#anyways I actually almost exclusively take videos of her because she’s camera shy

[laomelettedufromage]

Fuck it.

Lexi. If you even care.

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

Summary:  Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM. 

All the warnings listed on Part I apply.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V /  Part VI /  Part VII /  Part VIII  / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

-x-

Almost two months after moving out of Beck’s place, Peter was able to rent an apartment in the same building as Ned and MJ. It was tiny, of course, but pretty inexpensive, compared to other options he found around that area. Besides, with the money he made with Just4Fans over those few weeks, he would be able to afford it comfortably for at least a few months – largely thanks to YKWIM. He still planned on saving up as much as possible, so he put a lot of effort into making his account grow and it was working – by the end of April, he was up to five hundred subscribers.

He didn’t check to see what Beck was doing, he was too afraid to look and see him with his new boyfriend, but he got lots of comments from his old fans, who still followed Beck, telling him that the new boy had nothing on him. Again, he didn’t dare to check, but the ego boost was nice, even if he didn’t really believe them. Also, he was down to crying once every two days instead of every other day, so he was counting that as a win as well.

His apartment was still pretty empty, specially because he spent most of his time downstairs at his friends’ place, but he decorated the bathroom and his room to the best of his ability, since they would be the background of pretty much all his videos and pictures. He also bought some new lingerie sets, a few costumes and sex toys he wasn’t even sure how to use, but he was slowly figuring them out.

Aside from decorating his room and the bathroom, he also bought an armchair and placed it by the  window with a couple of pillows. It was a nice spot to spend the afternoon reading or working on his computer. The light in that apartment was great, sunlight streamed right into his living room and warmed it up nicely. As they approached the end of April, the weather was getting better everyday.

Some days, he felt happy. He felt okay with the fact that he was still doing porn and that it wasn’t a terrible crime. Sure, it wasn’t what he had planned to do with his life, but he was young, he would eventually figure things out. For the time being, he needed that gig and he couldn’t beat himself up for it. Also, it wasn’t so bad now that he was only doing solo stuff.

Some other days, though, were just – hard. He remembered all the videos that were still online and he felt awful for the sole reason that they existed. Not so much for the ones he filmed with Beck, he was somewhat okay with those, the guy was his boyfriend after all, they had sex anyway, the only difference was the camera in the room. But the other ones…

When he started filming with other men, it quickly turned into an unpleasant experience for him. He hated every second of it and always ended up feeling guilty, used and disposable at the end of the day. Beck didn’t make it any better with the way he looked at him afterwards as he told him to get in the shower.

He wasn’t entirely sure of the reasons why those videos bothered him so much, sometimes it felt like it wasn’t even him in them. It was like he was watching a different person, he looked at himself and felt completely dissociated from that boy – at the same time, he looked at him and he knew – he knew – exactly what he was feeling when those were shot.

But that was a lot to unpack and he just wasn’t ready for that particular crisis.  

So in short, sometimes he was still a little unsure about how long he would be able to keep his Just4Fans account, because even though most days he didn’t feel too weird about it, sometimes it reminded him of things he preferred to forget. But that was fine, he was usually able to work around that. Also, most of his subscribers were great and didn’t make him feel like a cheap whore, so he had that going for him as well.

YKWIM was one of the good ones. They chatted almost daily, and Peter always sent him exclusive pictures and videos just because. He never posted those pictures on his feed once he sent them to him, it was their little secret. In return, he got his own collection of short videos of YKWIM finishing himself off. He didn’t know much about the person behind the videos, he’d taken to calling him daddy because most of his subscribers seemed to like it and YKWIM never complained, so it stuck.

Peter did know he lived in New York – which made him shiver – and that he was a businessman of some kind, but he also always talked about a workshop, so Peter wasn’t sure and he avoided asking personal questions. He worked most of the day and into the night, they usually talked when it was late, always around two in the morning.

He traveled a lot, too, and sometimes sent Peter small clips of his hotel rooms or the view from his balcony. In return, Peter sent him pictures of his messy bedroom and the horrible view from his window as a joke. It was nice talking to him, he always made Peter laugh – and then it often ended with a very satisfying orgasm that put him right to sleep, which was awesome.

Peter estimated YKWIM was older than Beck, but not by too much. He clearly had a fit body, which at first led him to believe he was in his thirties, at most; but he noticed YKWIM sometimes talked about the 80’s like he lived them, so he had to be at least in his forties, but Peter couldn’t be sure. He really wished he would show his face, though, it would be nice to have one to fantasize about. But then again, maybe it would ruin the whole thing.

One afternoon, after Peter spent hours taking pictures, shooting videos and editing them so he could post them over the following week, he got a message from YKWIM. He hurried to check it and was shocked to see that he had sent him yet another tip – forty thousand dollars this time.

“For you to buy pretty things so you can show them off to me.” Said the message that came with the money.

Peter almost dropped his phone when he saw it. It had been only five weeks since his last insane tip, so that made fifty thousand dollars in just a little over a month. For, like, thirty nudes. Who even was that guy?

“Wow, daddy, that’s way too much!” He added a flushed face emoji, for lack of something better to say. He was honestly feeling a little overwhelmed, even if the guy had millions to spend, there was no way just giving someone that amount of money was normal.

“That’s not nearly enough for what you’ve given me, baby.” Peter’s cheeks burned.

“I’m very flattered, but please, I really don’t think I deserve all this.” He was pretty sure he sounded pathetic, but that was how he felt, so. Yeah.

“Oh, but you do. Trust me, you really, really do. You’re worth every penny.” Peter bit his lower lip, a little unsure and still a little shocked.

“At least tell me what you’d like to see from me, please. Do you have any kinks that you’d like me to perform? Don’t be shy.” He asked, even though it always made him nervous to offer that kind of thing. Sometimes people were just waiting for the perfect opportunity to make the weirdest requests.

But, to be fair, he had been talking to YKWIM for over a month, so he somewhat trusted him not to ask for anything too absurd.  And then again, the guy had just paid him forty thousand dollars.

“Well, if you insist...” Here it comes, Peter thought, bracing himself. “Red and gold are my favorite colors. I’d love to see you wearing them.” Oh. Not what he was expecting at all.

“Done! Anything else? Come on, there’s gotta be something else.” Again, risky move. But again, forty thousand dollars.

“I’d love to hear you. You’re always so quiet in your videos. If you feel comfortable, I’d love to hear you call my name.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at that request. It sounded… almost sweet? It obviously wasn’t meant like that, it was completely sexual, but out of all the wild things he could have asked for, he wanted to hear Peter call his name.

“What’s your name, daddy?”

“Tony.” Tony. Peter tested the word out on his tongue, saying it out loud once, twice. Tony. It suited the image he had created in his head. Tony.

“I can definitely do that, Tony. Anything else?”

“Buy yourself something pretty and send me a picture wearing it. Nothing sexual. Something you’d wear to a date with me.” Peter’s breath hitched. He supposed it was probably just a weird, rich people kink or something, but his mind went wild anyway. Very, very wild.

“I don’t know what I’d wear to a date with you, daddy. Any advice?”

“I like expensive and beautiful things such as yourself, baby.”

Normally, Peter wouldn’t appreciate being called expensive, like he was a thing to be bought, but he felt weirdly flattered by the answer. He promised YKW – Tony – he would send everything he requested over the next few days, and he was actually excited about the whole thing. And of course he knew that feeling was trouble, there were warning signs flashing like crazy before his eyes, but he ignored them and convinced himself that he was just having fun and he was allowed to have fun if he was going to keep doing porn. He didn’t have to feel miserable and guilty all the fucking time. He could – and should! – take some pleasure from it. He deserved it.

So the following day he asked MJ to go shopping with him, but he still didn’t tell her the whole story, he just said it was for his Just4Fans and she readily agreed to go. They went to Victoria’s Secret and Peter told her what he had in mind.

“So, how’s the job going? You’re doing okay? Not too overwhelmed?” She asked coolly as they searched through the panties section.

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s different when I’m in control, you know? Like, I know my limits and I don’t need to count on other people to respect them. Well, most of the time. So it’s cool.”

Some subscribers were a little pushy sometimes, asking for things Peter wasn’t willing to do and then getting really aggressive after being told no. But it didn’t affect him as much as it did when Beck ignored his boundaries, because those pushy subscribers could be easily blocked, whereas with Beck, well. It was a different story.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to push your limits, okay?” Michelle stopped what she was doing to grab him by the shoulders and force him to look at her. “If you ever feel like stopping, for whatever reason, just do it. No matter what, you’ll always have me and Ned, understand? We’re family, we’re here for you, we’d never leave you alone. If you want to stop, we’ll figure something out together, you hear me?” The way she looked into his eyes made him understand that she really meant every single word of it.

Family. He had a family with them.

Peter felt silly tearing up in the middle of Victoria’s Secret, so he pulled her into his arms and hid his face in her neck.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that,” he muttered, as she squeezed him a little tighter, before pushing him away.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all teary-eyed on me, come on, you’ll ruin my reputation.” She looked around, sniffing, then stuck her hands in her pockets. Peter laughed halfheartedly, drying the corner of his eyes. “C’mon, there are panties to be bought.”

They spent a couple of hours searching the store, but in the end he found the perfect set. He bought some other pieces, too, for his feed, people had been asking for lingerie a lot lately, after a slightly weird phase of cat ears and tails. Once they left Victoria’s Secret, Peter was nervous because he had to tell MJ at least part of the truth to get her help with the second part of Tony’s request.

“So, listen,” he started and she turned to him, happily sipping her large coffee as they walked down the street. “I have this subscriber. He’s, like, a rich, old dude who always sends me tips and stuff. Anyway, he gave me some money and asked me to buy something nice and pose for him, but like, not in a sexual way. He wants to see me clothed.” She frowned, staring at him suspiciously. “Um. I was wondering if you could help me with that?”

She was silent for a few seconds, just looking at him with narrowed eyes. He looked away discreetly, trying to avoid her mind-reading skills.

“Should I be worried?” She asked, finally. He shook his head and chuckled nervously, waving a hand dismissively.

“He’s harmless, just some lonely, old dude. So, will you help?” He looked at her expectantly. She was still frowning and definitely knew something was up, but she nodded anyway, to Peter’s relief.

“What do you have in mind?” MJ asked and resumed her stroll down the street, Peter had to jog a little to keep up.

“Something expensive and beautiful,” He quoted Tony, like an idiot, because he honestly had no idea what that meant.

“That’s oddly specific and somehow not helpful at all.” She lifted an eyebrow and looked around the busy street. “How expensive are we talking about?”

“I’m not sure. Very?” He answered nervously, and, yet again, she looked looked like she wanted to rip the truth out of him, but she also knew that was not the way to go with him.  

“How much did this guy give you?”

“Um. for – five thousand dollars.” He stuttered. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her the actual amount, because it sounded absolutely insane and she would worry unnecessarily.

“Holy shit!? Fuck, why aren’t I doing porn?!” She screeched and Peter hurried to put his hands over her mouth, because at least three people turned around to look at them.

“Don’t even joke about that, you hear me? You have a bright future ahead of you, don’t fuck it up,” he told her seriously and she looked like she wanted to argue just for the sake of being annoying, but something in the way he looked at her must have made her realize he meant it.

“Chill, I’m joking.” She patted his shoulder and looked away. “So. Five thousand dollars? We can work with that.”

He was a little scared of the weird gleam in her eyes, but followed her anyway.

They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping, it was a lot of fun and he even got her a pair of shoes she kept staring longingly at. She was worried they would go over the budget because she wanted him to save some of the money, but he assured her he could afford it. They managed to put together a great outfit that he was very confident about and then called Ned to meet them for dinner in the evening.

Later, they took the subway home and, for a while, he felt like a normal 20-year-old guy – happy, weightless and just a little heartbroken, like everyone was bound to be at some point in life. He was going to be okay, he realized. That thought hit him like a punch in the face and it felt fucking awesome.

He rested his head on Ned’s shoulder with a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of MJ’s hand on his thigh.

It was around midnight when he got home, which for him was still a little early, he had developed the terrible habit of going to bed well after two in the morning – he blamed Tony, but to be fair, many of his subscribers were mostly active around that time as well. He debated whether or not he should start working on Tony’s requests, he was a little tired from a long day of walking around carrying bags, but also surprisingly eager to show the older man what he got for him.

He took the Victoria’s Secret bag and displayed the new outfit on the bed. It was a simple, but beautiful lingerie set. What Peter loved most about it was the fabric – it was made of deep red satin, smooth and glossy, and it felt simply amazing on the skin.

He decided to try it on, just to make sure it fit properly.

The top was a delicate bralette, two little triangles only big enough to hide his nipples and a little bit of his pecs. It was the perfect size for him, it sat flush with his skin, no unflattering cup gaps. The panties were tiny, Peter wasn’t too sure about those back in the store, he was worried not everything would fit in it. It did, but just barely, but it actually worked in his favor, in his humble opinion. Lastly, he put on the garter belt, which was just a thin piece of fabric that went around his waist, with two straps that hung down to clasp onto two elastic bands that went around his thighs.

Since Tony said red and gold, he also put on a thick, golden choker, just to see how it would look.

Once he was dressed, he went to check in the mirror. He bit his lower lip, running his hand over the fabric that covered his chest. It felt really smooth, and the way it brushed against his nipples sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Tony’s hands on his body. They looked strong enough to hurt, but he imagined they would be gentle with him, as they traced a path from his collarbone to his neck, to wrap themselves around his throat – but not tight enough to choke him, just a promise.

He sighed, as if to check that he could still breath under the pressure, and slowly slid his hands down from his neck, brushing his hard nipples on their way down to the front of the panties – God, it was so smooth...

For some reason, he imagined Tony would be a gentle lover. Maybe it was the way he talked to him, always so charming, all sweetheart and baby, all praise and compliments. Maybe it was the way he never demanded anything, only asked nicely, all please and thank you.  

Tony wouldn’t ruin him, like he promised so many times in those last few weeks, he would fuck him long and slow, raspy voice whispering sweet praise in his ear, rough hands holding him down, hips snapping with each unrelenting thrust.

He bit his lips, knees buckling as he felt the front of the panties getting wet, while his leaking cock struggled to get free.

Well, then.

He grabbed his camera from the closet and positioned it on a tripod in front of the bed, just a few feet away, and programmed it to take pictures every five seconds. He sat on the bed, facing the camera, feet still on the floor, and just closed his eyes for a minute, letting a sigh escape his lips as the fantasy from before filled his mind again.

He spread his legs and his fingers reached down to the front of his panties again. His cock felt impossibly hard, straining against the delicate fabric, dark pink tip peeking out of over the top of the tiny underwear. He touched himself slowly, hips rocking lightly to match the pace of his own hand, as he listened to the clicks of the pictures being taken.

He had to force himself to stop, before he lost control, and moved to kneel on the bed, with his side facing the camera, and lowered his chest until it was touching the mattress, letting his back curve in a sinful arch, head turned to the side, staring right at the lens. At Tony. Imagining what he would do if he were there.

He sat back on his heels and turned his back to the camera, spreading his knees, each of his hands grabbing one ass cheek, pulling them apart, only a thin, barely there strip of fabric hiding his nakedness. He looked over his shoulder and waited for the camera to take at least a couple of pictures.

Next, he laid on his back, side facing the camera again, left hand rubbing one nipple over the silky fabric, as the right one reached down the front of the panties, to finally give himself some sort of relief. He let out an almost pained moan as he wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, once, twice, but all that teasing was driving him a little insane.

He knew he should probably take a few more pictures, but he also knew wouldn’t last much longer.

He got off the bed and went to the dresser where he kept all of his “work stuff”. He grabbed a tube of lube and a vibrator that was neither too small, nor too big, it was a size Peter was comfortable with.

He switched the camera to video mode, pressed record and resumed his position on the bed, knees on the bed, holding his lower body up, and chest resting on the mattress. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, pushed the panties a little to the side and circled his hole gently, slowly, because that was how he imagined Tony would do it. Those big, rough hands would have grabbed him by the hips, put him in that exact position, before teasing him mercilessly.

He moaned quietly and closed his eyes, rubbing slow circles around his rim, pressing a little against his entrance, but not hard enough to breach it. He felt his cock pulsing, begging for attention, but he didn’t dare to touch it, not yet.

“Tony, please...” He whined, pushing his hips back against his own hand, he was so lost in his fantasy he almost forgot he didn’t need to beg. Almost. “I need you...”

Gently, he started pushing one finger inside, knuckle by knuckle, he was so aroused he barely felt the burn, just delicious pressure that made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He started fucking himself on his finger, feeling the muscles around it slowly make way.

“’Been thinking about you, Tony…” he rasped out, hips pushing back against his hand. “Can’t stop thinking ‘bout you...” When he felt loose enough, he pushed another finger inside, the stretch becoming a little more noticeable as he slowly scissored himself open. He got on all fours and turned his back to the camera to give Tony a better view, all spread out for him, and kept fucking himself, picking up the pace once just those two fingers weren’t enough. “Fuck, daddy, need you so bad...”

He eased the fingers out of himself, sighing at the loss, and reached for the vibrator that was sitting on the bed and turned to face the camera again. He knelt on the bed and, with one hand, he propped the vibrator up on the mattress, holding it down from behind him, as with the other hand he guided its tip to his already abused hole.

He flicked the switch and it vibrated to life, nudging against his hole before finally slipping in. Peter’s breath hitched at the intrusion, feeling the delicious burn on his lower back, as he moved his hips up and down slowly, trying to push more of it inside with each painful thrust.

“Fuck me, Tony,” he begged, as his free hand finally reached for his neglected cock, pumping it hard and fast, matching the maddening pace his hips set. He lost all sense of rhythm when he felt the tip of the vibrator finally – finally – reach his prostate and he pushed it even further in, until the pressure against the bundle of nerves became too much and he exploded in one of the best orgasms he had had in a long, long time. “Oh, f-fuck!” His vision went dark for a second as he let himself fall back on the bed, wasted.

He spent almost ten minutes just lying there, trying to catch his breath and regain consciousness. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that, he was boneless, floaty, completely satisfied. It was honestly the best he felt in months.

When his legs stopped shaking, he got up and headed straight to the shower, still feeling a little dizzy and weak, but he wasn’t complaining.

Once he was finished, he debated whether he should just go to bed or send Tony what he had, but with the way he was feeling, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so easily. So decided to send at least the pictures right away, even though it was nearing 3AM. Peter knew Tony was probably up, the man did say that he was an insomniac and that he sometimes went days without any real sleep, so it wasn’t a surprise when he answered just a few minutes after Peter sent them.

“Holy fuck, Peter!!” Peter bit his lower lip, burying his face in the pillow to hide his blush, even though he was alone in his room.“What the fuck, baby, it’s three in the morning, are you trying to fucking kill me?!”

“So you like them?” He asked with feigned innocence.

“I fucking love them, you little tease, these are hands down my favorites yet. I swear I’m gonna have them framed and hung in my workshop and I’ll spend the rest of my fucking days just writing odes to you.” Peter giggled into the pillow, turning on his side to get more comfortable on the bed.

“I bet you say that to all the boys.” He joked lightly, blushing again, which was stupid, but he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck no! You’re something else, kitten, and you don’t even know it.” Peter suppressed a smile, biting his lower lip.

“Are you touching yourself right now, daddy?”

“To be honest, I’m so fucking hard I think I’m gonna come instantly if I even brush my fingers on my cock. I’m literally just staring at the pictures right now and worrying I’m gonna come untouched just from that.” Peter laid on his stomach and bit the pillow, gently rocking his hips against the bed.

“That’s so hot. Can I see it?”

Seconds later, there was a video in the chat. He played it immediately and, sure enough, Tony wasn’t kidding. His cock was rock hard, throbbing, the head was an angry purple, already glistening with pre-cum. Tony was just holding it at the base, not daring to touch it, and the whole thing almost made Peter hard again, but he was really exhausted.

“Fuck, daddy, I really wish I could help you with that.”

“Oh, you don’t even know what I wish.”

Tony didn’t say anything for a few minutes and Peter figured he had gone to sleep, but then his phone beeped, alerting him to another message from him. It was, of course, a picture of Tony’s spent cock, resting against his belly, which was covered in come, so much of it Peter’s mouth watered.

“Was it good, daddy?”

“The best, sweetheart. Thank you. I’m gonna sleep like a baby today.” Peter chuckled. Tony always said that was high praise coming from someone who hardly ever slept and the younger man took his word for it.

“Goodnight, Tony. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Looking forward to it, Pete.”

He knew he was fucked the second he tried to suppress a small smile, but couldn’t.

[tjwritesfanfics]

Imagine being a part of the camera crew and BTS never noticed you

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AN: This was a cute request. After this we didn’t take any more requests because Melissa had two she was working on, still is, and her life is a little hectic. Please be patient with her.

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Seokjin

Jin was just finishing up his last photo shoot of the day

He was stoked to go home

Or so he thought

“Hey Seokjin? I’m sorry to do this, but the last few photos didn’t come out well. Could you stay here with y/n to retake them?”

Didn’t come out well? There was no bad angle of him how could it?

Turns out one of the crew members thought they were out of the shot, but sadly was not

Also y/n? Who was that?

“Sorry about that Jin.” You spoke from beside him

Effectively scaring the shit out of him

You apologize profusely

Jin didn’t even notice because he was staring at you

How had he missed you before? You were stunning

One things for sure

He was definitely not going to leave here without your number

Namjoon

He knew of your existence, but never really saw you saw you

It wasn’t till he broke your camera that he actually saw your face

Now he was flustered for two different reasons

“I I’m so sorry!” He cried

As sad as you were about the camera, it WAS your fault after all

You weren’t looking where you were going and bumped into him as he turned a corner causing you to drop the camera

Breaking it in the process

“It’s okay. At least the memory card is still intact.”

That still didn’t stop him from trying to buy you a new camera

But of course you wouldn’t let him

After two weeks you went into your studio to find a brand new camera waiting on the table with a letter

I know you said not to worry about it, but I couldn’t just let it go. It was nice meeting you y/n. I hope to see you again. XXX-XXX-XXXX -Namjoon

You would definitely have to give him a call

Yoongi

Yoongi had in a bad mood all day

But of course he still had to be professional and go to his photo shoot

All his smiles were forced and everyone could tell, but they weren’t stupid enough to tell him and face his wrath

Well luckily you were that stupid

And impatient

Usually these shoots go off without a hitch and you got to go home quickly, but he was dragging it on

Fed up, you placed your camera on the ground and walked over to him

He glares. Who was this person and why are they in his personal space?

“Look I know your smiles are forced. If I know it then your fans will DEFINITELY know it. So lighten up!”

You go back to your camera and pick it back up

Oh… you were part of the camera crew. Yoongi had never really seen your face because it was always hidden behind the camera

But you were straight forward with him and he liked that

It helped a little that he thought you were the cutest girl he’s seen

Hoseok

Hoseok made it his mission to know everyone in the staff

He wanted them to feel comfortable around him since they were going to spend a lot of time together anyway

Might as well make it fun!

So how did he miss you after all these years?

According to the other staff members you had been working with them for 3 years

They said you were shy and liked to hide behind your camera so it wasn’t that surprising he didn’t notice you

Heck they barely noticed you themselves, but admired your work greatly

They told him you worked on almost exclusively videoing him during performances for the fan cam

So you had been there for years and videoed him for his fans and he STILL hadn’t noticed you?

Wow talk about insensitive

After that he sought you out and when he found you he was stunned

You were beautiful

He definitely had to get to know you

Jimin

You were on the camera crew from day one, but you didn’t have much of a presence

Not that you minded. You left them alone and they left you alone with your camera

You had only one friend and she happened to be the one doing make up

So how did you end up in front of Park Jimin doing his makeup?

His make up artist was sick and called at the last minute and your oh so best friend pointed out that you happened to be good at makeup

You tried to escape, to retreat back behind your camera, but it was almost time for the interview and they were desperate

“You know… you’re really cute. What’s your name?”

“Y/n”

“Y/n. I haven’t seen you before. Are you new?”

You shook your head telling him that you had always taken their pictures since their debut

That he was amazed at

All these years and he didn’t even notice the cutie behind the camera?

Well he was going to have to change that and ask you out sometime

Taehyung

It was before their concert that you made his heart stop

You had gone back stage to find stage bathroom before you went back out to record the entire concert, but got lost

This was the first time you had been in this building so you weren’t familiar with it

You were sure you found it, but when you opened it Taehyung was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt

Woah. He was hot.

You knew that, but seeing him this close was a whole different story

“I I’m sorry! I I thought this was the bathroom.”

Taehyung didn’t move. You didn’t move. His shirt was still half unbuttoned. Your brain was turning to mush

“Who are you?”

“I I’m y/n. I’m part of the camera crew.”

Part of the camera crew? Why hadn’t he seen you before? You must have been new because he definitely would have remembered your cute face

“Really? I’ve never seen you before. Are you new?”

You shook your head

Oh

“Well then y/n. I hope I see more of you.”

And he would make sure he did

Jungkook

It’s no surprise that Jungkook loves camera

But what most people didn’t know was that you taught him about them

When he wanted to learn he went around asking if he could hold their camera

Of course they said no

But you didn’t

He didn’t recognize your face, but he did recognized your voice

You were the head photographer on the camera crew and were always hidden behind a camera

He didn’t know why though

He thought you were gorgeous once he finally saw you

You two spent a lot of time together after that

You taught him everything you knew about cameras

And he got you to come out of your shell

“See! You don’t need to hide that beautiful face y/n.”

Oh this boy was going to be the death of you

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Amber Rose on Why 'Moms Are Allowed to Be Sexy' (Exclusive Q&A)

"I'm a true feminist in every aspect," Amber Rose says. 

The 34-year-old model and Slutwalk founder is opening up not about her business ventures, or her dating life, but about motherhood. One look at Rose's Instagram account paints her as an unapologetically sexual, business-minded woman, with sweet photos and videos of her 5-year-old son, Sebastian, peppered frequently throughout her feed. 

"Moms are allowed to be sexy," she tells ET. "We are allowed to still have fun. We are allowed to go out at night when our kids are asleep and still have a good time. Our lives are not over because we have children." 

In fact, Rose admits, she sometimes crosses a line with her posts in an effort to bait the mom-shamers. 

"I almost go overboard on purpose to kinda piss people off and make them say mean things about me, so women can be like, 'I need that! I need to see that,'" she says. "That gives them more confidence. ... You can't just sit in the house and not have a life anymore because you have children or because your husband is away working. It's just not fair. You only have one life to live and you should live it to the fullest." 

Rose says she hopes to set an example for her son, whom she shares with her ex-husband, rapper Wiz Khalifa. 

"I want my son to see me still do amazing things," she muses, "and grow up and be like, 'Man, my mom was having a good time. She took care of me, she got up for school.' I just believe that moms can do it all." 

Read on for more frank discussion about motherhood, co-parenting and why it was so important to set aside her differences to wish Khloe Kardashian well with her new baby. The interview has been edited and condensed. 

ET: A lot of people say, "Oh, you don't lose yourself when you become a mother," but I believe it must be hard. 

Amber Rose: Well, yeah, I mean, as society teaches you, you have to be a certain way. You're a mother, you can't do this. You're a mother, you can't be sexy anymore. You're a mother, you're not allowed to go and have fun anymore, and I truly don't believe that. I believe that you're still yourself, you're just a mom. I just feel like I want my son to see me still do amazing things and grow up and be like, "Man, my mom was having a good time. She took care of me, she got up for school." I just believe that moms can do it all. 

Let's talk about your journey. Take me through when you first discovered you were pregnant. 

I was engaged to be married. I was planning my wedding and I think I was just so consumed with that that I didn't even realize I was probably, like, a week late. I called my fiance at the time, he was on tour, and I was like, "I'm pregnant." And we were like, "Yeah, woo!" We were so excited. And then I had a miscarriage, which, at that time I didn't realize was actually very normal for women to have miscarriages all the time. I felt like it was the end of the world. A month later, I was pregnant again and my son, I mean, girl, he stuck in there. He grew so fast. 

I wanted to have an at-home natural birth, but he wound up being breach. He was sitting upright, Indian-style facing my back, so I had to have a C-section and they pulled him out by his little booty, and here he is five years old now. 

Even before we have our children, there's so many things that we're learning are out of our control and we can't plan for. How have you learned to cope along the way? 

It's so funny because as a new mom, you're gonna read every book and you're gonna be like, "I am gonna be the most amazing mom ever" and then your baby's gonna come and you're gonna be like, "What do I do now? How many ounces do I feed him? Does he need to burp now? Did he burp, was that a burp? I don't know if that was a burp." You just learn as you go. You think you have it all figured out until you get your baby and then it's just like, you just figure it out. Or you look to the elders, your parents and stuff like that.

What was your support system like at that time? 

I was like every other typical mom where I was like, "I can do it. I'm his mother, I can get up all night." Maybe a month went by and I was sleep deprived, it was like I was falling asleep with him in my arms and I was like, "You know what, I'm not gonna feel bad or feel ashamed that I really want a baby nurse so I can sleep at night." And that's what I did, and it was the first night that I actually got 12 hours of sleep or something like that. It was amazing. 

Talk to me about dealing with mom-shamers. Do you feel like it's something that you need to fight or is it better to just let them go? 

Oh no, I fight. I'm from Philly. All day I fight. I fight for the greater good of moms and women and just, you know, I'm a true feminist in every aspect. Moms are allowed to be sexy, we are allowed to be sexual beings, we are allowed to still have fun. We're allowed to go out at night when our kids are asleep and still have a good time. Our lives are not over because we have children. 

You've built a brand on supporting women and supporting women's sexuality, and I think that's something a lot of moms and new moms can be shy about. Why is that so important to you to continue that messaging? 

It's just my passion. It just lives in me, it's what I do. I almost go overboard on purpose to kinda piss people off and make them, like, say mean things about me, so women can be like, "I need that! I need to see that," because that gives them more confidence. I get [direct messages] all the time on Instagram where women are like, "My husband is overseas, he's in the military. Sometimes I go out with my friends at night and the neighborhood people, they just think I'm this horrible person because I still want to have a life." You can't just sit in the house and not have a life anymore because you have children or because your husband is away working. It's just not fair. You only have one life to live and you should live it to the fullest. 

Tell me about your parenting philosophies and how you're raising your son.  

I'm teaching him that he can do whatever he wants. For example, I got a lot of crap because I took my son to the nail salon to get his nails painted because he wanted to come with me. I teach my son to be creative. If you teach your child to be creative and to paint on a canvas, or be a tattoo artist and put tattoos on people, that's creative, but he can't be creative and paint his nails a different color? Who ever said that's only for one gender? Why does it have to be that way? I let my son be fully creative. He wants to dye his hair green, I'll put some green Kool-Aid in there, we could dye his hair. I just want him to be open and just as free as he could possibly be and not live by society norms. He has the rest of his life for people to poke at him when I'm not around. Now that I am around I let him be as pure and as creative as possible. 

I loved when you hit back at all of those people on Instagram over the Taylor Swift post. I am sure as a mama bear, you had a lot more to say than what you put out there. 

Yeah, yeah, I did. [Laughs] I definitely did. Shout-out to Taylor Swift, she sent him a whole package of VIP tickets and everything like that. He loves Taylor Swift, he loves Chicago, he loves Journey. I take him to karaoke, he sings all the songs. He's a little performer, a little ham. He loves to be in front of the camera. And it's just negative, ignorant people out there because it's like, my son is a black boy and for a black boy to like a white female artist is either gay or unheard of or what the hell are you teaching him? Or where's his father in his life? His father is very much in his life. We're both equally in his life. People just have all these negative things to say instead of just being like, this is just the sweetest, most amazing little boy and he likes what he likes and he has amazing parents that allow him to be who he wants to be. 

Tell me about putting him in the public eye. A lot of celebrities choose not to show their children's faces. Was that something you and Wiz talked about early on? 

I initially did not want to. But when he was around other people in our family, they would post him anyway and it would wind up getting shared all over. I actually stopped posting my son for about six months and what happened was, people would say, "He's always with his dad and he's never with you." And I'm like, "He's with both of us equally, I just don't post him." And then it got to the point where I was like, you know what, my son brings so much joy to the world from his videos and just how smart he is and how amazing he is.

After the Taylor Swift thing, I got on the phone with his father and I'm like, "What should we do? Should we take him back off social media?" And he was like "No, Sebastian makes people happy. Let's just continue to just keep showing how amazing he is." So that's what we do. 

Talk to me about co-parenting. You seem to be in a really good place.

I think you have to get to the point where it's not about me and him, right? So it's not about, "What girl do you have over there?" or "What guy do you have over there?" It's like, "What is your schedule? This is my schedule, let's figure out when you're gonna see the baby and when I'm gonna see the baby." So we don't do weekends or this is my week, this is his week, we live very close to each other. We get on the phone every week, "Hey, listen, I'm not gonna be here this week. Can you take Sebastian?" And vice versa and it's seamless. In a weird way, it's like we became best friends after our divorce and it just works. 

Do you have rules about when Sebastian's allowed to meet people that you're dating? 

No. We don't do that because we both know that we're both amazing parents and we're never gonna have someone around our child that is gonna be harmful to him. I don't ever ask Wiz, "Who's that girl in the video?" I know his father's amazing and I know his father's never gonna put his life in jeopardy, so I don't ever ask questions like that. 

Does Sebastian go on the road with his dad ever?

He hasn't yet. 

Do you think he will?

I'm sure. I'm sure, yeah. He'll have fun with his dad. 

Who do you see him taking after? 

He's definitely musical like his dad, for sure. He's just special. He's definitely smarter than the both of us. He just actually got accepted into a really amazing school

I want to talk about being a boy mom for a second. What are some of the biggest challenges, surprises and rewards associated with raising a little boy? 

Boys pee everywhere. [Laughs] They literally pee everywhere. He loves to run around naked. He likes the shock factor of people being like, 'You're naked!" He thinks it's hilarious. He's rough, though. He wants to wrestle, he wants to kick, he wants to fight, but it's just how boys are. I'll kick him right back. It's what we do. We roll around in the bed and we wrestle and do all kinds of cool stuff. I kinda always felt like I was gonna be a boy's mom.

Did you ever see yourself as a girl mom, as well?

No, no. 

Do you see yourself having more kids? 

I mean, you know, I gotta find a nice guy. It's not easy for me to find a nice guy with my lifestyle and who I am. They need to have a lot of understanding. But, yeah, once I find a nice guy, for sure. 

Do you see yourself with a whole houseful of kids or would you max out?

I'll see how I feel after one more. I gotta see first. 

I want to talk about the Slutwalk. Sebastian is five, have you talked about the term "slut" yet? 

Not yet. Because to me, slut is just a derogatory term that men and women use against other women to down them for their sexuality and for me to explain that to my son at five years old, he's gonna be like, "What?" But growing up with a mother like me, he's gonna know very, very early for sure. 

At what point do you want to get him involved in the Slutwalk?

He's little and Sebastian is famous, as well. People kinda don't really understand that when they're like, "Sebastian! Sebastian!" He's like, "Mom, how do they know my name?" So the Slutwalk is a lot. Last year we had over 20,000 people there. It's just a lot for a little boy to come, but he'll see the progression and we have footage, so he'll watch that as he gets older. 

Is he starting to grasp the fact that his parents are in the public eye?

I don't know. I don't fully explain that to him right now because I don't want him to look at us as not just his parents. He's like, "Amber Rose? Hey, you're Amber Rose!" And I say, "No, I'm Mommy. I'm not Amber Rose. I'm Mommy to you." 

You recently posted support for Khloe Kardashian. How important was it for you to publicly support Khloe at this time?

I mean, look, I'm a woman and I'm a mom before anything. I don't hold grudges. What we argued about four years ago is just so irrelevant to who we are now. I gotta be honest, my heart broke for her. I remember my baby being due in three days. If that were to happen to me, it's like I felt her pain. I really felt her pain. I felt like I had to say something. Of course the internet would be like, "She's being shady," [but] I really wish her the best. I hope that she's happy now with her beautiful baby being here. Kids are a blessing regardless of what else is going on. That was her blessing and that's what she got from that.

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