reached for the glass Felix filled with green banana liqueur on ice, “I’m sure Lix is not your only plug around here.”

“I was bored,” he shrugged, “Not much to do around here when you don’t have someone to entertain, so I came to entertain myself instead.”

“You didn’t have a patron today?” you raised your brows questioningly, “What is it? They bailed on you?”

“It’s by choice. I don’t take appointments on Valentine’s Day.”

“Because?”

“On principle,” he responded in a tone stuck between dead serious and infinitely sarcastic, “I’m saving myself for the right person.”

You inadvertently burst out laughing. If he was joking, it was funny. If he actually meant it, it was fucking hilarious considering what he did for a living.

“The right person. Of course,” you continued with a straight face, “I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding them. An homme fatal who’s been inside half the city is the ultimate dream guy of many people, after all.”

Hyunjin’s smirk grew wider upon your words. People of your disposition weren’t exactly common to come by in this place, and he loved it when he was in the presence of one.

“So you think I fall under the category of homme fatal,” he emptied his lungs, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“You think this is what seduction looks like?”

“No, this is what sexual tension looks like,” he responded without a pause, “You know I can have you anytime I want, right?”

It was now Felix’s turn to enjoy the push and pull between you. He knew what you were like and he knew what Hyunjin was like, so he knew for a fact that Hyunjin met his match for a good battle of the wits, and it was entertaining the crap out of him.

“Is this what they teach you to say in escort school?” you quipped still with your poker face on.

“Maybe,” he relaxed in his seat with a knowing smile, “I’ll have you know I graduated summa cum laude.”

“Just because it has cum in it, it doesn’t mean you’re the shit, pretty face,” you scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it for myself.”

“Ouch, the kitten has claws,” then he addressed Felix directly, “Can I pet her?”

“You’ll get your throat slashed in half, but suit yourself, mate.”

You tapped on Felix’s thighs to signal him to get up and both of you headed towards the bedroom. You stood right behind Hyunjin still sitting on the couch and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe we should give you an orientation first. Then we’ll see how much of a summa you can cum laude,” you dragged your hand across his nape as you walked into the bedroom, “Time to put your money where your pretty mouth is.”

He took one glance at your hand and followed after you with a content smile on his face.

There was a bunch of stuff already spread out on Felix’s nightstand. Nothing too out of the ordinary than the usual kit you used. Several toys, satin ribbons, and a clear glass vial with a dropper containing some white liquid. After stripping you bare in his bed, Felix rested against the headboard and shifted you to lay you down on his lap.

“Spread your legs.”

As Hyunjin crawled on the bed to watch you from up close, Felix reached for one of your recent favorites—which was a clit sucker—as well as the vial. He sucked the liquid into the dropper and smeared it around the silicone head of the toy.

“This new?” Hyunjin pointed at the vial with his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this lubricant before.”

“Because you can’t. This is custom-made,” he explained nonchalantly and shot a devious grin towards Hyunjin, “When we run out, she makes me cum again, and I keep a little vial for her.”

Hyunjin reflected the smirk back to Felix, and absolutely took that idea to the bank to try for himself some time.

“Watch. You can’t pet her right off the bat. You need to let her come to you,” he instructed as if demonstrating an actual tutorial, “Keep her legs apart for me.”

Hyunjin could feel the heat waves emitting from your body even before touching your bare thighs. There wasn’t even anything intense happening, but his throat was already dry.

The soft silicone head of the device was wrapped around your clit completely. Felix turned it on at the lowest setting, and the vibrations were so faint that it felt like you were getting your clit teased only with the tip of his tongue, causing you to automatically close your eyes and relax against his chest.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“How’s the suction?”

“Incredible.”

“Does it suck you better than I do?”

You inadvertently snickered while having the time of your life on his lap.

“Nothing comes close to your lips.”

When he increased the pressure, you moaned sharply and arched towards Hyunjin. The precise stimulation felt amazing on your body. Every time Felix pulled the toy away and pressed it back on your clit, it made sticky wet sounds, and it was so nice to listen to like your custom-made ASMR.

“See?” Felix addressed Hyunjin while caressing your hair, “She’s purring.”

“Damn, you’re dripping,” Hyunjin groaned at the way you were already oozing on the sheets, “Does it really feel that good?”

“Oh, she loves this, don’t you?” Felix answered on your behalf, “Can’t get enough of it.”

Hyunjin kept keenly watching the way you were involuntarily clenching with pleasure, and he was practically drooling because of how wet you were.

“Fucking pretty,” he licked his lips with a tunnel vision on your throbbing hole, “Begs to be fingered.”

You flinched in anticipation, but Felix put a stop to it before you could even say something.

“Shh, shh, shh, no. No one’s getting fingered,” he squeezed your left thigh as a gentle warning, “You’re just gonna lay here and enjoy getting sucked.”

He increased the pressure some more to remind you of some facts. With the amount of slick you were secreting and your moans getting louder, Hyunjin was having a tough battle with self-control.

“You look fucking delicious. So juicy,” he couldn’t help biting into his lips, “And you smell incredible. God, I wanna lick your cunt so bad.”

“You hear that? He wants to lick you,” Felix chuckled into your ear, “Look at how he’s watching you between your legs. He’s waiting for one sign to go to town on that pussy.”

You opened your eyes as if waking up from a dream, and the first thing you noticed was Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin’s fucking perfectly shaped plush lips that were obviously made to be wrapped around something at all times. They should have modeled those clit suckers after his mouth.

“Well, you can’t,” Felix continued, “Be patient. You’re here to serve, not be served.”

“Which is what I would do if someone didn’t gatekeep,” the irritation in Hyunjin’s voice was palpable, “Why use a placeholder when you can have the real thing?”

“Because you can’t lick my clit 32 flicks per second,” you instinctively ran your hand in his hair, “Just watch me.”

You weren’t supposed to do that maybe, but Hyunjin leaned into your touch while closing his eyes, and it snapped something inside him. Fucking you was already wishful thinking at this point, but nobody told him he wasn’t allowed to touch himself.

He slowly stripped himself for you to enjoy the view and started jerking off to you, fully taking in the sight of you getting pleasured. Every time he felt something surge inside him he stopped himself and let it die down before he started from scratch again. Over and over and over. He was trying to cum with you, but couldn’t. He was dying to at least brush his tip against your soaked pussy and let his precum mix with your juices, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t.

He couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped with a frustrated groan.

“Fucking torture. I’m this close to her and I’m not allowed to do anything?”

Felix’s smile turned more sinister watching him lose it, and he finally decided to show some mercy.

“You know what, we’ve never had a guest before. I guess no harm in just one taste, huh?”

Hyunjin didn’t even let him think over his decision and descended between your legs.

“One,” Felix firmly urged again, “Don’t overdo it.”

Hyunjin looked at him with an excessively entertained expression and flattened his tongue against your entrance, dragging the fuck out that stripe until he reached right under your clit.

“Oh my FUCKING—!”

His tongue felt fucking incredible on your folds and you obviously wanted more. So much more. Felix, on the other hand, drilled a hole in Hyunjin’s forehead with his gaze.

“What did I just fucking say? One lick and that’s it.”

“You didn’t specify how long I can take with it though,” Hyunjin shamelessly licked the slick off his lips.

Your arousal reaching a dangerous level, you were seeking as much friction as you could get, so you pushed Felix’s hand down while rolling your hips against the toy.

“That’s it,” he spurred you on, his breathing in your ear, “Grind. Grind against it.”

Your clit was so swollen when he finally stopped. If Hyunjin’s condition was bad before, it got fucking terminal after seeing that.

“Let me eat her pussy. Just for a little while.”

“No.”

“Have you even tasted her? Who would one lick be enough for?!”

“I have, and I agree actually. She tastes a little too good when she wants more,” he put the device back on the nightstand, “Fine, you can eat her pussy, but not by yourself.”

Felix shifted you to lie down on the mattress and wrapped the black ribbon around his fingers..

“You either watch this and don’t get to cum, or you don’t see anything and cum so fucking hard,” he dragged the smooth piece of fabric on your skin, “Your choice.”

If Hyunjin’s condition was terminal, yours was fucking post-mortem since your own frustration was at a very dangerous level at this point.

“I don’t care. Just… ENOUGH with the teasing!”

You let Felix blindfold you, and shortly after you felt your legs being spread wide. A pair of wet muscles were stimulating both your clit and your entrance, loudly slurping on you like there was no tomorrow with quiet moans.

“Admit it,” Hyunjin’s voice tickled your ears, “Doesn’t compare to the real thing, does it?”

Then you feel both of them on your clit, and judging by the way they glided on you with occasional loss of contact, they weren’t just licking your cunt.

They were also licking each other.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt a very unfamiliar tinge of excitement spreading in the pit of your stomach, chucking you six feet under an orgasm purely made of molten lava.

“He keeps talking about you, you know,” Hyunjin spoke in a hushed tone as Felix removed the ribbon from your eyes, “I wanna see what the big deal is for myself.”

The way Hyunjin was approaching you was nothing short of a panther stalking its prey. Patient. Unrushed. You knew it was danger on the horizon, but instead of running away as fast as you could, you were looking forward to being ripped apart under his claws if he had the balls to come for you. You chuckled.

“You don’t want to see what I can do to you.”

“Yeah? What can you do to me?”

You shot a knowing look at Felix to mean, Care to explain?

“Let me put it this way for you, mate,” he laid down right next to you, “Every time she does as I say, she gets fifteen minutes of playtime. She can do whatever she wants to me during that period.”

“Why fifteen?”

“That’s our agreement. Otherwise, I’ll probably pass out from consecutively cumming,” he threw his arm around your shoulder, “She doms a little too good.”

Hyunjin looked at you with slight disbelief in his eyes and pointed two of his fingers at you.

“You’re a dom?”

You shrugged in a way that neither confirmed nor denied the allegation. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was very intrigued by this brand-new piece of information about you.

“I want you to dom me.”

“Trust me, you don’t,” Felix chortled, “You can’t handle it.”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I can or can’t handle,” he snapped and crawled closer to you as if he was about to make an appeal, “I’m not really familiar with the concept of limits. Just name what you want.”

“Dangerous answer,” you started drawing circles on Felix’s thigh with your eyes still fixated on Hyunjin, “I like to watch, too, you know.”

“What is it? You wanna see me beg?”

“No, my guy. For starters, I wanna see a nice and slow boy-on-boy makeout session,” you clasped your hands under your nape while getting in a more comfortable position, “With tongue.”

Hyunjin cocked a brow at what seemed like a pretty tame request.

“That’s it?”

“If you think that’s all I want, maybe he didn’t do a good job telling you about me.”

“Counteroffer,” he leaned on his elbows, “I’ll do it, but you’ll let me eat your pussy by myself.”

You examined his face, then looked at Felix, currently sprawled on the bed with you and lazily smiling.

“Counter-counteroffer,” you extended your hand for a shake, “You can, but you’ll let me play with your pretty ass.”

Hyunjin didn’t even hesitate before grabbing your hand.

“Fine, but then you’ll take us both. Deal?”

You took one look at the amused expression on Felix’s face and sealed the deal.

“Fucking deal.”

He promptly made his way to Felix and grabbed him by his nape. These two ridiculously gorgeous men were making out a little too enthusiastically like they already knew how to kiss each other by heart, and the sight was more than pleasing. As much as Hyunjin was busy teasing Felix with his hands all over him, half of his attention was still on you. By the end of their makeout session, both men look like they were dunked in a neon-colored pool of arousal, hair in disarray, eyes darkened, and slightly panting.

“Very good,” you slowly clapped at their performance, “I deem your offering worthy.”

“You want your gear?”

“Yes, please,” you replied to Felix in a cute singsongy voice and gestured Hyunjin to approach, “Turn around.”

You started kissing his back to relax him, slightly annoyed at his perfectly defined features. Hyunjin’s excitement was already through the roof and the way your nipples were brushing against his skin was certainly of no help to keep it contained. You gently pressed your palms on his shoulder blades to signal him to lie face down.

“On your knees. Arch your ass for me.”

Besides Felix, Hyunjin could be the prettiest man you’d ever had the pleasure of rimming, and the way he was already reacting to you started to make you see red. You could feel your urges rapidly seeping through you, so much so that his moans were practically ringing in your ears. Felix might have been only watching this from the sidelines, but it was quite a new kind of turn on he was experiencing. You had done this to him many times before, but he never got to actually see what you looked like in action.

After prepping Hyunjin sufficiently, you put on the strap and rested your back against the headboard.

“Come sit on my lap,” you slowly pulled him towards you, “No touching yourself. I’ll take care of it.”

You aligned the dildo at a comfortable angle for him to sink on and once adjusted to the feeling, you pressed on his chest to lean into you more.

“Fuck yourself on me, pretty.”

When Hyunjin started moving, you met his movements halfway and started playing with his balls as you fucked into him. He let out a guttural groan when you wrapped one hand around his girth to lazily jerk him off.

“God, I should have asked him to stretch you first,” you whispered into his ear, “You’re a little too tight, aren’t you?”

It started feeling a little too good as you began stroking him with faster pumps. Basking in the intense pleasure provided by you, Hyunjin momentarily halted his movements. You heard the delicious hiss he let out when you pulled on his hair.

“Did I say you could fucking stop?”

You started fucking him at a rapidly quickening pace, syncing your hand movements to your rhythm and grazing your teeth on the sensitive skin on his neck. When you cupped his tightened balls and started caressing them very gently, something in Hyunjin violently snapped and you watched him cum all over himself with breathless throaty moans. His orgasm went to his head so hard that it took a while for him to come back to his senses. You helped him clean up and just as you were about to lay back down to hold up your end of the deal…

He kissed you.

You were so taken aback by it that you couldn’t even reciprocate at first, and of course he noticed the awkwardness of the way you were reacting to him.

“Doesn’t he ever kiss you?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

You shook your head, averting your eyes from him as if this was something to be ashamed of.

“Why not?”

“I told him not to,” you explained, “That’s not in our agreement.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Hyunjin’s intense judgment didn’t stem from the fact that you and Felix had never kissed. It was due to how fucking stupid he was being. He had listened to this guy talk about you every chance he got, and from the looks of it, you were a little too into him yourself. If there was one context you two could pretend some facts didn’t exist, it was here, so why the fuck weren’t either of you taking advantage of it?

“Pass me the No.0, will you?” Hyunjin addressed Felix, “Then sit behind her.”

As Felix handed him a small chrome-plated sphere, Hyunjin reclined you against Felix’s chest again.

“I know you have your own demonic shit going on and I don’t judge, but this is how you properly do it,” then he playfully winked at you, “Just so you know my tongue works on praise.”

He started his ministrations with a dragged-out swipe of his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, immediately melting you into Felix. You felt his tongue gliding all over cunt smearing his saliva and your own slick everywhere, not leaving a single spot unteased.

“You know what a clit sucker can’t do?” he emphatically asked his rhetorical question, “It can’t eat your pussy.”

He covered his mouth over your folds and swirled his tongue painfully slowly around your clit just to see how many licks it would take to get to the center of you. You could feel yourself dripping down towards your hips. Hyunjin smoothly placed the plug inside your ass and kept eating you to get you completely drenched.

“It can’t tell you how delicious your cunt is. It can’t get aroused by the sounds you make.”

He teased your entrance for a while, then flattened his tongue and lazily pushed it inside you. You didn’t know it was possible to get tongue-fucked like this.

“Oh, fuck, that’s– You’re fucking amazing.”

“It can’t get this fucking hard when you start cursing like that,” he placed wet kisses on your throbbing folds, “It can’t lick you deeper when you praise like that.”

He started moving the little ball inside you with careful movements to stretch you while sloppily making out with your cunt. You rested your head on Felix’s shoulder and grabbed his nape in a dire need to hold onto something.

“Kiss her,” Hyunjin firmly instructed Felix, “And kiss her deep. She’ll love it, trust me.”

You and Felix briefly looked at each other with hesitation written all over your faces. While your initial justification was different, there was a reason you had avoided it for so long. Things were fine the way they were and this would change things. You were scared to face what those changes would look like.

Right in the middle of your internal monologue, Felix unleashed himself on your lips and you finally satisfied the evergrowing curiosity of what his lips would feel like in yours. He was kissing you as deeply as Hyunjin was licking into you and it was fucking mindblowing. You were breathless by the time you stopped.

“There should be a consequence of getting yourself licked by someone else, don’t you think?” Felix spoke against your lips.

“What did you have in mind?”

He leaned into your ear and whispered breathily in that abyssal voice of his.

“I wanna fuck your ass and make you cum when I’m fucking dismantling you.”

His words hit you so hard that you almost came on the spot and had to stop Hyunjin in a hurry.

“Don’t– don’t finish me. Not yet.”

“But you’re on the brink already.”

“Just… Not yet!”

“See how much better that was?” he wiped his chin with a content smile and cautiously removed the plug, then handed an actual bottle of lube to Felix to prep you and himself.

“Looks so damn perfect. Molded for me,” he aligned his cock with you, “I’ll slide right in,”

You had only taken him halfway, but the tightness already made him want to combust.

“Oh, FUCK, that’s the stuff,” he started carefully working you open with shallow thrusts, “Sit on me.”

Hyunjin watched you until Felix completely disappeared inside you, giving himself a few pumps in the meantime, and nestled between your legs to pave his way in you. He sharply hissed with delight as he was sliding in.

“Too fucking tight,” he groaned, “How the fuck do you even stretch her?”

You and Felix started snickering at each other, and Felix responded.

“I don’t. She likes it this way.”

“Listen to this shit. Fucking incredible,” Hyunjin moved slowly to the obscene squelch sounds coming from your pussy as pushed further, “I wish I could go down on you while fucking you, but since I can’t…”

He grabbed the clit sucker from the nightstand and handed it to Felix. Then both men started moving inside you with a lazy rhythm. With the familiar texture of the silicone pressed against your clit again, you were about to overdose on arousal.

“Admit it, you love this,” Felix kissed your jawline, “Much better with the two of us inside you, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. You just pulled on his nape as a response and he buried himself into your neck while fondling your breasts.

Filled to the brim on both ends, this was a whole new realm of pleasure you hadn’t experienced before. You were getting fucked and sucked and licked and touched at the same time, and you had never been this close to splitting into your atoms.

“Harder,” you screamed, “Fuck me harder!”

Your words drove both of them to go full berserk, both inside you as well as on your clit, resolute to give you the most violent orgasm of your life.

“I wanna see what you look like cumming all over me,” Hyunjin spoke in between his panting, “I wanna watch the way your cum drips down your thighs. I promise I’ll lick it clean for you.”

All of a sudden, you felt Felix’s loud and breathy whispering in your ear, uttering the words that were going to obliterate you in every possible sense of the word.

“Do it for me, baby.”

It was over for you.

You felt yourself quite literally explode. Convulsing hard with the shocks of your orgasm, you squeezed both men trapped inside you, and they had no way of holding it back anymore. It was the filthiest kind of bliss you had ever experienced, feeling yourself getting filled with warm spurts of cum on both ends, arms and legs tangled with each other to form this bubble of extreme lust. As Hyunjin collapsed on top of you, you let yourself rest against Felix’s chest. Nobody said anything for a while. All you were able to hear was heavy breathing sounds dying down.

“You know,” you turned to Felix and uttered very seriously, “keeping your sex toys clean is very important.”

“Right,” he immediately agreed and pretended to get off the bed, “I’ll go run a bath for Hyunjin.”

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