#bts camboy!au

[hisunshiine]

—late night talking | kth

→ posted: nov 22, 2022 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2???, camboy!au, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 4,059 → warnings: taehyung is still hot, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, fingering, use of sex toys for masturbation, syncing sex toys for long-distance sex, use of pet names, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, sex crying, minimal daddy/babygirl vibes, feelings. → credits: thank you to @peachiilovesot7​ and @downbad4yoongi​ for your feedback on this chapter! i know i ended up changing things so it may come as a surprise if you read this after it’s posted, but thanks to @heathfritillary​, she was able to give me the info i needed to do what i originally planned! → taglist: @bts-ruu​ → summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time.  → an: excited about camboy tae and can’t stop writing apparently. once again it includes the text under the images for those who need accessibility options! enjoy!! i recommend reading part 1 first!

part 1 | series masterlist

The last few hours at work have been hard for you to focus. Your mind is full of your upcoming session with KTH, your favorite camboy. After the initial shock has worn off from one, him privately messaging you, and two, announcing you as the winner of the contest, you begin to lightly panic about what it would be like. 

‘So not only will you be able to see me, but I’ll be able to see you, too.’

Those words circle your brain religiously, almost becoming a mantra. You make sure that the date aligns with your wax appointment, and you even splurge a little to get a mani-pedi so that you can feel as confident as possible when the time comes for you to appear on each other’s screen. 

Checking your phone, you see he’s sent you another message. Your heart can’t help but flutter; quick palpitations at the way his username lights up your screen with ‘One New Message’. 

Ever since he sent that initial private message to you, saying that you had won the event, he’s sent you additional flirty texts and even pictures of him that you feel should be a paid benefit with how risqué they have been. But you have sent other pictures back to him, answering his questions about how ready you are for today, and you think his words have only served to rile you up, which is probably his goal. 

He’s kept constant communications all throughout the day, and it’s hard to separate the delusional part of you that feels like this is oddly like you are in the talking phase with someone. But you remind yourself each time you slip: you pay KTH monthly as a subscriber. This is just the first time you’ve felt like you’re getting much more than your money’s worth for it. 

Opening his message, you squeeze your thighs together as you abandon your last email for his flirty communications.

[start of image words]

KTH: I’m excited for tonight, are you? You’ve been such a tease this week, I didn’t know you would make me wait this long.

[end of image words]

You chuckle at his words. He thinks you’re the tease?! He’s insane.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I had work and wanted to make sure I could give you all of my attention. Plus, I think practicing patience is a good thing.

KTH: Oh, my baby girl, I’ve learned this week that I am anything but patient when it comes to you.

KTH: I bet you haven’t been patient either, bet you’ve touched yourself at least once this week.

KTH: I have.

[end of image words]

You feel the way your panties grow wet from reading his words. This man is too good at raising your blood pressure, making you all hot and bothered.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: If anyone is a tease, sir, it is you. I’m about to leave work now, and then I’ll be home, okay? You don’t have to wait much longer.

KTH: Hurry, baby. My cock is throbbing waiting for you. 

KTH: [image sent]

[end of image words]

Logging out of your desktop computer, you grab your purse and hurry out of the office, barely acknowledging your coworkers and boss as you take your leave for the weekend.

Sliding backwards away from his computer desk, Kim Taehyung sighs. He hasn’t been so enthralled with someone in a long time, not since his last relationship. He won’t lie, he’s always been a sucker for a partner who’ll yield to him in the bedroom, so it was no surprise to him that when he saw your entry to the contest that it was immediately his number one choice. But when you completed your profile and Taehyung was able to see what you look like? Hook, line, and sinker. 

And with the little biographical info that the platform allowed him to see about you, he learns  you are in the same time zone. What if…Taehyung shakes his head, not wanting to get his hopes up. He has to focus on the session that he’s about to do with you. 

Standing up, he puts his hardened cock back into his pants, adjusting himself after sending you that picture. He can’t help it. You just make him so horny, make him want to do so many things…he feels like he wants you all the time. As a content creator, he knows he shouldn’t provide you with the pictures for free, not to mention the flirty messages all week, but he’s enjoyed getting to know a little more about you, texting throughout the evening and into the wee hours of the morning about things unrelated to his line of work. 

Taehyung likes knowing about your day, and it helps him understand how a gorgeous woman like you ended up a subscriber of his and not spending your nights with a boyfriend instead. Busy with work, no time to get out and meet men your age who have similar interests and goals, the usual bullshit women your age are dealing with. Taehyung can’t help but want to make you happier. 

You had told him that he did, that his live streams are the stress relief at the end of a long week at work, that they make you feel better if you’re feeling down, but it’s starting to not feel like enough. It’s weird to Taehyung, because it’s only been a week, but there’s just something about you…

He walks around his apartment, gathering the candles and thumbing through his phone until he finds the playlist he prepared specifically for you. He has filled it with songs you sent him all week that fit the scene you wanted, and a few he added that he knew you’d like. Despite your dream being one where you please him, he knows it will be truly symbiotic because he’ll be happiest if you experience pleasure as well.

He has a bit of a caretaker kink, and he knows that it’s probably playing into why he’s so enraptured by you. And yet, the more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t see how it can be a bad thing. If Taehyung is honest with himself, he thinks that you might be everything he’s looking for, and tonight’s session might just solidify that for him.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’ve made it home safe! I bought the stuff you told me too, so I’ll get showered and set up.

KTH: That’s my good girl. 

[end image words]

Carefully toeing off your shoes from work, you can’t ignore the way your heart beat picks up as you begin to imagine what’s to come. After putting away your things, you grab the new candles you bought in the scent KTH told you to get, and place them atop the thick headboard you purchased from IKEA. Your trusty toy is fully charged and laid on your mattress, ready for use next to a secondary one you received in the mail from the camming platform this week.

Last week, KTH informed the powers-that-be that you were the winner, and so they reached out to you directly to mail you something from KTH himself to be of use for the session today. You’re excited to try it out, because you’ve heard of this brand before and because it’s something KTH chose specifically for the two of you to explore and enjoy together. 

Your shower is quick, and you watch the time to make sure you aren’t going to be late to the session. KTH already told you how he expects you to present yourself when you two finally join the server, and you wrap the towel around your chest, tucking the edge into the top to keep it secure. You release your hair from where it’s piled on top of your head, letting it rest in its natural state.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’m just about ready, is there anything else you need for me to do?

KTH: No, baby, you’ve done so well. I’m proud of you. I’m sending you the invite for the session now, join once you’re ready. I’ll be waiting. 

 [end image words]

Smiling at his words on your phone, you adjust the small TV dinner tray that you’ve placed at the end of your bed for tonight. You take one last look around your room making sure it’s clean and light the candles at the head of your bed. Climbing onto your bed, you move your fingers on the mousepad and login once prompted. 

The invite link stares at you as you move your cursor to click it. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart before putting in your earbuds and pressing the touchpad.

The screen changes as it begins to load the camera, prompting you to allow use of your camera and microphone. You click allow, and the large box that you usually see KTH on appears, but now you can see yourself. It prompts you to connect when ready, and you can see that KTH is already in the session room.

You hate that you already did calming techniques before clicking the link, because it was a false alarm. Now is when you will really come face-to-face with KTH. As face-to-face as a screen allows. There’s nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, he’s been nothing but sweet all week and you’ve sent him pictures. If he wasn’t interested in this, he had all week to back out.

Moments after clicking you become the small screen in the corner and the large screen slowly loads until KTH appears, shirtless with his floofy hair falling across his forehead.

“Hi baby girl,” he greets you with his baritone. 

“Hi KTH,” your response is low, a little stuttered as you pronounce each letter as if his name is kay-tee-aych. 

“Hmm…I think we’re close enough that you can call me by my real name.” His following smirk causes your core to throb. “I think I’d rather hear you say that when you cum tonight.”

You nod, cheeks warm at the thought. 

“Baby girl, are you okay?” KTH chuckles at you; he loves watching the way you squirm so early in the interaction. You’re just as beautiful as the pictures you’ve sent him, and he can’t wait to see you squirm for real once you actually get started.

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”

“I know.”

He hums, a knowing look shared through the screen at the knowledge. This isn’t your first time entrusting your orgasm to him.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me your name.”

“It’s YN.”

He repeats your name, the sounds of each syllable rolling off his tongue languidly—you’ve never heard your name sound quite so sinful.

“Nice to meet you, YN. I’m Taehyung.”

It suits him, his name. 

“Taehyung.”

He likes the way you say his name a little too much, and can’t wait to hear you cry out for him.

“Now YN, go ahead and take that towel off for me, let me see you.”

You obey, slowly pulling the edge free and unwrapping yourself for him, like a present. He cues the playlist, sexy music flowing into your earbuds as you do a little dance for him as you unrobe.

“Mmmm, you’re gorgeous, baby.”

You preen at his praise, and he continues to guide you until your laptop is angled so you’re laying down with legs splayed open for him so he can see your glistening folds, but also so that you’re still able to see him. 

“Show me how you get yourself ready for me, fingers only. Just don’t put any in yet.”

Taehyung sits back and watches your pristinely manicured fingers rub circles on your clit, two fingers dipping down across your leaking entrance to gather your slick and spread it around until everywhere feels wet and your core throbs from being empty. He’s fascinated by you, by how wet you were before even starting, just because of him.

He palms at himself, his arousal having not fully eroded from when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“You look so pretty baby, did you get your nails done just for me?”

“Yeah—wanted to look good for you,” you pant out softly, voice breathy from how good it feels to toy with your clit and watch Taehyung. It’s a literal dream come true, something you didn’t know you wanted until you won this prize. 

“Good, baby, you follow directions so well. Now I want you to slowly enter that tight cunt of yours, show me how you swallow those tiny fingers so I can know how it will be once I finally get to feel you.”

Your reply to that loaded statement grows hazy as you fill yourself, whimpers escaping from the loss of contact to your clit as you slowly fuck yourself with your fingers while he watches. His eyes are focused on you, chest rising a bit faster as he takes in the way you begin to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck Taehyung, it feels good, but I know it’d feel better if it was your fingers.”

He grunts, now fully stroking his cock following the same speed he’s watching you take your fingers with. It takes only a moment for him to add some lube to the donut-shaped pussy sleeve he used last time, and the sound of each stroke has your eyes turning to the screen, watching his movements closely. It’s easy to pretend that it’s him filling you up, but part of you knows it would be fuller, feel better, if he was actually here with you.

“You said your toy has a dual function, right?” 

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, and he tells you to trade in your fingers for the toy, turning on both parts.

“It will make me cum so fast, though,” you complain, not wanting it to be over so soon.

“That’s okay, baby. I want you to cum four times tonight.”

You gasp as your fingers press the buttons and the inner vibration and suction to your clit begins, but you also gasp at his words. Four orgasms in one sitting?

“I don’t—shit, I’m not sure I can,” you pant, body convulsing slightly as the feeling builds. Taehyung begins to speed up his strokes, and your eyes never leave sight of his beautiful cock, lengthy and thick, the tip growing angrier as he neglects it for the shaft.

“If you’re a good girl, like I know you can be, you will.”

His voice is domineering, and you fall apart a few moments later, pleading for Taehyung as your climax takes over your senses. 

“Oh fuck, YN, you’re beautiful when you cum, you’re so good for me.”

Your fingers fight to turn off the toy, but his next command stops you.

“Don’t you dare, baby. Leave it, let the pain turn to pleasure and let me watch you fall apart again.”

You want to be a brat and rebel, but you also want to be good for him, because you want to be his good girl, his only girl.

“T-Taehyung…nngggghh, it’s too..too much…” you can’t help but to buck your hips as you writhe from the feeling. The suction overwhelms your swollen clit and that, alongside the vibrations, causes your body to shake from the sensation.

“C’mon kitten, you can take it. If I was there with you, you’d have no choice, and my cock is much bigger than that tiny thing.”

He was right and you knew it. 

“Baby girl, touch your breasts, lick your slick off of your fingers and tease those perky nipples for me.”

You do as he says, hands traveling up your stomach until they cup your breasts, palming them as you press them together before wetting your fingers on your warm tongue and circling your nipples. You can taste yourself, heightening your arousal. Taehyung groans, the sight of your body taking such immense pleasure while calling out for him making his night. 

“Taehyung…I’m gonna cum again, I can’t—”

“That’s okay baby, let me have it, I want this one too.”

You cry out his name and he shudders, slowing his strokes as your thighs quake in ecstasy, because how you sounded just then was almost enough to have him joining you, blowing his load two orgasms too early. 

“Please, sir,” you beg him, eyes brimming with unshed tears as you turn to look at the screen. He can see a tear fall, rolling down into the mattress as your hands grip the sheets at your waist.

“Kitten, what was your fantasy that won you today’s session?”

“I…” you can’t talk, whimpering from overstimulation as you attempt and fail to answer him.

“Remember, it was that you wanted me to show you what to do to please me, wanted to follow what I said and be my good girl, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” you agree with a hum.

“What would please me the most is to have this one too, baby, okay? I know you can do it, you’re perfect, princess. Another one, for me?”

“I’ll try, Tae…” the nickname slipping out as you’re unable to say much more, and he loves how it sounds coming from his baby girl, his bestest girl, all for him.

“Turn the settings up to two more levels baby, that’s the only way it’ll work.”

“No, I—fuck, can’t—”

“I would never steer you wrong baby, turn on your front after, bring that beautiful face toward the camera so I can see you.”

With a cry, you up the ante, putting both to level three and rising to your knees as you flip to your front. The movement helps alleviate some of the contact, and you’re grateful for it. You catch your breath while positioned on your knees, and Taehyung lets out a catcall at the angle he has of your ass. You arch a little more, removing more contact from your abused clit and swaying your hips for him, and he has to hold himself back from commanding you to tell him where you live for teasing him that way. 

The pooling slick leaking down your thighs from the position change has him licking his lips, fuck, he wants to taste you so badly, the way your lips are puffy from the vibrator, plush and glistening—you’re so sexy to him and he wants you more than you know.

Bringing your face closer to the screen, you have a better view of Taehyung as well and he adjusts himself. You can see how hard he is, the vein along his shaft appearing to throb. He’s added a cock ring to hold back his own climax, and you know that this must be hard for him too.

Laying flat on your tummy, the sensation grows and he can see it in your eyes as they roll back. 

“Taehyung!”

Your second to last orgasm of the night rips through you without warning, and Taehyung murmurs praises to guide you through it. You welcome the relief when he rewards you by letting you turn it off.

You lay there, panting, dripping, and spent. But you know Taehyung isn’t done with you yet. 

“Okay baby, last one, I think I prepped you well for this.”

And you know he did, because your second toy is bigger than the one you were using, with the added benefit that it pairs to his. When you position it for insertion, the thick shaft that resembles Taehyung’s (he’s pleased to notice) slides into you with barely any resistance thanks to your own slick and a little bit of lube. 

You move backwards on the bed to give Taehyung the full view of yourself in doggy style, your cheek flush to one of your pillows and your arm between your legs holding the dildo in place. 

Taehyung disappears for a few seconds as he removes the cock ring and leans to the side, reappearing with a white pussy sleeve that had been charging. Using the specific phone app for your sex toys, he double checks that it’s synced to yours.

You watch him pour lube onto his cock, his large hands spreading the glistening liquid over his swollen tip and shaft. 

“Okay, baby, are you ready? I’m gonna fuck into this, and you’re gonna feel it start moving to match.”

You nod, hand gripping the end of the inserted cock. 

“Ready, kitten? You’re doing so well, just one more, for me?”

“For you.”

His responding smile makes it worth it, and you can’t help but return it.

Your smile is wiped off your face as it contorts into a moan when you feel the motion of the dildo. Using your hand, you have it penetrate you deeply, the thickness stretching you out as it plunges in and pulls out with a loud suction. 

Taehyung thrusts up into his masturbator, eyes on the way you take the dildo, wishing he was the one behind you, taking you, your ass smacking his thighs as he fucks himself to the hilt, and he groans out your name, feeling so close already at the lewd sounds of the dildo fucking you. It’s so much better with this toy, because he can actually feel the way your walls grip him, the muscles clamping on the inserted toy sending his toy your contractions.

As he begins to pump the toy up and down faster, you feel the rotating head of the toy inside you speed up to match his movements. 

“Come on, kitten, show me how you would take me.”

You want to drop down flat and give up, but you’re so close—you can feel it building, and you start to rock your ass back, meeting the motions thrust for thrust as you moan for Taehyung.

“Fuck me, Tae, you feel so good, could fuck you all the time—”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you everyday, make that pussy mine?”

“It’s yours, it’s all yours!”

“Damn right, fuck, I know it’s tight and dripping, can literally feel you clench—want to cum in you, want to fill you up so good.”

“Please, please, want that so bad, want you so bad. I’m gonna cum, Taehyung, I’m so close…”

“Give me your last orgasm, baby girl, you’ve been so good. I’m so proud of you princess, you’re doing so well, just one more, cum with me baby, let go.”

You’ve never come so hard or yelled so loud from an orgasm, and later you’ll wonder how your neighbors didn’t call the police. 

You lay there, body wracking with convulsions as the last of your high makes its way through your nervous system and Taehyung coos at you. He releases his own hot fluids into his masturbator, imagining it’s you he’s filling up, before he slumps backwards on his bed. The aftershocks of your walls still grip at him, and he’s regretful to leave the sleeve that feels like you, but he knows he needs to clean himself up, so he’s careful as he removes the toy, knowing his movements impact what you feel. 

With a gentle, yet firm voice, he instructs you to drink the water bottle you prepared next to your bed, and he hates that he’s not there to help you. He wants to draw you a warm bath or at least smooth your hair and hold you as you fall asleep. 

You did so well, he’s not sure if anyone has been able to follow his wants and take it like a champ the way you did tonight. Plus, if the synced sex toys are anything to go by, he wants to feel your walls contract on him like that without any barriers.

“Is it late there?” Taehyung asks you, a little worried about your wellbeing. In all the excitement, he forgot to ask you if you had eaten beforehand. 

“Not too late…the sun has just set I think. Still early enough if I want to order food from Yoojung Sikdang.”

“Yoojung Sikdang? I love that place! Wait—do we live in the same city?” Taehyung’s heart begins to pound as he watches the way your face takes on a questioning look. You share the name of your city with him and his eyes grow wide. 

Is it luck that the two of you are in the same place, or is it fate?

“YN…would you be interested in meeting up with me, in real life? I’d love to get to know you more, without a screen in the way.”

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! i loved what you had to say on the last one, so please let me know what you think, especially if you want more...

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happy reading!

[jooniperbonsai]

Thanks For The Sub (ksj) | Chapter One

Pairing: Camboy!Seokjin x Gamer!Reader (afab)

Rating: 18+

Chapter One length: 11-14k 18,371 (OOPS LOL)

Release date: Fri. January 19, 2024.

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, camboy au, gamer au, comedy, crack, slow burn (?), coworkers/boss/friends to lovers, an exploration of adults in their late 20s/early 30s

Summary: After a clip of you sucking at video games goes viral, you've become somewhat famous, with thousands of subscribers now tuning in each week to see you play. Overnight, you've gone from a sexually frustrated grad student who reads smut in her room to a gamer girl (or rather, a not-gamer girl). This would have been the perfect job, except it was never the job you wanted. Desperate for money to pay for grad school, you bounce between your new gig and working at a local restaurant to pay the bills, where your hot coworker-now-boss Seokjin plays many of the lead roles in your sexual fantasies.

Seokjin, two years post losing his fiancé and job within the same day, is tired of the rut he's dug himself into and wants to start over. Now 30 years old, he's stuck managing his family's restaurant where he harbors an insanely inappropriate crush on you on top of carrying one hell of a secret: Seokjin is also known as Jin, a successful gay-for-pay camboy on the streaming site Worldwide Handsome.

When the stress of the upcoming semester and the pressure to stream becomes more than you can handle, you seek out some much-needed stress relief online, only to discover a man who looks a little too much like your boss is staring right back at you.

Warnings for Chapter One: Swearing, cheating (not between main characters), big age gap between lesser characters that can be uncomfy, sex work, gay sex work when the worker is actually not gay (but everyone is chill about it), <- allusions to queer fetishization bc of this, feelings of shame and guilt, feelings of failure/depression, improper restaurant safety procedures, the existential crisis of your late-20s/30s that we all seem to go through, off-handed references to kpop culture including fanfics because I'm a clown and need to call us out sometimes, silly literary tropes, references to pregnancy (NOT reeader), boss-employee power dynamics, allusions to queer BTS members or relationships, cameos of au Seventeen Members (Wonwoo and y/n are besties). NSFW sex stuff: big dick Seokjin (of course), Seokjin with rolled shirt sleeves and cutting things in a kitchen, Daddy Dom Seokjin makes himself known, blindfolds, camming (obviously), f/m masturbation, lots of dirty talk, sex toys, degradation kink, praise kink, sexual fantasies at the worst moment, kink exploration, a lot cum (sorry), I mention the omegaverse as a joke, a sparkly pink dildo, seokjin has a massive collection of toys and he intends to use them, seokjin and reader are constantly horny, reader is kind of inexperienced, implied exhibitionism kink, implied voyeurism, implied public sex.

a/n: it's here (and longer than I intended but oh well!) this fic is inspired by a combination of fics from the lovely writing community on here, the copious amounts of smut I read, a dabble of my friends or my own experience, & the high drama of kdramas. I felt really compelled to write this fic after rereading "tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love)" by minilouvre on ao3. I feel like the camboy/person trope is so fun to explore and I wanted to try my own take on it with our Seokjin, who doesn't seem to get as many fics written about him but absolutely deserves it. I also wanted to create space for a fic that explores the weird transition of late 20s-30s that both BTS and I (and maybe many of you) have experienced in the last few years. I hope you enjoy! I keep my inbox open, so lmk your thoughts!

xo - h

That’s it baby cum for me. 

Such a good little slut for Daddy.

Wish that dildo was my cock. 

Fuck this is so hot.

The tip jar was going wild. The mute button tapped long ago, tonight was by far the most successful night camming Seokjin had ever had. He would definitely be able to afford that new gaming PC after this. 

Thank god. After three hours streaming, he was getting tired of riding the glittery pink dildo. It was cute–a Christmas gift from one of his loyal subscribers– but admittedly, he hadn’t prepped well enough before putting it in an hour ago, and when he let out a pained groan as he sank down on it, he immediately knew he would be feeling it tomorrow, and maybe the next day. 

His only consolation was the five new top-tier subscriptions he’d received while experiencing searing hot pain. He’d clearly appealed to someone’s kink. Well, there was always something for everyone. 

Seokjin knew this well. Today was his two-year anniversary since his first livestream on Worldwide Handsome, an international gay live cam site. During those two years he had seen just about every kink requested, from wax play to autoerotic asphyxiation to something called the omegaverse; he’d sifted through the internet and researched enough on each request to decide which ones he’d be willing to perform, and which kinks were too much outside of his comfort zone. 

Now, with an apartment full of gifted costumes and drawers full of just about every type of sex toy known to the human population (and perhaps even some aliens if those toys held any accuracy), it was obvious that Seokjin was a knowledgeable and successful camboy who could fulfill so many men’s fantasies.

Except for the fact that Seokjin wasn’t actually gay. 

Which is, as it turns out, also something people are into. 

Two Years Ago

It wasn’t that Seokjin ever intended to be a gay sex cam worker, much less a camboy at all, but two years, four months, three weeks, and twelve hours ago, Seokjin hopped on a plane after finishing a week-long conference in Los Angeles. He’d booked the first flight out, eager to come home to his fiancé. 

During the week, he hadn’t heard much from her. He understood, of course. She’d mentioned before he left that during that week she would be busy catching up on work and finalizing a really important project with a looming deadline. She’d been stressed about it the morning he left, practically shoving him out the door with his suitcase. 

But he missed her desperately, especially with the distance between them, and he was hoping he could regain some of that intimacy by trying phone sex. They’d been having less sex recently, probably from the stress of work, but he still craved her every single day, just like he did when they were in college. 

For most of his and Soon Yi’s relationship, they were insatiable. In college, they were known for being embarrassingly public in their displays of affection, with Yoongi once catching them in the kitchen at a party with Soon Yi’s hand down Seokjin’s pants and Seokjin’s hands up Soon Yi’s shirt. At first, Seokjin wondered if he always felt so horny because of his raging hormones and the fact that Soon Yi was the first person he’d had sex with. But even three years later, on the night he’d proposed, they had to leave the restaurant he rented out so they could have sex in the car. 

Soon Yi was charming. She matched Seokjin’s wit, always ready to keep up with a joke and take it to the next level. She fit in effortlessly with his group of friends, remembering their birthdays and always showing up with a tiny treat for them, even if they hated celebrating. His parents adored her the moment they met her. She was frequently fawned over when she visited his work to bring him lunch or to just stop by and say hello. 

When his boss, Mr. Choi met her during the company’s annual gala, he told Seokjin she was enchanting, she was the moon that lit up the evening sky. Mr. Choi was also incredibly drunk when he said this, but he wasn’t wrong. 

Soon Yi glowed through Seokjin’s darkest nights like the moon. 

That’s why when she denied every video call request he made during his trip, Seokjin knew something was wrong. He felt desperate and needy, something he’d never experienced during their relationship. 

As he laid in his hotel bed, touching himself to their memories, a strange need overtook him: he wanted to remind her that despite all the work stress, they always got through everything together and ultimately, being intimate might help with reconnection. 

So at the end of his boring conference, he flew back, planning on surprising her when she got home with a delicious meal and sexy massage. Maybe he’d even use those silly novelty heart-shaped handcuffs Jungkook got him as a gag gift. 

He was ready to rekindle his love for the moon. 

What Seokjin wasn’t ready for was the fact that when he walked through the door of his house, the only moon he saw was that of Mr. Choi’s naked ass as he thrust into Soon Yi on the dining room table. 

As it became immediately apparent, Soon Yi’s “work project” was clearly what was playing out before him as he watched the only woman he’d ever been in love with writhe in ecstasy underneath his much older work superior. 

It would have been one thing to lose his fiancé, but in witnessing this entanglement, Seokjin also knew he’d lost his job. Due to the blur of his memory, his brain trying to erase what he’d seen, he wasn’t entirely sure when they realized he was home. However, by the time he had grabbed another duffel with some fresh, non work-related clothes from his dresser–after he breezed past his unmade bed that probably didn’t smell like him anymore–Soon Yi and Mr. Choi were half dressed and sheepishly waiting for him near the entry.

Seokjin couldn’t bring himself to look either of them in the eyes as he stated his resignation letter would be on Mr. Choi’s desk the following morning. 

When he arrived at Jimin and Jungkook’s apartment to crash, that’s when reality set in. What would he do now? He had no house to live in, no job to make money from, and he just lost the love of his life. 

His head was splitting from the idea of car payments, a mortgage under his name for a place he wouldn’t be living in, having to tell his parents, calling the wedding venue and paying that awful cancellation fee on top of not getting his deposit back. The extra zeros in his bank account were depleting fast and it wasn’t like he would be able to sleep on Jimin and Jungkook’s couch forever. 

After two weeks of dodging family phone calls, desperately applying to every job that didn’t sound like a scam, waking up in the middle of the night from the lumpiness of the couch or Jungkook’s horrible snoring, Seokjin felt like he was out of options. 

“I’m going to call my parents and tell them. Maybe I can work at the restaurant for the time being while I wait for callbacks. I have some money in my savings for my own apartment. I just can’t keep doing this,” he said. 

“Hyung, are you sure? You know that we don’t mind you being here as long as you need. Really, it’s not an issue.” Jimin was gentle as always, the concern on his face knitting his eyebrows together. 

But Seokjin knew he was avoiding the inevitable, so when he nodded and then called his parents, their warm voices on the other end felt like a sign he’d made the right decision after all.  

The next week, Seokjin began working at his family’s restaurant, filling in for shifts that were short, typically in the kitchen. Chopping and prepping the food for the chefs, dish washing, and anything that kept his hands busy were welcome distractions from the painful reminder of what awaited him outside of the restaurant. 

Soon Yi was pregnant. Seokjin found out one day when he stopped by to grab a load of his things to bring to his new apartment. While both he and Soon Yi agreed to sell the house, it appeared she was taking longer than him to pack. He figured this was because she would be moving in with Mr. Choi, who lived in the penthouse of a luxury apartment complex downtown. 

During their meeting with the real estate agent, Soon Yi had scribbled her new contact information and mailing address onto some forms with Mr. Choi’s details. Wealthy people always operated on their own timeline, one where they could hire a moving company to have everything neatly packed and stored within hours. 

Seokjin, however, was limited to an ongoing loop of back and forth where he crammed his car full of silverware, lamps, and his MapleStory figure collection Soon Yi once mocked him for collecting. As Seokjin continued to pack away his belongings, he saw it. In the guest bathroom outside of the kitchen, there were two positive pregnancy tests in the garbage can. 

Soon Yi was pregnant and the father wasn’t him. The last time they’d had sex was three months ago. She would have known by now if that were the case. 

A wave of nausea rushed over him, and somewhere between bouts of gagging and wiping tears from his eyes, Seokjin realized that things were truly over. 

Two months passed, and still he couldn’t find a job. While the restaurant gig was taking care of some of his bills, it was only a matter of time before Seokjin would be unable to take care of himself. At 28 years old, he’d have to move back in with his parents, which was next to impossible in terms of space, not to mention the fact that his brother and wife were living with them while their apartment was being renovated to better accommodate a life transition of their own: they were expecting their first child.  

Given his semi-recent discovery, being around a pregnant woman was something Seokjin didn’t particularly want a reminder of. 

“I don’t know what to do. Something has to give,” he said one day as he sat in Yoongi’s living room. A thick coat of snow was covering the earth outside, though from the sweat running down the back of Seokjin’s neck, you would never be able to tell. Yoongi always kept his home at the exact opposite of the climate outside, trying to quell the possibility he would have to experience any physical discomfort if he dared to ever leave his house, which he rarely did.

His friends all sat around him, quietly sipping their whisky or beer while the flashing light from the TV casted a kaleidoscope of colors across the coffee table. Hoseok nudged Taehyung, who’d fallen asleep at some point between the long pauses in conversation. Seokjin couldn’t blame him. 

It was late, much later than the invitation Yoongi extended typically lasted, but this meetup was different. Everyone had always known Seokjin to be optimistic. From a goofy dad-joke-making 18 year old until now, he’d consistently been a source of light. When Taehyung’s grandmother died a few years back, it was Seokjin who made him first smile again with a spot-on impression of his own halmoni as they slurped bowls of naengmyeon.

His hair was shaggy and unkempt, his smile fading quickly from his face after cracking a joke. His jokes were also darker, less silly and eye-rolling and more self-deprecating and sarcastic. It was like his life was draining from him before their eyes, and it was becoming nearly impossible to stomach. 

But concern doesn’t always lead to action, which is why they were sitting around in Yoongi’s living room hoping the whisky would give them some inspiration to find a solution to Seokjin’s problem that he wouldn’t immediately turn down. They’d scoured job sites together earlier, and anything in Seokjin’s former profession only led to him suggesting his next boss better be a woman or else he might have to keep his future girlfriend away from corporate events or dining tables. Other careers in his field were met with similar disdain. 

Seokjin wasn’t always this way. In college, he didn’t know what kind of job he wanted or where he wanted to end up, so he majored in acting, hoping that it would lead him where he would eventually develop some sense of passion. 

In a sense it did. During an internship with an entertainment company shortly after he graduated, his attention to detail, natural charisma, and flexibility showcased a skillset he didn’t even know he had, which resulted in him being offered a position in their corporate headquarters the following fall. He’d been there ever since. 

But Seokjin didn’t want to return to the same life he’d had. So much of his life up to this point had been the same, and it clearly didn’t work out for him, so why continue on? The only issue was that he once again felt like he was 18, trying to decide on a path to follow when he didn’t even know who he was anymore. Nothing was appealing to him. 

“What about video game streaming?” Namjoon suggested. “You love games, and you have all the equipment. You used to talk about doing that all the time.” 

“Yeah, hyung. You’re also really good at talking and stuff, so it would be fun to watch you do it!” Taehyung perked up at this suggestion, shaking off his sleepiness to contribute to the conversation. “I’ve seen how much streamers make with all their sponsorships and stuff, they don’t even have to work another job!”

The energy in the room picked up slightly as they waited expectantly for an answer. 

Seokjin grunted. “Okay, look. I would love to do that. That’s my dream job. But you’re forgetting something important. Those streamers didn’t just jump on the internet one day and then got thousands of subscribers and sponsorships to pay their bills overnight. Some of them took years to build up their following before they even started making money off of it. A lot of people actually lose money from game streaming. And I need money now. I don’t have that kind of time!”

Taehyung deflated, settling himself back into the couch next to Hoseok, who gave him a tender pat on his thigh. 

“But what if…what if you did a kind of streaming that made you money pretty much right away?” Jungkook offered quietly. 

Seokjin glanced over at his youngest friend, who was holding his empty whisky glass in his hands instead of looking at him. 

“What do you mean? Is there some kind of gaming livestream service that does that?” Now Seojkin was curious. 

“Um, well, not for gaming, exactly. I was just thinking. Um, you could always do like an OnlyFans or something? I have a friend who does it and she sometimes makes $1000 a night. And that would take care of–”

“You mean being a camboy? Jungkook, seriously? Listen I know we’ve all had a bit to drink, but that’s a ridiculous idea.” Seokjin snorted. “Besides, the market is flooded with people doing their own sex work. Maybe your friend is just really pretty or something to make that much from it, but I highly doubt I would make any money off OnlyFans because no one would even see me!” 

Jungkook nursed his bottom lip between his teeth as he was dismissed, his body mirroring Taehyung as he fell back into the couch cushions. 

“Hyung is right,” Jimin added finally, having spent most of the night settled quietly next to an even quieter Yoongi. “He wouldn’t make much money on OnlyFans. All the men on there are either ugly or buff, and Seokjin-hyung looks way too gay to appeal to that market.” 

Yoongi, who was sipping his whisky as Jimin spoke, spluttered into the glass as he lost his composure, falling into a fit of laughter. From the other side of the room, Hoseok joined in, clapping and gasping for air between laughs.

“Excuse me? What the hell does that even mean? Yah, stop laughing! It’s not funny!” Seokjin fought the smile that was trying to form on his lips. Okay, it was a little funny.

“Well, hyung, isn’t it obvious? Remember that one time we went to a gay bar and all those guys I tried to pick up tried to pick you up instead?” Jimin sighed as he glanced at Seokjin before reaching across the coffee table to grab a handful of cheese balls. 

“We’ve been over this. They weren’t trying to pick me up. They just told me I was really handsome and had fuckable lips. And they’re not wrong!” 

“Wait when did you guys go to a gay bar? Where was I?” Yoongi cleared his throat, finally recovering from his laughing fit. 

“You didn’t want to come, remember? I don’t know why you’re asking this, you never want to go anywhere. Anyway that’s besides the point. Seokjin-hyung and I went to the gay bar and he stole all of the guys I was hitting on because they wanted to make him their baby girl!”

Hoseok wiped a tear from his eye and chuckled. “Yeah, no, hyung I’m sorry but if Jimin is being passed up at a gay bar for you, you clearly give off that vibe. I can see it. You look all soft and plushy and like you would be the perfect bottom.” 

Seokjin tried to fight off the heat that was creeping up his neck into his ears, but after a few glasses of whisky, and the ungodly temperature of the room,  it was a failed mission to avoid being flushed.

Jimin shot a glare at Hoseok, who shrugged. “What? I meant it as a compliment!” 

“Well, thanks I guess. Now I know I look like I’m gay. That doesn’t seem to solve my problem here!” Seokjin looked over at Namjoon for backup, but all Namjoon seemed to be able to do was give him an apologetic smile.

 “No, I know, I know. We got off topic.” Jimin said, “Sort of. Listen, like I said before you wouldn’t be successful on OnlyFans, just because of what they market. But you could always market yourself differently. And I’m thinking, if you really need to make money fast, you could always work with what you’ve got going for you.”

The entire room went silent. 

“Wait,” Namjoon said, “you don’t mean…” His eyes flitted to Seokjin and widened in alarm. 

Slowly, everyone shifted as they realized what Jimin was suggesting, Seokjin evidently being the last one. 

How was he supposed to work with what he had when what he had was apparently drawing a different crowd of people from the one he was interested in? What did Jimin mean by marketing himself differently? Was he supposed to just stream on websites that were exclusively for gay men? 

Oh. That’s exactly what Jimin was saying. 

“Wh-Jimin what the fuck? You mean I should be a gay camboy? I know we just talked about me being attractive to men, but I’m not interested in them that way!”

Jimin huffed. “Well obviously I know you’re not gay. Otherwise we might not be in this situation.” 

Seokjin winced. 

“Sorry, that was unfair. It’s just…hyung, you’ve been so not like yourself lately. And you’re right, something needs to change. I know you’re not gay, but this still could help. Haven’t you heard of gay for pay? Like in porn and stuff a bunch of straight actors will fuck each other or some gay guy because it pays more than straight porn. It’s the same thing.”

“Only you don’t have to actually fuck anyone. Maybe you should remind him of that,” Yoongi added. 

“Right, exactly! Look, you don’t have to do it. But it could help you get by and pay bills in the meantime until you find something else that you want to do. And there’s a lot of sites where you can stream even once and get a direct payout the next day. It might be worth a shot.”

Seokjin thought about it for a moment. It didn’t sound completely awful. From what he’d seen from the times he saw cam sites out of curiosity, most of what happened was masturbating and talking to people. And he didn’t hate people. But something about it made him nervous. 

“I don’t know if I’d be okay with being watched. That seems embarrassing.” 

“Oh please, the number of times you and Soon Yi fucked basically in public is astronomical. You’re practically an exhibitionist,” Hoseok teased. 

“That was different! I was with her! Now it would be everyone watching just me up close and personal. Namjoon-ah, talk some sense into them. This is crazy, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know if it actually is, hyung,” Namjoon said lightly. “Jimin-ah and Hobi have made some good points. And I think…I think if you weren’t even just a little bit curious you would have immediately said no instead of going back and forth with them over it like how you flat out said no to the other stuff. Maybe you’re feeling a bit shy because it’s been a little while and you are trying to heal through the breakup and stuff, but you also don’t have to do it or you can do it once and change your mind after if you want. 

“It just doesn’t seem to me like this is the worst option for you. You get to talk to people, you can maybe have fun. You don’t see the people on the other side anyway, so if you wanted to pretend they were girls instead of guys you could, or turn off the comments probably? It’s not real sex though. And even if it was, is that so wrong? It’s not like you would be cheating on Soon Yi for doing this. I mean-”

“Thanks Hyung! I think we get it!” Jimin interjected, raising his eyebrows at Namjoon as if to say shut the fuck up. 

Seokjin felt his stomach sink. Is this why he was panicked at the thought? It wasn’t real sex, but it almost felt like he would be doing something wrong by doing this. Not morally against himself, but someone else. Maybe he was still hanging on to Soon Yi in ways he didn’t fully realize. 

He felt almost like a heavy weight was pressing on his chest and forbidding him from moving on. What would happen then if he tried doing this for himself? Would the weight still feel the same? He wanted to know. 

“Ah, fine, I’ll think about it.” He looked over at Yoongi, who looked relieved that the conversation was nearing its end. “You have anything to add to this? A final voice of reason?” 

Yoongi snorted as he jumped up to stretch. “Nah. Except, as your former roommate, ‘Seok’s got a point about the exhibitionism thing. You were way too into showing me your dick all the time and walking around naked when we roomed together.” 

The room erupted into laughter, Seokjin himself joining. This time his smile didn’t immediately fall from his face. 

Slowly, everyone else stood, bodies unwinding from furniture and each other. While Jimin ordered Jungkook and himself a taxi, Seokjin waited with him. 

“My only issue is, how do I pretend to be gay? Won’t they know I’m not?” 

Jimin scoffed as he nudged a sleepy and tipsy Jungkook into his shoes. “I don’t know hyung. You have an acting degree. Use it.”

A few weeks later, Seokjin held his first stream, nervously engaging with the handful of viewers trickling in and tried to deflect the discomfort he felt in his new spotlight.

“Um, hi everyone. My name’s Jin. Thanks for coming. You can probably tell, but this is my first time and I’m really nervous. I hope you enjoy the show.” 

Seokjin decided to shorten his name for his streams to help him feel like he was embodying a different persona, someone named Jin who may actually be gay. It wasn’t a big change, but it was nice to give himself some separation from Seokjin, the guy who was doing gay for pay to afford a new life.

Unfortunately, Jimin’s suggestion for Seokjin to act wasn’t as easy to implement as he’d hoped. Within the first half hour, viewers of his stream had noticed he was still nervous, and started asking him questions to get him to unwind, and hopefully undress. 

“Ah, yeah, uh, anal. I’ve done it once or twice, it’s nice.” It wasn’t a lie, he’d tried anal a few times with Soon Yi and did find it nice, but he also knew that this wasn’t what the question was asking. 

“Do I have a boyfriend? No, I’m single.” 

Slowly he began undressing, the heat of his half-truths causing him to feel like he was burning up. 

“Are you really gay? Well, what kind of question is that? I’m here aren’t I?” 

That question seemed to satisfy his audience for another half hour, until a new thread of people trickled in, asking him the same questions. He was running out of ways to answer.

I don’t care if you’re straight. You’re still hot. 

When he read this comment, he exhaled deeply. And from that one reaction, a flurry of others joined in. 

Yeah, idc either. You’re still so pretty. 

So hot if u were straight. Maybe I’d convert u. ;)

I’d let you put it into my ass and let you pretend it was a pussy.

For some reason, these comments began to fuel him. The attention was kind of nice. It reminded him of how he used to feel. 

Maybe he didn’t need to act gay to get what he wanted. Maybe he could just enjoy the pleasure of the compliments and company and see what happened from there? The weight he had been carrying around in his chest was feeling a bit lighter, and the comments were helping distract him from the pinches of guilt that he was doing something wrong. Because he wasn’t. 

Here, he was Jin, a sexy, flirty guy who could shine in the sky of his own making. 

Jin, the moon. 

That’s it. He was the moon.

Present

“That’s it, give it to me. Please, I’m gonna cum.” Seokjin hoped the words he moaned at his camera were true. He was so tired, and he wanted to be free from the stupid dildo.  

Lately, Seojkin has been having a hard time cumming on stream. He wasn’t sure why. For so long it had never been an issue, but streaming had begun feeling less like a fun way to relieve stress and more like an actual job. 

Never before was he so popular with his stream, and while it’s nice to see a larger deposit being made into his bank account each week, every time he came home from the restaurant and knew he was scheduled to do a cam show, his stomach knotted up with dread. 

The last time he felt this feeling was a little over two years ago, when hopping on planes to fly to mundane conferences or sitting in board rooms for morning meetings consumed all his time. Even during the period he was jobless, there was a tiny part of him relishing the fact that the work-related dread was over. 

And it returned with a vengeance. Seokjin tried everything, ventured into new kinks and even the game features of the website with the hope that he would feel the rush he used to love from streaming. But nothing really worked. It was now just his job.

He didn’t even want to stream for so long tonight, but because it was his anniversary, he wanted to make sure he ended on a good note to thank his viewers. 

One thing Seokjin’s viewers loved was seeing him cum. It was the part of his stream when he always earned the most tips. Jimin had been right. 

If Seokjin knew anything now, it’s that he had many assets worth using to finance his life, and his pretty face coupled with his big dick seemed to work for him.

But even as he stroked himself, precum dripping down the head of his cock, and even though he was riding the dildo in a way that would hit his prostate and finally give him an easy out, he could feel the edge pulling away.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He was losing it. He doubled down, rocking his hips to see if hitting a different sweet spot would do the trick. But it was to no avail; his cock was softening.

On his nightstand, his phone pinged, which only could mean one thing. Seokjin always turned his do not disturb mode on during his work hours, only allowing phone calls from his family or one alert from an app to pierce through the silence. This one was the alert.

It meant Y/N was online and you had just started a live stream of your own. 

You were one of this month’s top gaming streamers, bringing in more viewers than Seokjin had ever received during his top months of streaming. You were popular not because you were good, but because you were the exact opposite.

You were awful at most games you played, jolting at jumpscares over and over, losing in first rounds of Fall Guys or Dead by Daylight. One time you jumped into a game of Fortnite and were eliminated by a potty-mouthed child the second you landed. Your jaw hung open as the tiny, high pitched voice called you a bitchass before falling into a fit of laughter that had Seokjin himself in tears. 

You were inspiring. Sexy. You received dozens of comments every stream about how pretty you were or how great your laugh was, which you often didn’t read out loud but always offered a humble nod and show of thanks when you did. There was something about you that hit up the world around you, and though he wouldn’t so much as utter it out loud, Seokjin had a massive crush on you.

But Seokjin was also sort-of-not-really your manager. Unlike all the people pining over you in your comment section wishing they knew you in real life, Seokjin actually did. He saw you three times a week at his family’s restaurant that he was strong-armed into managing while his parents took the opportunity to finally travel and see other parts of the world. 

Seokjin stayed, not because he needed the money. Not that his pay was all that much anyway. 

Camming was incredibly lucrative for him, cementing his income in a way that allowed him to pay rent in a very nice apartment downtown. Seokjin was also someone who had always been smart with his finances and knew how to invest in the best trends. 

When his house with Yoon Si finally sold (after four months of her taking her sweet time to gather her last belongings and sign off on him putting it on the market), Seokjin took his cut and applied it toward a better streaming setup and some lower level stocks…and a special edition MapleStory figurine to celebrate the new chapter in his life. 

Seokjin’s family never seemed to question how he was able to afford his fancy apartment given how much money he made at their business. Well, they did ask once, but Seokjin orchestrated some simple lie saying he worked in cryptocurrency, and that seemed to be enough of an explanation for his family. No one wants to know how crypto works, which in the end worked in his favor. 

He’d planned to leave the restaurant about 8 months ago, but then you showed up one day asking about a job. The restaurant was within walking distance to your university, where you were getting your master’s degree in early childhood education. While the program you were enrolled in had some funding, you’d told Seokjin’s mother you were a student and in need of work. The following Monday, Seokjin walked in and found you with an apron tied around your waist, your bright eyes and smile shining back at him. He couldn’t bring himself to leave after that. 

A few months after you’d started working there, Seokjin and you had become somewhat friends, sharing stories about past jobs (minus some key details on Seokjin’s part), student observations you had to do for school, and your interests. You mentioned casually you were a livestreamer for gaming, never alluding to how popular you actually were.

Eventually, Seokjin convinced you to give him your username, batting his eyelashes dramatically and promising he would be your cheerleader. For some reason, that seemed to work, and later that night, Seokjin tuned in to your stream, one man among the thousands. From that moment on he let his crush become a safe thing where, like his own viewers, he could fantasize from behind a screen. Maybe soon he would actually ask you out on a date, taking your coworker relationship and transforming it into something more.

And then a month ago his parents left, leaving him with the roles and responsibility of manager. Which meant he was an authority figure who could arguably do whatever he wanted. Similar to how his boss in a way was an authority figure who could get whatever he wanted. That idea turned Seokjin’s stomach sour. He could never do anything about this crush now, not while you worked underneath him. It was too familiar and distorted, and he never wanted you to be in the position he was once in. It was completely inappropriate.

But try telling his dick that.  

Two days ago, Seokjin witnessed you in the kitchen bending over to pick up onion peels that had fallen to the ground. You definitely weren’t aware, but your skirt had ridden up a bit while you were working, and that meant he could see a tiniest delicate trim of lace on your blush colored panties. 

And despite the fact that Seokjin was 30 years old and had believed he’d gotten past his boner-in-public-just-from-seeing-underwear era during his teen years, he was evidently wrong. Because those panties and soft looking curve of ass didn’t just belong to anyone; they belonged to you.

This wasn’t the only time he got hard for you at work. Sometimes on days when there were no customers, he would watch you study at one of the tables, where you were prone to stretching your body after long periods of staring down, trying to unknot the tense muscles caused by sitting almost completely still as you tried to comprehend what you were reading. 

During those stretches, you would often let out the most sexual moans and sighs as you felt relief and it was enough to have Seokjin tucking himself under his belt like a horny school boy. God, what he would do to hear you moan underneath him, because of him. 

He thought about recording you stretching. He was addicted to your voice, your soft sighs. It would be so easy to just “leave” his phone in the booth behind you. Then he could hear it forever while he imagined what else made you moan. Did you like your nipples sucked? Did you sigh when you were being stretched open and felt full? How did you taste? 

And then Seokjin pulled himself together and realized how sickeningly perverted he was to be thinking about you like this as he stood hard and aching in the middle of his parents’ fucking restaurant.

He wanted you. So much so that now as he worked his cock in his fist, he let himself fall more into fantasy, one where you were watching, curious about the many toys and gifts around his apartment, wondering how you could reach the limits of what you wanted and needed to make you scream. He imagined that across town, you weren’t firing up your computer for a night of cozy games, but rubbing your pussy at the same speed he was stroking himself, wet and begging for him to cum all over those gorgeous tits, that wet tongue–

Seokjin groaned as he came, his entire body trembling as a thick load erupted all over his hands, chin, and chest. Normally he could control the direction to minimize the mess but this orgasm caught him a bit off guard, almost completely lost until it crept up with a burning need and coated him. He hadn’t felt that good in a while. 

As he panted and focused his eyes back onto the screen, his comments were flooded with praise and tips, viewers exclaiming how this might have been his best orgasm they’ve ever seen, which was saying a lot considering some of his subscribers had been with him from the very beginning, and there had been some pretty fantastic orgasms. 

He wouldn’t deny it, though. He felt looser in his joints, calm washing over him and breaking apart the bitterness that was in his gut from how lackluster streaming had been recently. He wiped his chin with a grin and reached for the towel next to him, ready to wrap up his show. As he delivered his thank yous, one comment drifting through the chat stopped him dead in his tracks. His post-orgasmic high was crashing as panic flittered into his stomach. 

Did you guys hear him moaning a name as he came? Who the fuck is Y/N?

She had to leave. If the king couldn’t overcome his malice, she knew she couldn’t stay. No amount of love she had for his son was going to make him see that. She’d told him she loved him despite the scar that ran over his left eye and down his soft cheek. She vowed to be good enough to marry him, do whatever it took. Yet the king and queen had laughed at her, had their guard hold his foot on her back so she couldn't stand up from her deep bow. 

Laughed as they stood from their thrones to welcome the guest’s arrival: the consort for their son. The prince stood with them, silent as he followed them through the open doors. Quiet like how he used to be back in the first days of when she met him last summer. In memory, she couldn’t even fathom how he was anything like the man she’d grown to love. Yet, looking up from the pulp of the floor, she’d seen him return to that man. 

Hadn’t the days she’d spent walking those palace gardens with him been enough? They’d stood together under the plum blossom tree in the middle of winter and he’d promised that he would love her even while the buds were hibernating. 

“We can watch them become flowers together in the spring,” he’d said. 

He had taken her to his bed that night. Used his sensuous tongue to lap at her sweet nectar. He devoured her heart and soul. Climaxed with her and held her through the heavy snow.

Where was that man now? She didn’t know.

She waited until well after nightfall, when even the latest bird twitterings were silenced by the call of sleep. She knew she couldn’t bring much, but she managed to slip into the kitchen after dinner to pull together a few scraps for the road. Where would she even go? The nearest village was at least a two-day walk and if he sent his men for her, she knew word would spread before she’d even arrived. 

Unless he didn’t send anyone for her, she realized, her stomach dropping with nausea. He wouldn’t send anyone for her. She knew this. It’s why Prince August stood in the throne room, lethal as ever, even with no sword in his belt. August. Sugar. Whichever person he decided he was in the moment. Her nickname for him didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t sweet. His desire for power showed the bitterness in his heart. He had given in to his parents’ wishes, despite the times he swore he would never give them the satisfaction.

He was cruel. But even worse, she believed he wouldn’t be. She was a fool.

It was the darkest part of the night when she left the servant’s quarters. She’d miss the ladies and all their kindness, but she knew she couldn’t serve August his breakfast in his bedchamber after this. After knowing that the sheets she once laid in with him were now being laid in by someone else. 

She took the back route, near the interior of the garden, ducking behind the ornamental shrubs and skirting past the watchpost the guards usually abandoned at this hour with ease. All that was left was to make it through the courtyard and she would be free. 

She padded her way along the path. A light breeze of the pre-dawn was catching, fluttering the branches of the newly blossoming trees around her and blowing petals in their wake. She caught one in her fingertips and fought a sob. Plum blossoms.

Should she take one with her? For the memory? So that she could always have a part of him with her? 

No, she decided. It would be too much to remember this. Once she passed through those gates, she would not be the same woman she was. Holding her breath, she let the petal go, hoping wherever the wind carried it, it would find the peace she too was looking for. It swept to the end of the courtyard, over the gate that was now her future. 

This was a sign, she mourned. Not all promises were meant to be kept.

With a final look at the place she’d learned to call home, the man she’d learned to call home, she opened the gate, ready to forge into the unknown. 

“Petal,” she thought she heard his call, his nickname for her. Though when she turned around, he was nowhere to be found. 

She must’ve imagined it, wished for the impossible. As she took steps through the gate, she looked out at the world around her, the plum petal a few feet in front of her. Maybe she would take a piece of him with her, after all. It was too tempting not to. 

She moved, trying to ignore the tug she felt back toward the palace, the invisible string of fate she thought that tied her to August trying to tangle her back in. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t go back. 

She bent down, clutching the petal tenderly in her palms and letting the first tears fall. 

“So that’s it, hm? After all that, you weren’t even going to wish me goodbye.” 

She rose swiftly, whipping around to the voice’s owner. 

There, leaning against the outer palace wall, was August. 

The alarm on your phone chimes, pulling you from the book in your lap. You’ve been reading all afternoon, the sun now taking its final bow before plunging the world into darkness. Soon you’ll have to turn the lights on, then it will be time for work. On your only day off. 

You groan, stretching your neck as you allow yourself to come back to reality. 

To some, it would be hard to call your job “work”. Many people dreamed of being professional game streamers. Who wouldn’t want to be paid to sit online, play games, and talk to people? 

You don’t. That’s the problem. 

Your ascent into gaming stardom was a fluke. About 9 months ago, you were in between semesters for your grad program and looking for ways to unwind. Your oldest friend, Wonwoo, was a pretty successful streamer who often hosted game nights to play with his viewers and friends. 

You frequently watched his streams, letting his soft voice be the perfect background noise as you studied and formulated the next lesson plan or behavioral assessment. You’d known Wonwoo for what felt like forever at this point, being his first subscriber, first moderator, and first kiss (not in that order). But your middle school kiss outside of the convenience store never led to anything more than that, as desperately as you’d wanted it to. 

Once he moved across the country, you let your crush die with the distance. The years turned faster and your twenties were spinning by with the revolving door of lovers you’d watch him pine over, cry over, and in one case, almost marry. Streaming then became one of your main forms of connection, and your role as his moderator tied some part of you to him out of loyalty. To imagine him as anything other than a friend now feels ridiculous. 

But that loyalty you have is also to a fault. When Wonwoo’s usual streaming friends bailed one night during a tournament, you subbed in…for a game you didn’t even know how to play. 

And to make matters worse, this was a game that required talking to each other on-stream, which meant you not only sucked major ass at this game, but Wonwoo’s 700 viewers that day were also subjected to your constant frustrated squeaks, swears, and embarrassed maws as you tried to key-smash your way to victory but ended up throwing the entire team’s game with your incompetence. 

Wonwoo wasn’t mad, though many others were. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed, and his streams operated with very few rules: no hate, no spam, and we are in this to have fun. And he did have fun. By the time the first round was over, he and most of the chat were losing it over your commentary. 

As he wiped tears from eyes and took in a breath, he read his comments. “‘Damn, I never heard a chick threaten someone with a plunger like that before’. Yeah, I’ll give it to you, Y/N, you got really creative with your insults in that. Hey, PartyShitty thanks for the sub! ‘I can’t BREATHE’, yeah I’m still trying to get it together. W00000000000000000ziiiiii–damn that’s a lot of zeros in that username–thanks for the 5000 points! ‘Is she hot’ uh, I mean, I don’t— 

“Oh shit, LetsGetIt15, thank you for gifting twenty subs! ‘Please, Y/N, start your own channel. I’ll be the first subscriber.’ Actually, no, I’ll be. But really, that's not a bad idea.”

Wonwoo navigated the rest of his stream with ease that night, but after it was over, he called you to try to convince you to start your own channel. 

“It could help with school at least! Or you could get that special edition of that one book you like with the dragons or the blue alien porn stars or whatever it is.”

“They’re neither of those things, they’re actually–”

“Whatever they are! The book that has people fucking nonstop and some plot. You know, the special edition cover that you keep talking about in your close friend story that you won’t buy?” Wonwoo said. “The point is, if you start streaming you could finally buy it and then stop talking about it and I won’t need to see sections about how hot you think their alien or fairytale or demon whatever cocks are.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his exasperation. “That won’t stop with me getting that book, just so you know. And if it bothers you so much, I can take you out of the close friend story. I didn’t even know you looked at my stories that much.” You didn’t know he still used Instagram at all actually. He very rarely posted. He mostly lived on his Discord channel talking about games with his subscribers or other friends.

Regardless, it was nice to know that he was trying to be aware of your interests, even if it was incredibly embarrassing. Although the copious amount of smut you read wasn’t something you always wanted to broadcast to the public, you’d still made some friends from online book communities over the last few years and enjoyed keeping them in the loop of your reading list.

Also, Wonwoo had a point. Streaming could help paying some of your school expenses…or get you more books. You told him you’d think about it, and while you weren’t completely in love with the idea of streaming, it did provide you with some steady income until you landed your job at the restaurant.  

After that conversation, you haven’t discussed smut or cocks since, and you’re honestly relieved, not because Wonwoo is hard to talk to about things, but because you are. Which is why streaming always feels a little uncomfortable and your position ironic, because you can barely have conversations successfully unless you really know the person to ramble about your interests to, or you can occasionally eke by with small talk. 

But streaming requires the spotlight being on you in some way at all times. It’s your face that is fixed to the corner of the screen, monitoring your every reaction. It’s your voice that echoes into the mic and responds to your chat. Sure, you have mods and some streamers don’t interact with their chat at all, but you don’t want to be like that. You’ve been on the other side before, and know that most people are just lonely and looking for connection. . 

From the moment you decided to do this, you were aware that because you were now a “gamer girl” you would be subjected to the three extremes of the comment section: chronic oversharers who tell strangers all their personal baggage perhaps in the hope that you will assume some role of therapist to them, people coming to insult your gaming (which is the point so that can’t impact you) or physical appearance, or sexually explicit comments. 

Over the months, you’ve seen many things flitting by on the screen, deleted in haste by your trusty mod squad, but it doesn’t stop the fact that you still see them. 

Those things you can handle. They are impersonal and a direct copy-paste of the same thing.

But when people compliment you? That makes you want to bury yourself under your covers and never come out. Because the compliments are always personal and touching a part of you that is authentic.

The people in your chat want to know you. They want to know what kind of music you like, your favorite foods and books. They ask if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner, compliment your hair or the shirt you’re wearing or your gaming setup. It feels intimate. Almost like you could find these people and touch them and let them know you. 

But they can’t. Because the only thing that drew them to you, the part where you’re this funny, positive gamer chick who sucks at video games but is down for whatever, isn’t real. 

Spring Day Streams Y/N is a persona. You don’t stream because you’re her. You stream because you have to be her in order to survive.  

And now she’s taking up more time. Last month’s streams landed you Streamer of the Month, which thanks to the exposure, brought dozens of new subscribers and thousands of points, and that helped take care of some of your expenses for the new semester. Some. You’re still behind on your credit card bill. 

Also, more people means more expectations for streaming. So you’ve kicked up your streaming schedule from twice weekly to three times a week, with you occasionally hopping onto Wonwoo’s channel even if you aren’t streaming to mod. 

When you aren’t glued to your computer, you’re usually at the restaurant, in a cramped kitchen where you do the prep work, often alongside him, your sexy coworker-but-now-boss, Seokjin. 

The man you are quietly obsessed with. You can’t think about Kim Seokjin without thinking about all the positions you want him to fuck you in. 

Which is also why you’ve been devouring books lately. When you’re home, you throw all your energy into the escapism they provide, especially ones where you can get yourself off to whatever fantasy Seokjin effortlessly slips into. 

For every hot mob boss, corrupt CEO, longterm best friend, dragon-rider, fairy, demon, alien, ghost, or hockey playing love interest you can find, Seokjin is sure to fill the role. A hot merman looking for someone to help him grow legs and something else? Seokjin. A Grinch who inherits his family’s Christmas tree farm and discovers how much he loves to ho ho ho? Seokjin. A god who tears apart the underworld to find his lost lover, and then during the reunion fucks her on the throne of Satan while she wears the crown? All Seokjin. 

Unfortunately, his transition from co worker to boss has made your fantasies all the more dirty. 

It’s been incredibly difficult for you to handle the fact that any flirtation you two previously shared in the months before he was your boss can no longer continue. But it’s also incredibly hot.

Fantasies of him eating you out on the counter have been replaced with the fantasy of him shoving you in the back office and fucking you on the desk while wearing one of those perfect-fitting dress shirts he often parades around in. 

And when he rolls up the sleeves to help in the kitchen? Fuck, it’s humiliating how wet you get.

The entire thing is pathetic really. He’s just standing there half the time, lecturing everyone on proper kitchen hygiene and ensuring one of the cooks doesn’t use expired seasonings for his eomma’s secret sauce. 

And you’re standing next to him clenching your thighs together because when you’re this close, you can just make out the freshness of his cologne and feel the heat of his body close to yours. 

When someone fucks up, he has a tendency to take over, chopping with unmatched precision and self assurance, trying to keep his voice even and usually failing as everything builds in intensity until he’s accidentally speaking at a million miles an hour and lecturing until his face turns red. 

If someone were to pass by the shop, they’d probably mistake his shouting for anger, but you’ve come to understand Seokjin is just passionate about things. Usually when he comes down from his tangent, he’s embarrassed and apologizes, and not long after the entire staff is laughing along with him as he cracks a joke at himself for his inability to tone it down.

Which to you makes him even hotter. Seokjin is able to see his faults and work with them, not against them. He holds himself accountable. He’s nothing like the haughty men you’ve gone on brief dinners with after downloading dating apps for the hundredth time while you’re drunk. He’s actually funny, knowing the right way to use humor and tell jokes, never at someone else’s expense, and definitely without being disgustingly crude. 

All those clowns you suffered through drinks with always made comments and digs at other women or referenced their cock like they were setting up some goofy scene from porn and you would find it hilarious and endearing. 

Seokjin isn’t like that at all. He probably refers to his dick as a penis and would blush to high heavens if he knew how horny you are for him. He’s unwound you, and he has no clue. Maybe if it hadn’t been literal years since you’ve last had sex you could tone it down. 

With working all the time and going to school, it’s already been hard to even go on singular dates here and there. And since the prospects were frankly awful, sex is just something that has had to go onto the back burner for a bit, but you seemed to scorch the fucking pan by forgetting to turn the heat off and now you are burning and hungry. 

With a final sigh, you put the book down, annoyed that you didn’t have time to finish it today or at least get to a good part where you could insert yourself into the role of the palace servant and Seokjin as the Prince. Based on the reviews, there’s sure to be a hot sex scene coming up involving using a sword in a particular way that has piqued your curiosity. 

In a moment of depravity earlier, you’d snaked one hand down the front of your panties to rub a few damp fingers around your clit to take the edge off. 

You check the time on your phone, already aware that you don’t have time to cum before streaming. You already hit the snooze button twice. The spicy stuff will have to wait. 

Defeated, you stand up, turning on the lights in your apartment as the sun finally fades away and the dark creeps in. You eat a bowl of cereal while doing your makeup, what little of it you want to put on. Finally, you fire up your PC, trying to ignore the irritation you’re already experiencing from being so high strung and unsatisfied.

The second this stream is over, you’re going to make sure you cum until you pass out. Until then, it’s time for work.

“At what point am I supposed to become good at this again?” You ask Seokjin as you attempt (and fail) to julienne carrots. 

When you arrived at work at an ungodly hour this morning to prep for the weekend rush, Seokjin had already started the coffee. 

Your empty cup now idles next to your scrap pile of too-wide carrot blocks that’ll have to be pulverized by the blender and repurposed in another recipe. 

Seokjin chuckles as he buzzes about the kitchen, reaching tenderly around you to grab your mug for a refill. 

“That all depends on how much you practice.”

“So should I expect a large carton of carrots to be delivered to my home this evening with the instructions to have them julienned by Monday?” You tease, as you split another carrot down the center, half of it flinging off the prep counter and onto the floor. 

Seokjin smirks and bends down. He picks up the carrot and deposits it into the garbage bin. “Two cartons, actually. Given how many carrots we’ve lost already today, I need to make sure at least some of our inventory lands on the customer’s plate and not just into the trash.”

“How considerate of you,” you chide, and put down the knife, reaching out to accept your newly filled coffee mug. Seokjin’s hands are red from the constant washing and chopping of potatoes, which you recently learned he’s allergic to. 

As well as garlic, and you’ve already voluntarily peeled and minced that for the day. That much you can do without guidance, but anything besides your imprecise chopping is on the list of knife skills Seokjin wants you to improve upon. 

This is fair, given how dangerous your previous cutting methods have been. Once Seokjin saw the way you tried to stab at a watermelon, it was over. Now you often come in an hour and a half early before each shift to practice. 

And to also be alone with Seokjin before he is forced from the kitchen to deal with other duties. 

“Thank you,” you say, as you take the first warm sip and shiver. It’s freezing outside, and it’s only supposed to get worse. 

There’s snow forecasted for the weekend, which could mean one of two things: everyone stays home and avoids driving, or they all leave the house in one show of silent agreement and fill every nook and cranny of the restaurant to order bowls of sundubu jjigae or crisp and hot pajeon. 

Seokjin predicts that because a warm front is moving in afterward, people will utilize one of the only days of snow you’ll likely get this winter to gather together.

Valentine’s Day is soon, and the city has started to prepare. Storefronts have begun switching out new year sale signs for pink and red heart motifs, with spas and restaurants offering couple specials. The perfumeries have moved from campaigns advertising the perfect Christmas gift to ones of sexy, decadent colognes sure to transform a man into his inner beast. 

And then there’s the chocolate. It’s like the air in the neighborhood the restaurant resides in smells different, less greasy and grimy and more sweet. Everywhere you turn there’s pastries, cakes, bonbons, crepes, chocolate dipped nuts and other confections that just looking at makes your teeth sore. 

With the district washing itself in a pink glow, more and more couples have been braving the cold, landing in the restaurant after weighing themselves down with shopping bags. 

You’ve seen what’s in them, often tripping over or kicking at least one bag each shift while you attempt to bring an order to the table and spilling the contents. This year seems to be popular for matching couple outfits. You’ve seen a lot of pairs in their early twenties wearing or recently acquiring sweaters that have the same characters or color combinations. With the temperatures dipping into a bitter chill this week, some have elected to wear cute but inconvenient sets of mittens that allow them to hold hands as they stroll. 

When it snows in the city, the world gets quieter, cleaner. Even if people shuffle around in the bustle of novelty experiences, how they show their love, from brushing the snow off each other’s coats or taking kissing selfies in front of snow fallen trees, it always makes you feel a little softer, a little more at peace. 

Snow is really romantic.

“What?” Seokjin asks, which alerts you to the fact that you’ve been staring at him as you let your thoughts run, a dopey grin splattered across your face. 

“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about how much I love the snow.” You break eye contact, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood your cheeks. 

“Ah, yeah. It’s supposed to start soon,” he looks at you thoughtfully before looking back down at the tofu blocks he’s draining. 

A silence falls on you, the once normal pause now becoming a bit awkward. 

“What do–”

“I just–”

You both stumble over each other, trying to fill the unnatural pause you’ve reached, which has you laughing and Seokjin cracking a wide grin. 

“What were you going to say?” he asks, and then motions for you to get back to your carrot desecrating. 

“Ah nothing. You were going to ask something?”

You slice a carrot, this time less match stick and more shaved. Damn. 

“Oh, um. I was going to ask you what you like about the snow. That thought kind of came from nowhere and I was trying to follow.” His voice is careful, as if he’s trying not to offend you. Is he nervous?

Your mouth draws into a thin line. Can you risk saying what you were just thinking? Is it inappropriate to talk about romance in front of your boss, who you’ve thought about kissing in the snow at least three times a day? You don’t want to make him uncomfortable. You’re aware of the ways in which Seokjin’s new position of authority weighs on him. 

While he’s always had more authority due to being the owners’ son, it isn’t like Seokjin walked around the place with a power complex before his promotion. You two had become something akin to friends in the months you’ve worked together, falling into occasional flirty banter as you shuffled around each other to mop floors or wash dishes. 

You know he used to work for a large company a few years ago but quit to help his family with their restaurant. You also know he loves MapleStory and is always showing you his newest splurge from their online shop or the latest piece to his collection. 

He doesn’t have any pets, but sometimes debates getting a dog and then when shown support, he dismisses it with boisterous laughter, talking about how he doesn’t have the time and if he ever wants to get a dog, he will have to buy a house. Usually once he lands on discussions of a house, he gets a little more quiet, perhaps a bit sad.  

He has an older brother who has one child and another on the way, a major reason for his parents’ decision to travel now, before the new baby arrives. His brother and brother’s wife have visited a few times while you were working, but Seokjin’s mother had mentioned that her son and his wife recently moved into a new house outside of the city, and with the new addition joining sometime in the spring, it can be a bit exhausting to pack up the car for a few hours of visiting time. 

While you haven’t experienced Seokjin as an uncle, you know how much he loves being one, excusing himself from the front of the shop to Facetime with his nephew from the back office, where you can hear his voice carry with high pitched impressions and jokes or random songs he babbles to the youngest Kim. 

Knowing him in this way feels a bit awkward now that he’s the one signing your paychecks. Since his transition, he’s been a bit more formal with you, you assume trying to be respectful and professional. 

You understand where he’s coming from, but you miss the past connection you two had formed. And that seems to dictate your response. 

“I like how romantic snow is. How it not only makes the lights twinkle more, but how people do cute things in it. Snowball fights, drinking hot chocolate, building snowmen. They change their behaviors for the snow. To celebrate love in it. Last time it snowed here, I saw one girl push her boyfriend into a snowbank.”

Seokjin laughs as he begins popping the tofu blocks into containers. “That sounds awful,” he says. 

Your heart plummets. “Oh,” you squeak. 

His head darts up to catch your expression and his eyes flash. “Oh, no no! Not like that. I mean, being pushed into the snowbank. That poor guy was probably soaking wet and freezing after that!” He waves his knife in his hand wildly with his gesture and then quickly deposits it into a sheath before stepping over to your workstation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” 

You recover. “Oh he was. He also got his revenge by pulling her in with him. And she wasn’t even wearing a coat.”

You watch Seokjin’s tense shoulders relax. His broad frame is so close now, towering over you. He smells a little like the earthy starch of potatoes, but you like it. 

“I, uh,” he says, his voice becoming more raw. “I like the snow too. You’re right, it is romantic in a way. The snowflakes getting caught in your hair, you huddle closer to someone to share body heat, it’s nice.”

As if on cue, your bodies inch a little closer to each other. Seokjin reaches his arm forward, brushing along yours as he grasps one edge of the workstation to lean in. 

“Yeah,” you reply lamely. 

You blink up at him and he smiles back. You both sit there for a moment, neither of you moving, just studying the other’s expression. 

Then, he leans in.

Your breath catches, and his other arm lifts up above you on the other side, caging you to the workstation.

Your eyes close from the intensity. He’s so close that you feel the fabric of his rolled shirt sleeve graze against your cheek. 

All it would take is him leaning in and searing his lips onto yours and you would fold for him. You know this.  

This is what you often fantasize about, the two of you in this position. That’s the power he has over you, his smooth seduction, your willingness. 

If he asked you right now, you would strip down and bend over this workstation, let him fuck you with your nipples brushing against the cold steel of the counter, carrot shavings squishing against your face as he impales you with his cock. 

It would be so easy, he just needs to ask you. 

“Y/N,” he says, a bit more distant now, but you shudder at how roughly he says your name. 

“Mm?” you hum, forcing your eyes to reopen. Seokjin has pulled away from you. How long has he been just looking at you standing here with your eyes closed?  

“Turn around,” he says. 

Wait, what? 

You stare back at him blankly. Is he reading your mind? 

Seokjin rolls his eyes and laughs, holding up the package of dried seaweed that was above you on the shelf. He tosses it on the counter behind him.

“Are you still here or did I lose you? I said turn around.” You freeze, confused. 

He did all that to reach above you for some seaweed? Is he fucking with you? And what does he want you to turn around for? 

“Wha–”

You open your mouth to ask but Seokjin moves in, his hands on your wrists as he takes you and spins you around so you’re up against your workstation, his stomach resting on your back as you stand sandwiched against him and the cold counter. You clench your thighs, suddenly aware that you are wet. 

Fuck.  

“You need to focus,” he says low in your ear. You take a shaky breath. 

Focus. How are you supposed to focus when you imagined this exact scenario exactly one minute ago? 

“I, what?” Your words fail you as you stand there, stunned and aroused but also completely confused about what he wants from you. This entire situation is a mindfuck. 

Seokjin’s hands leave your wrists and make their way to your hands as he moves you like a puppet. 

“Y/N, were you even paying attention? We just went over this. God, I swear, I’ve told you. You need to be present in the kitchen space. You’re lucky I resheathed the knife for you while you were on another planet. You could have easily gotten hurt.” Seokjin scolds you overhead. 

Oh. You look to the right and see the kitchen knife you were using back in its protective shell and not where you left it, which, come to think of it, was incredibly close to where your hands were now on the counter under Seokjin’s. Yikes. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling a prick of shame seeping through the fog. Seokjin isn’t trying to fuck you against the counter; he’s trying to make sure you don’t cut your finger off. 

He tuts above you, his grip still firm as he directs you to the uncut carrots and chopping board. 

“Tsk, honestly. You’re ridiculous. What am I going to do if my best girl is hospitalized after losing her hand because she’s too busy daydreaming about snow storms instead of having basic kitchen awareness? You know, I could send you home over this. Make you unable to come back until you rewatch those kitchen safety videos with the fake blood and awful actors. Seriously.” 

You shiver at his words. He’s so busy setting up for a rant, you almost miss it. 

“Your best girl?” You ask lightly. 

Seokjin stills, your joined hands hovering over the cutting board. “Oh, uh. You know what I mean. You’re the best….girl we have on staff. You know.”

You don’t. You’re far from the best girl on staff. Seha has a degree in culinary arts. She’s usually the one who has everything prepped days ahead with perfectly formed cuts. She manages the kitchen cleanliness with rigidness. She even barks orders at Seokjin when he’s in the kitchen because he isn’t as clean as her. 

If she wasn’t out with the flu, none of this work would even need to be done. Maybe Seokjin is getting sick too. He’s been feverish looking and a little uneasy around you all morning, and clearly he’s now being delusional.

“Ah,” you concede, and give your hands a shake to urge him to continue. 

“Right, anyway. You’re getting better at your cuts, but I’m losing money quickly with all your sacrifices to the floor goblins. And we don’t have much time left before the others start coming in, so let’s finish this up.” 

You let Seokjin guide you, literally hand-over-hand, as he restructures your positioning on the knife and angle of the blade to slice through the carrots a lot more cleanly and easily. 

“That’s it, good. You’re doing such a good job,” he breathes. 

You feel his exhale along your spine. God, you’re a pervert. He’s just trying to help you better yourself, and all you’re thinking about is how dominating he seems right now and how much you want to please him. 

God, if he calls you a good girl you know you’re going to moan audibly. That’s how bad he’s got you.

You keep working, and once you get the hang of it, Seokjin’s grip loosens, allowing you to finish the bag by yourself. But his hands are still on yours, even if you’re the one in control. 

After a while though, it’s becoming too much to handle. Him bent over you like this is limiting your range of motion, making it hard to wipe the sweat on your hands or move your scrap pile further down the counter. 

He’s also a human furnace, the space between you still so limited that you’ve begun sweating under him. 

In one particular cut of carrot, the sweat caused by the joint heat of your hands causes you to lose your grip, shooting it down onto the floor. 

Reflexively, you reach down to grab it, but with Seokjin still attached to you, it proves to be an immediate disaster. 

You throw your body into a bend, which forces you back, your ass grinding directly into Seokjin and being met with something very large. 

You gasp and Seokjin grunts, swiftly releasing your hands, which are actually balancing you in your bend. 

You fall forward, smacking your head into the edge of the counter as you go down. 

The kitchen echoes with an embarrassing clang as your forehead ricochets off the metal. 

“Fuck,” you groan, a sharp pain shooting through you.. 

You scramble to recover, one hand going to your head as you steady yourself, rubbing the soreness. Seokjin flails above you, panicked. 

“Oh shit! Y/N I’m so sorry! Oh my god. Are you okay? I shouldn’t have let go, I just was–” Seokjin rambles as you stare up at him, trying to get him to steel himself. 

“No, fuck, ouch, it’s okay! I’m okay. Seokjin, can you please just get me some ice and help me up?” You aren’t sure you can get yourself up as your vision swirls from the heat of the pain. You really went down hard. 

Seokjin ceases his flailing and shouting, leaning down and picking your body up off the floor with impressive strength and carrying you to a clean workstation in the center of the room. He sits you on top of it, making you now almost his height. 

Holy shit.

Once sure you’re not at risk of flopping over, he walks over to the ice maker with a clean kitchen cloth and folds some ice cubes inside. 

You reach for the cloth, but he refuses to hand it over. 

“Yah! No. Please let me do this, I can see the bump forming already. I’m the one who caused your injury.” He gingerly lays the cold cloth against your head. You wince. 

“‘Snot your fault,” you pout, trying to ignore the pain. “It was an accident. No one caused it.” 

Seokjin sighs and places his free hand behind your head, discouraging you from angling away like you’ve subconsciously been doing. 

“It is my fault. I let go of you. After just lecturing you about kitchen safety. God, what kind of example am I setting? I’m really sucking at this boss thing.” 

You reach up, placing your hand on Seokjin’s wrist to remove it from the ice. But he doesn’t relent. You keep your hold. 

“Seokjin, you’re not a bad boss. God you’re literally the opposite. Everyone here loves you. You’ve only been the manager for a little while. Give yourself some time. And keep in mind both of your parents ran this place, and now it’s down to just you.” 

You feel the tendons under his wrist adjust, his grip a little looser. Seokjin’s wrists are soft and tan, a thin coating of hair trailing up his forearms and under his sleeve. Your grip loosens too, and you let your thumb brush back and forth through the hair. 

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t supposed to be the manager. My brother was supposed to manage the restaurant when my parents were ready to retire. That was always the plan, anyway. But things change. When they were getting their apartment ready for my nephew to arrive, I think they realized how tight space can be living in the city. We grew up in an apartment complex not too far from here and it always felt like we were on top of each other. 

“Which, we kind of were. My brother and I shared this tiny room that had bunk beds, and we lived that way until he went away to college. I used to always smack my head against the ceiling when I was a teenager and woke up in the middle of the night. My forehead would get huge bruises on it, probably a lot like the one you’re going to have on your head.” He frowns. 

“I guess my brother didn’t want to see his kids living like that either. I never minded it so much, but maybe that’s because I was the younger one. Not having any privacy during puberty or dealing with me during puberty was probably a nightmare for him.”

You shoot him a sympathetic smile. “It was nice of you to take over on his behalf then. I know you used to work for major companies in the business district downtown. This must have felt like a sacrifice.” 

Seokjin’s arm falls away from your head, your soft caress pulling away with it. He sets the cloth down next to you. He worries his bottom lip into his mouth and then shakes his head. 

“No, it was never like that. I’m sure eomma filled everyone and their brother’s ears with stuff about me. ‘Seokjin is our business minded son! He’ll make a great leader!’ ‘Seokjin is talented in the kitchen and spent his whole life working for us. We trained him well!’ ‘Don’t worry about him abusing his power. He knows exactly how it is for everyone!’” Seokjin’s says, his voice inotating the same pattern of his mother. 

“Well, she wasn’t wrong. You are all those things,” you argue, lacing your fingers in his. You know it’s not necessarily appropriate behavior between a boss and his employee, but at this moment, you’d argue Seokjin needs a friend more than anything. 

“I’m not, though, Y/N. I didn’t sacrifice anything to do this. It wasn’t some great act of loyalty where the son with a promising future gives up his dream for his family business. In fact I had to beg my parents to let me work here! Because I, their failure of a son, lost everything and had nowhere else to go! And the shit I ended up doing to even keep myself afloat…I’m not a great leader. I’m nothing more than a fraud.”

Seokjin rakes his free hand through his hair. 

“I had a good life before this Y/N. A good job, a nice house, a fi-...just..I was living a dream that I no longer have for myself is all. But at the time I was on top of the world and now I feel like such a fucking failure.” 

Seokjin looks like he’s falling apart, eyes darting madly as he shifts around, suddenly transforming into nothing like his usual cool, goofy self. 

You need to stop this from getting worse. To distract him and stop him from talking himself into a pit of despair. If Seokjin’s mouth is occupied somehow, he can’t continue with all the negative self-talk. 

A stupid idea flashes in your head. You don’t even think before you roll with it. 

“Jesus, I can’t even manage properly. I messed up Mino’s paycheck a few weeks ago and I’m still not sure how it happened. I’m just not–”

Your lips connect with Seokjin’s, your legs wrapping around his waist to tug him closer as you move your body against his. Seokjin returns the kiss in earnest, parting his mouth to welcome your tongue as you lap the words out of his mouth. 

His plush lips feel so soft against yours, his taste a bit bitter from the coffee you both drank earlier, but you find yourself craving more of it, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth with the hope that maybe you can absorb it. 

Seokjin groans in response, gripping your hand tighter, his other settling on your lower back as he pulls you closer. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear every atom in your body is vibrating at a higher frequency from his touch. You want to feel him everywhere. 

You break the kiss, and see Seokjin’s eyelids are heavy, almost like he’s drunk. You’re about to move back in, to tongue along his sweaty, long neck, suck on his protruding Adam’s apple. 

That’s when you hear it. The slam of the back door as your coworkers arrive.

Seokjin jolts back, breaking the hold you have around his waist with your legs. 

His mouth looks a little red and swollen. And his eyes are wide, panic flashing across his face. 

“I–I’m sorry!” 

Before you can reassure him, tell him that you’re the one who should be sorry, you started this, who crossed this line between boss and employee by kissing him, Seokjin bolts from the kitchen. 

You sit for a minute, stunned, and then look around, taking in the scene around you. The carrot shavings all over the counter, the discarded one still on the floor. Your knife is unsheathed again. There’s containers of tofu and seaweed just abandoned in a pile next to a large pot. 

And you can feel the puddle forming under you from where the ice has begun to melt. What the fuck just happened? What mess did you just get yourself into? 

The rest of your shift, you’re anxious. Especially because you’re short-staffed due to the weather forecast, which has led to three call-outs from people who commute from across town. That means you’re performing multiple roles: taking orders, bussing tables, seating customers, and getting appetizers, drinks, and side dishes ready for each group of people coming through the door. 

Seokjin was right in his prediction; you guys are slammed. And because there’s less staff, that means Seokjin is orbiting around you, following behind with cleaning rags as you finish bussing or running into you in the narrow doorway as you both attempt to fetch an order from the kitchen. You’re both flushed and sweating, the hairs on the back of your neck now matted down. 

Your mind is swirling around that kiss and its consequences, but you don’t have time to lose focus; the minute you finish one thing, you’re pulled into another task for a temporary distraction.

Only to be thrust back into the reminder of this morning when Seokjin lightly caresses the small of your back as he squeezes behind you to grab more plates. 

If either of you ever need a break, you don’t say so, only pausing in between rushes to pee, take a bite of something, and chug water before you’re thrown back out into the mess. 

Finally, after you elect to work a double, it’s closing time.

“Y/N!” Seokjin calls you from the front as you scrub the grime off a stack of dirty dishes.

Your pulse quickens. You’re the last one here. The storm kicked up an hour ago, and since you live the closest, you shoved your coworkers out the door so they could get home before the roads were a mess. 

You dry your hands on your messy apron, pulling out your phone and wincing at the slew of missed calls, texts and notifications. You were supposed to stream again tonight with a bunch of other girl gamers as a part of a “Galentine's Day” collab, playing dating simulation games as a warm up before jumping into some first person shooters. 

You’d reached out to cancel once you saw the stress tugging at Seokjin’s face, his jaw set, his brow constantly furrowed. While the other streamers were completely understanding, you still have a ton of notifications from your social channels asking if you are okay and some texts from Wonwoo and a few other friends asking the same. 

You’ll fill them in later. But now, you have to face Seokjin. 

He’s sitting at a freshly wiped-down table, counting the drawers and preparing the deposit slip. 

He ushers you over and gestures at the stack of cash, silently asking you to verify his numbers. You comply, the room silent less the shuffling of bills or coins under your fingertips and your habitual mouthing of the numbers to ensure you don’t lose count. 

He nods at your final calculation, jotting the number down on the sheet and placing the bills together. You turn and begin to head back to the kitchen. 

“Wait,” he says, and you freeze. 

Your stomach is quickly turning into a bundle of knots. You suck your lips into your mouth as you spin back around, Seokjin’s eyes meeting yours. 

“I…” Seokjin takes a deep breath before continuing. “Listen. I’m really sorry about this morning. Today’s just been a whole mess and I really shouldn’t have been airing my frustrations to an employee like that. It was inappropriate and immature. I know better than to behave this way.”

Did you say your stomach was in knots? You mean it’s filled with heavy, sickening lead. “Oh, right. Uh, don’t. I mean, I started it. I just…you were panicking and I didn’t know what to do and I thought maybe this would help.” 

Seokjin’s brow furrows, a frown on his face. “Why are you apologizing when I’m clearly the one in the wrong here? Ah, no let me finish! I’ve always prided myself on my professionalism and ability to keep personal matters out of my work. And I failed in doing so, which takes advantage of you since I���m your superior. You not only felt a need to comfort me but also stop me from spinning out. I’m truly sorry Y/N, about the oversharing and the um, kiss. I definitely gave into my emotions in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me, I promise I will never touch you again. This won’t happen again.” 

His head droops and he looks down, clearly ashamed.

Oh. So he doesn’t want this. Which, why would he? He’s right in that he’s your boss, and clearly Seokjin values his reputation and his job because they’re a reflection of not just him, but his family. Why risk that with someone like you?

You swallow the lump in your throat along with any response. There is the boundary, you know better than to cross it. 

As you move again, Seokjin rises from the table. “Y/N…you know what? You go home. The storm is really coming down.”

“But, there’s still mopping and all those dishes left,” you croak. Your voice is so hoarse from being dehydrated and talking all day that you barely recognize it as your own. 

“Don’t worry about those. You look and sound exhausted. It’s not your job to take care of everything. Go home, enjoy your romantic snowy trek,” he smirks, “and get some much needed rest. You’ve more than earned it.”

When you arrive home, your body slugs onto your bed, finally giving into the fatigue you’ve ignored all day. Your feet ache, your stomach now settled enough from your walk that you are starving. And you smell awful. 

As much as you want to fall asleep, you know that you at the very least need to eat something. 

With a groan, you rise, hobbling to your kitchen to make some instant ramyeon. The collab stream is now over, you learned this while finally checking your phone on your way home and seeing a thank you message blasted out by one of the streamers. Oh well. 

You suppose you could get back to your book, see what Prince August and his lover are getting up to in their reunion, but that seems like more brain power than you’re willing to give. 

You elect to eat, then take a shower, rinsing the grime of the day off you. When you step out of the shower, you see an ugly looking bump and purple bruise on your forehead. 

That’s right, you’d already forgotten about your injury from earlier. You touch it lightly and recoil from the sharp pain. Damn, maybe you should’ve checked to see if you were concussed earlier. You didn’t realize you hit your head that hard. 

You decide to ice it before bed, crawling under your covers and trying to rest while you play back your day. 

How you started is so significantly different from where you are now. When you woke up, you were eager and excited to be around Seokjin, to learn new skills and feel light and warm in his presence. Now, the idea of going back to work in a few days, to have to muddle through the rejection you got tonight and try to get back to a baseline makes you feel nauseous. 

Seokjin wants to make this all water under the bridge, and you want to do that for him. But it’s nearly impossible when he’s, well, him. He doesn’t understand how much more difficult it’s going to be to look at him because you’re not walking around with a face like that: perfectly balanced and delicate features and a full, delicious set of lips. 

God, he really did taste fantastic. You wonder what would’ve happened if you two weren’t interrupted. Would giving into his emotional need for comfort have given you more? You know it’s wrong to think about, because you're the one who took advantage of him, not the other way around. 

He can say he took advantage of you with his power imbalance or whatever, but you’re the one who was seconds away from licking down that thick neck or grinding back onto that massive cock. 

Fuck, that’s right, Seokjin is huge under all those clothes and your ass got to experience rubbing against it today. And maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but he seemed like he was a little hard. 

If Mino and the others had been just a little later, you might have seen it. They might have walked in on you on your knees as you choked on it, Seokjin’s moans and whines echoing in the kitchen. 

Because now from kissing him, you got a taste of those little noises he makes. And the memory has you becoming slick and needy. 

It’s late. Too late to read your smutty book, especially since you’re not at the next smutty scene yet. August and his beloved are just reuniting. You’re sure it’s bound to be good, but you don’t have that kind of patience right now. You need to cum, to get your ideas about Seokjin and what he firmly set as a boundary out of your head once and for all. 

Which means you need to give your fantasy of him out of your head too. You shove the ice pack you’ve been holding to your head aside, ready to relieve some tension. 

You reach under your shirt and gasp when the chill of your icy hand plucks at one of your nipples. Yes, you need more of this. 

You touch the other one with your other hand, disappointed that it’s warm. And then you get a fantastic idea. You grope around for a moment until you feel the cold cloth housing the ice cubes from your freezer and pluck one out. It melts quickly in your hand, but the cold water is stimulating as you feel it run down your forearms, a droplet or two rushing down and reaching the heat of your armpit. You pull the large shirt you use as pajamas  up further with your other hand, fully exposing your chest and stomach to the chilly air of your apartment.  

The ice cube drips over your navel. You hiss as the new sensation floods your core with warmth. Some of the water pools in your belly button, a satisfying dampness taking over your body. Then, you drip the melting ice cube onto each nipple and relish how erect and sensitive they’ve become from your arousal. 

Your breasts are plush, something you love to grab and tug as you play with yourself. They’re heavy, the weight of gravity tugging them down instead of staying up as porn once made you believe was possible. 

You can understand why people sometimes get caught up playing with tits all the time. They’re arguably fun to play with. 

As the ice cube warms and shrinks, you become more curious, taking it between your fingers and swirling it directly over each nipple, a shock of cold hitting them and your hips bucking in pleasure. More. Whatever you’re feeling right now, you need more of it. 

You rip your sleep shorts and panties off in desperation, splaying your legs open and aiming yourself up so the last drips of the ice cube can fall directly onto the folds of your pussy, a few dribbles landing right on your aching clit. 

Heat, that’s what you actually feel. Fire and ice swirling together in a decadent and hot pleasure. You reach over and grab another cube, this time skipping the teasing and touching the ice right to your clit. It’s a lot. Too much. Not enough. The pain shooting through your clit is also full of so much pleasure and you don’t want to stop. 

You rock against your hand, rubbing your clit with your fingers as the ice melts, mixing the wetness of the water with your own, getting you messier, hotter, hungrier. 

The memory of Seokjin holding the ice pack flits through your head, how cold his one hand was as it held yours, similar to the chill of your own hand as you grind it against your pussy. You need something inside of you. Now. 

And unfortunately for you, all your toys are currently dirty. When you finished streaming last night, you made good on your promise to fuck yourself until you passed out, which means your collection of dildos and vibrators are now discarded in a pile next to your bed that you’d intended to wash after work today. 

You insert a finger and sigh. It’s not enough. The angle is too awkward and you can’t get far enough in. Seokjin’s hands are much larger than yours, capable of pumping his long fingers deep within you, to get to the part of your core that is aching. If he were here right now, he could be itching that scratch, a smug look on his face as he comments on how soaking wet you are for him and commands you to cum. 

Ugh. You said you wouldn’t think of him, yet here he is again, stirring up inside your fantasies. You can’t give in, you need to distract yourself, look at another face so you can feel motivation. 

You remove your fingers, wipe them on the damp washcloth next to you, and reach over on your side table for your laptop. 

You don’t watch a lot of porn, finding the videos often too fake, but you’re desperate. You scroll through the website, quickly losing some of your arousal as you click through pages of straight porn, the ones you know that will have some awful plot, or the woman has some nasal and fake moan that kills your buzz. Or the guys are so ugly, proving that porn always has the male gaze in mind. 

You just need to cum. Today has been awful enough, and knowing you have to stream tomorrow again is already causing you to wind up. No, this is necessary stress relief. An unwinding. Make it dirty and to the point. 

You click over into the other categories. You need just a man, someone else who isn’t Seokjin. You hover over the male masturbation tag, still disappointed. Then you see a banner ad for a camming site: Worldwide Handsome, Hunks From Around the Globe. That, you think, seems more promising. 

Live cams are interactive, more with immediacy. Usually the guys on them are hot or gay or both and just ready to jack off for money and give in to some dirty talk. Even the gay camboys don’t always care if women are viewing. Money is money. 

You click the banner, praying this doesn’t immediately give your computer a hundred viruses that will delete all your coursework you’ve saved to the harddrive. 

Luckily, it’s a legitimate website, much like OnlyFans, just with the emphasis on queer men from every country. You might just be saved. 

There are so many categories to choose from: couples, kinks, trans, bisexual, furries, just chatting, BDSM, interactive games, private rooms. It’s a little overwhelming. You select the “solo” tab, which, of course, has the most videos under it, and begin exploring. 

You click on one that seems promising, but quickly exit out because the user has fallen asleep and it feels too intimate. 

In another, the streamer is yelling at his chat for outting him to his parents, and you exit out of that as well. 

You’re about to give up when you refresh the page, but then a recently started stream catches your eye. It’s quickly gaining views, and has a little “1” next to it, probably to indicate that this streamer is the most popular one in his category. 

The title for the stream is Unwind with me. Late night play with Daddy which makes your core throb a little with promise. The thumbnail is black, which is a little odd, but you’re curious who this “Daddy” is and how he plans on helping his viewers unwind. Because that is exactly what you need. In his associated tags, there’s a tiny banner at the bottom that urges you forward “all genders welcome”. 

You click the link, and the video itself is black, but there’s still hundreds of comments fluttering through the chat. Is your stream broken? This sometimes happens when you stream too, but after a quick refresh you realize that the screen isn’t black. There’s a little bit of light pouring through whatever is covering the camera, detecting some movement through the veil. 

“You don’t know how stressed I am today,” a low voice groans. 

Whoa. You lean closer, tapping the volume button on your laptop to the max and leaning back. God, whoever this guy is, he sounds hot. This might actually work to get you off and get over Seokjin.

You balance your laptop on your knees and roll your hand down your stomach and between your legs, finding your aching clit and sighing as you delight in your touch. 

“I know we don’t always play games like this baby. I know you usually like it when I beg. But I can’t play like that today. It’s been so long since I got to fall back into what I desperately, absolutely need.”

His voice is so seductive yet also comforting in a way that’s familiar. You feel more of your arousal dripping out of you, and you scoop it up to swirl it around your clit, feeling a little twinge of that white hot pleasure return to you. 

“And what I need is to take the edge off, to remind all of you who is in charge. Some of you have been very, very bad lately. Haven’t I given you enough? A two-year anniversary stream? I gave you all my cum didn’t I? All of it.” 

The chat is going nuts, comments replying with “yes Daddy” accompanying tips that vary from twenty bucks to one thousand dollars spilling in. You check his timestamp. He’s only been live for five minutes and he’s already getting this much? Even your most successful streams take hours to reach a little over a thousand after royalty cuts. 

To his credit, though, if you had a grand to drop on him, you just might, and that’s going by his sexy voice alone.

“I let you watch me spill from my cock, let you see me touch myself. And you were greedy. Don’t think I don’t know what you did. I saw your questioning comments, trying to shame me for muttering someone’s name in pleasure. But I’m not ashamed. I’m proud.”

Fuck, what you would do to have this guy moan your name. You feel your orgasm approaching and rub yourself harder, a soft squelch echoing through your room.

“You took what I gave you for granted, you fucking whores. And now, you need to be punished.” 

You’re so close, the little peaks of pleasure starting to build up higher in intensity. 

The mystery man stops talking, and you along with the chat, begging for more. 

“Please,” you moan at your screen. 

Suddenly, you hear it, a wet, slick sound. Fuck, is he touching himself? 

“It’s been a long day. All day, I was working and I was so horny because some people in this world can’t stop fucking teasing me, tempting me to punish them, just like you.”

You feel the tremor of your first orgasm, but it’s not as sharp, more like a hint of what is to come. You pinch your clit between your fingers, sighing a little bit at the relief of pressure.

“You’ve all been very bad. And until you show me you can be good, I’m going to pump my cock and not let any of you see. You think you can do that? You think you can be my good little subs and prove to me you’ll behave?”

Oh god. Fuck. He’s insane, he’s so hot and insane, and you’re also insane, nodding along. The condescension is so hot, and it reminds you of earlier in the kitchen, when Seokjin scolded you for not being safe with the knife. His voice got rough just like this guy. And it makes you feel so needy and desperate. 

Please, you beg silently, just like how you did this morning. I’ll do anything. 

Almost as if he knows this, you hear a moan carry through your speakers. You assume he’s reading the comments and tips with promises to behave. You clench around nothing, really wishing at least one of your toys was clean for you to use to feel less empty. You’re never falling asleep without washing them again. 

“Good, that’s what I like to see. Now remember, you don’t get to cum until I get to cum. Go ahead and play with yourself for me, get yourself all worked up. And then be good and listen. I’ll tell you what to do next.” 

Whoops. Well, the first one didn’t count. You aren’t satisfied. 

He groans, signaling that he’s stroking himself again, rough jerks you can hear from the way his hands are sliding over his (you assume) lubed cock. 

“You want to see me cum? You want to earn it all over you? You know what you have to do, my pretty little subs. Work for it. And not a penny less.” 

In a frenzy, the tip jar continues to buzz in the bottom corner, the graphic of coins depositing into it glitching out a bit as it fails to keep up with the volume of tips. While he’s the most popular streamer on this site, it’s not as though the website is the only one of its kind, and that means that his couple hundred viewers are putting in the work and the cash. 

You watch the numbers rise next to the tip jar as his subs showcase their double entendre: both his subscriber count soars and his comments flood with loyal submissives.

Please, Daddy. Please let me cum. 

I’m sorry Daddy. I’ll be good, I swear. 

Remove the blindfold please! I need to see your big cock! 

Ah, it’s a blindfold. Of course. 

The graphic of the jar changes, exploding and sending animated dollars and coins across the screen. This is wild. His viewers have already met the milestone. They’ve just raised ten grand in less than 15 minutes. That has to be some kind of record. 

He tuts and the sound of it punches your gut. Why does he sound so familiar?  “Tsk, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I knew you could do it. You want my forgiveness that badly, huh? Okay, I’ll give you what you need. I’ll forgive you.” 

Your pussy is throbbing. You’ve had to scale back the touching, feeling a weird sense of obedience to this camboy that you can’t describe. 

There’s a ruffling sound and the camera jolts before light pours into view, a blur of shapes and colors you can’t make out greeting you until it comes into focus and you’re met with a massive, leaking cock. 

“Holy shit,” you moan, finding your footing on your bed and moving your resting hand from your inner thigh back to your clit. 

The camera is framed from the user’s toned abs down to just the top of his thighs, showing off his heavy, tight balls and red, angry tip. 

“Is this what you’re begging for?” 

Yes, you shudder a breath. Yes. 

Large hands with long knobby fingers run along his thighs, one sweeping under to cup his balls while the other works his shaft, thumb sliding over his slit to rub precum around the tip. 

“Alright, then.” He begins pumping, smooth, tight jerks that have him squeezing his length and encouraging more strands of precum to leak out. He falls into a steady rhythm and you mirror the pace on your clit, gasping for breaths as you become all the more sensitive now that you have a visual to follow. 

“My face? Oh, no. You didn’t earn the right to see that. Don’t start with me. If you want to see my face when I cum, you have to reach the next milestone. You know the rules.” 

You don’t know the rules, but you hope someone else will be desperate enough to reach it for you. You’re dying to know what he looks like. 

Almost instantly, the money animation explodes on the screen again. A $5000 tip. Jesus Christ.

“Ah, of course mapl3stor33, I should’ve known it was you. Always so good to me.  Because of you I got to get that new collector figurine. Thank you. Well everyone, because of mapl3’s generosity and mmm…loyalty…fuck. I guess I’ll let you get your full fantasy. Let you see my face as you imagine you get to make a mess of me, milk my fucking cock all over you and let me make a mess of you.” He’s moaning as he speaks, pausing between sentences to pump himself harder as he gives “Maple” a proper shout out. 

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. It’s one thing for you to create the fantasy, but him acknowledging it with some judgment, as though you’re not good enough to even fantasize about him, it’s leading you quicker to your undoing. 

His pace builds to a heavy, slick rut. His hands are slightly red, almost like how yours looked after washing the dishes before Seokjin kicked you out. 

Wait. Red hands. His look similar to Seokjin’s, with the same knobby long fingers. And the figurine and Maple…like, MapleStory? 

There’s no way. No, you’re clearly just losing it with your fantasies. This one is taking it too far. 

“Fuck, yeah that’s it baby. Touch yourself. Be good for me. Where do you want my cum? Oh, you dirty slut, fuck, yes. Okay, I’ll cum all over myself. Just for you. Shit. Almost, come on.”

Your fingers are still following his lead, unable to stop, so close to finishing, to the release. 

He moans, his hands blurring as he strokes fast and hard, jerking into himself. And that’s when you know. You heard that moan. You caused that moan. 

With a final solid, slightly whiny grunt, he backs up. His face coming into frame, and the first strands of thick white release cascades across Seokjin’s chest as you focus in on the pure bliss washing over him, his head thrown back and mouth shaped into a delicious “o”. 

“Oh, fuck. Take it, take my cum. Yes, that’s it. That’s my best girl, so good for me. Such a good girl.” 

The second you hear the praising fall from Seokjin’s mouth, he takes you over the edge with him. Your body rockets into your orgasm with a heavy clench of your core, feet losing their solid hold below you as you begin to shake and succumb to the feeling. 

You’ve unwound, the tension of your body unfurling as you’re cast out to sea, your body bobbing along each wave with a newfound euphoria. Out here on the water, the world is silent except the ring in your ears. You bask in the peaceful ebb until you feel a tingling in your fingertips and toes calling you back, forcing breath back into your lungs with a heavy pant. 

Once you recenter, you gaze back at the stream, confirming that this is the smiling and grateful Seokjin you just saw three hours ago. 

He called you a good girl. He came all over his sweaty chest. And he’s the top streamer on a gay sex cam site. 

©2024 by jooniperbonsai

[hellbornsworld]

BTS X READER WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(2) ⋆｡ ﾟ ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡⋆

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

✨Hostess | BTS X Reader | Author : blingchick | 47 Parts | Completed

"A whore is someone who sells their body; a hostess is someone who entertains guests to make them feel welcomed and loved. There is a difference."

✨𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐑 | BTS | No Reader | Author : godlycurse | 140 Parts | Completed

In which Kim Taehyung tweets at a Dora the Explorer twt account and gets a creepy dm from them. Soon , he realizes he got himself into some deep sh*t and has to discover who's behind the account before it's to late.

✨Survival | BTS X OC | 1000% | Slow Burn | Author : BangtanArmies | 155 Parts | Completed

A tragic love story filled with pain, betrayals, miseries and deadly plot twists.

✨Buttons | BTS X Reader | Coraline!AU | Author : TaeTae_lyfe | 31 Parts | Completed

"Nothing's changed. You'll go home. You'll be bored. You'll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You're too clever and too beautiful for them to understand. They don't even remember your name."

✨ Mask Parade | BTS X Reader | Author : blingchick | 33 Parts | Ongoing

"Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off."

✨killjoy | Only BTS | Author : taenology | 50 Parts | Completed

a computer game can't hurt anyone, right?

✨The Keeper's Tale | BTS X Reader | Author : TaeTae_lyfe | 45 Parts | Completed

They witnessed her destruction, They were left to wonder why, She saw nothing but darkness, Though the stars shown in her eyes, But maybe they'd forgotten, When they failed to see the cracks, That a stars light shines brightest, When it starts to collapse.

✨Singularity | BTS x Reader | Author : mociminji | 36 Parts | Ongoing

You were stolen by the devil. He claimed you as his own. Little did he know, you are going to be the death of him.

✨The Seven | BTS X Reader | Author : TaeTae_lyfe | 45 Parts | Completed

"I'm crazy? No, darling. What's crazy is that the world refuses to let me be with you."

✨Black Swan | BTS X Reader | Author : blingchick | 17 Parts | Ongoing

"What are you going to do to me now, Swan?"

✨The 7 Princes | BTS X Reader | Author : FireTiger8 | 82 Parts | Completed

Surprise! Your parents have been keeping a secret from you - you are royal princess and sole heir to the throne. To break the news to you, your parents have sent you to a neighboring kingdom where seven handsome, irresistible princes will teach you all you need to know about becoming the next ruler.

✨The Blue Eyes Series | BTS X Reader | Author : TaeTae_lyfe | 4 Books | Ongoing

# BOOK 1 The Four Kingdoms |

There's a fire in her. If loved correctly, she will warm your entire home. If abused, she will burn it to ash.

# BOOK 2 Pyramids |

She didn't need a crown, because she wasn't a queen.... She was a goddess.

# BOOK 3 Dynasty |

You can say she's crazy, but her eyes see the spirits of the past.... She talks to them.... And they talk back.

# BOOK 4 Mist |

You watch her walk away and it hits you that she is an entire ocean And you were wrong, so very wrong Because you let her go Thinking she was just a girl

✨Gods of the Sea | BTS!Vocal Liner X Reader | Author : FireTiger8 | 87 Parts | Completed

"My name is Captain Jeon Jungkook. I'm here to kidnap you."

✨Badboy | BTS X Reader | OneShots | Author : shooknae | 8 Parts | Completed

7 boys, 7 chapters, 7 different stories

✨Oh My Gospel! | BTS X Reader | Author : mociminji | 88 Parts | Ongoing

In which you are a prude theology student and one day, your sneaky twin brother sent you a link to the livestream of an infamous camboy, Park Jimin.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Other Posts:

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (1)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(2)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(3)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(4)

ALL BTS MEMBERS WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(1)

[gabessquishytum]

I am foaming at the mouth about camboy!Hob SCREEEE

Also, Hob having some nsfw accounts where he, not only posts links to his streams, but bts pictures and thirst traps. I just imagine Dream stumbling upon a picture of Hob's hole being stretched by a massive fantasy dildo and just being gobsmacked by how turned on he is and proceeding to stalk Hob's accounts for more (and jack off to them, a lot). Anyways, just Hob being a complete slut on the internet (and loving the attention, secretly) and Dream being unhinged for him and his content.

(Also, the collab potential in between the two of them is SO GOOD)

- ❄️

I'm so obsessed with camboy/internet slut Hob I want to write 10,000 words about him. I just. I want that man to be an attention whore posting naked pics online. I want him to get turned on by the act of taking pictures and knowing that people are getting off to it. I'm so intense about this au dbdnebeb.

The best part is that nobody knows. Hob is living the full Hannah Montana experience. At uni during the day he's a normal, happy, charming guy who likes football and brings brownies to class if he's been baking. He dresses like every other guy his age and he unironically enjoys Eastenders. And in his flatshare with Dream he's a great housemate. Sometimes he leaves dirty dishes in the sink but he puts the bins out every week and drags Dream out of the house when he's moody.

When he gets time alone at night, though? He's streaming live content, or taking photos, or filming videos. Sometimes he's chatting one on one to a specially interested viewer. Sometimes he spends a more relaxing evening scrolling through all the social pages he has, and seeing the reactions to his recent content.

Like other boys of his age, Hob also happens to be a group chat where the guys occasionally share porn. It's nothing super weird, just the occasional link or gif here or there. Hob ignores the stuff for the most part until one of his buddies from football drops a gif of him. Face down, arse up - he's wearing a pink pleated skirt and it's doing absolutely nothing to cover his hole. There are a few messages from the other guys - don't swing that way but i would 👀

Hob has to strip down and take himself in hand there and then. They don't know that it's him, but his mates are probably going to think about him when they rub one out tonight and that is just too much to cope with without at least one orgasm.

The thing is. Dream happens to be in the group chat too.

Hob added him at the beginning of the year and he's never interacted with the other guys but he's never bothered to leave, either. Maybe his lurking is weird but no one has ever called him out on it. And so he sees the gif too, and he clicks on it (because in all fairness, its very much his kind of vibe).

It's then that he realises. The background of the video is Hob’s bedroom. In their shared flat. Which means that the tawny haired figure arching his back and showing off his gaping hole... is Hob.

There's a username at the bottom corner of the gif. Dream knows that he shouldn’t look it up, but it's got past that point already. He's hard and aching in his briefs and his brain has blanked out all other stimulus. He needs to see more.

He sees a lot more of Hob than he ever thought he would, that night. And God help him, he still needs to see more.

[jenrecs]

⊹ hello loves! it’s a new month, and a new reading list! below are all my favorite reads from December 2022. some of these do contain mature content, so minors dni.

⊹ check out these awesome fics and give the authors some love by reblogging and/or leaving feedback for them! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

recs navigation | monthly reading lists

⌜ OT7 ⌟

✦ how bts would miss you by @indgio

↳ headcanon, fluff

✦ new year’s eve kisses by @taetaespeaches​

↳ headcanon, fluff

⌜ SEOKJIN ⌟

✦ xoxo by @muniimyg​

↳ best friends to lovers, fluff

the one where oc wins.

✦ flower boy by @yslkook​

↳ established relationship, smut

you’re seokjin’s favorite flower.

✦ eat jin! by @kimnjss​

↳ established relationship, smut

jin comes home after a long day of entertaining, paired with some teasing from you… and he knows exactly how he wants to spend the rest of his night.

✦ guided by @lavienjin​

↳ barista au, camboy au, smut

it turns out that the barista you’ve had a crush on has a second job behind the lens of a camera.

✦ the one where jin is drunk off his face and you get friend-zoned by @indgio​

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff

you’ve been dating kim seokjin for 2 and a half years now, and it takes him all of a few drinks to forget that.

✦ driving home for christmas by @army-author​

↳ fluff

jin’s stuck in traffic, and you’re stuck waiting.

✦ all these books (but i’m only checking you out) by @eleventoes​

↳ college au, fluff

⌜ YOONGI ⌟

✦ deja vu by @yoongiphoria​

↳ exes au, angst

even though you’re gone, he still sees you everywhere.

✦ all that holly, jolly sh*t by @daechwitatamic​

↳ exes to lovers, christmas au, fluff, angst, smut

you haven’t seen or heard from yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. when a christmas eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. and if they’re not… where does that leave you?

⌜ NAMJOON ⌟

✦ details in the fabric by @jinned​

↳ angst

after your recent death, namjoon takes comfort in your old favorite sweater.

✦ hey, it’s me by @yoongiphoria​

↳ exes au, angst

✦ first date by @forpunishers​

↳ friends to lovers, fluff

⌜ JIMIN ⌟

✦ the great debate by @gukyi​

↳ friends to lovers, fluff, comedy

when a best friend debate turns into something more.

✦ pork belly by @yoongiphoria​

↳ fluff, angst

a conversation with your best friend from college, over drinks and pork belly.

✦ shelter, home by @yoongiphoria​

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff, angst

even at his lowest moments, jimin is your home, and you’re his shelter.

✦ together, we’re screwed by @yeojaa​

↳ idol au, fluff

⌜ TAEHYUNG ⌟

✦ fireworks by @indgio​

↳ best friends to lovers, college au, fluff

“this reminded me of you.”

⌜ JUNGKOOK ⌟

✦ just wanna feel you by @strawbkoo​

↳ established relationship, smut

you haven’t seen jeongguk for a while due to your conflicting schedules. you finally have free time and when he comes to pick you up, you find yourselves releasing all that pent-up tension.

✦ wounded by @artaefact​

↳ agent au, angst

when all he can think about is you.

✦ all i want for cockmas by @junqkook​

↳ santa au, fluff, smut, crack

you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.

✦ ruin you by @bts-bay-bee​

↳ best friends to lovers, smut

best friend!jk teaches you the basics of sex, and essentially ruins you for anyone else.

✦ brain dead by @bts-bay-bee​

↳ established relationship, smut

bf!jungkook somehow fucks, not only you, but himself brain dead.

✦ after the game by @bts-bay-bee​

↳ established relationship, smut

✦ in the studio by @bts-bay-bee​

↳ established relationship, idol au, smut

bf!jungkook gets a little too high-strung during a random make out session.

✦ warming up by @mimikookie​

↳ friends to lovers, smut

despite the falling snow, you and jungkook decide to soak in the hot tub outside and enjoy each other’s company.

✦ film me by @7deadlysinsfics​

↳ established relationship, smut

✦ ‘call me when you get home’ by @mercurygguk​

↳ established relationship, fluff

[hisunshiine]

—daydreaming | kth

→ posted: nov 19 2022 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2???, camboy!au, fluff-ish, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 2,585 → warnings: taehyung is too hot, mentions of his insta picture his rude ass posted that has us all feral, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, explicit smut in the form of: exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys for masturbation, use of pet names, praise, reader is more of a sub type, but not full blown submissive. → credits to my beta readers: @whippedbywonho1 on twt, @downbad4yoongi​, and  @peachiilovesot7​. thank you so much for your feedback and for helping me come up with this story this morning! just talking about taehyung and his ig posts caused this, and i love that for us. hahah.  → summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.  → an: blame the ig post that tae posted for this one. i literally had to write this asap so as soon as i had my laptop, i typed non stop and then had it beta read and then created the images and now.. a late night drop for y’all. enjoy!!

part 2 | series masterlist

The notification spreads across the top of your phone screen alerting you to a new message from KTH saying he would be going live within the hour as a surprise for his most loyal followers. Sitting at your favorite coffee shop near your workplace, you hastily close your laptop and pack up your things so that you can get home before he starts. 

You aren't working too far from home, only a short bus ride if the traffic is okay. You impatiently drum your fingers on your laptop case as you read the full notice he sent about his impromptu live from your bus seat. The city passes by quickly, and after a brisk walk from your bus stop, you finally enter your apartment, kicking the door shut behind you before shucking off your shoes and locking the door. 

Your laptop unceremoniously is deposited on the top of your bed as you plug in the various cords for your electronics and check the status of the ones you unplugged to make space. Another ping from your phone causes you to dive for it, seeing the seven minute warning from KTH for when his livestream will start, accompanied by  something new as well—a special code.

Shedding your clothing down to just the comfortable bits, you lay on your stomach, opening the laptop and signing into your lock screen before pulling up his site and typing in your code. A screen you’ve never seen before pops up asking you to complete a profile for KTH’s page, like uploading a profile picture and entering your address. 

You read more about the reasoning behind it because you’re a little hesitant to provide that level of intimate information; this session will be a little different because he’s testing a new beta feature with select fans from the platform that allows him to click on the profiles and learn about his subscribers and see the individual comments they’ve left for him. KTH wants to feel closer to his loyal subscribers—his fans know what he looks like and some stuff about him, but he has no idea about the people who leave him nice messages and send him gifts.

He has a countdown timer set for when he will start, and you decide to fill out the profile while awaiting his appearance before you. He’s usually good about following his streaming schedule, with various set times he goes live so that followers all around the globe can tune in…when it’s appropriate for them.

The sound of him connecting through the airwaves sends a shiver down your spine, and you use your feet to kick your blanket over your legs so you can grab it and get a bit comfier without having to turn away. He appears on the screen, golden skin and floppy, permed hair in all his glory. A close up on his upper half, with only a white tee pulled across his broad shoulders, his chest visible. 

He’s so handsome. A smile breaks out across his face as he reads through the list of subscribers who are already on, and you can’t help the way your chest tightens as you see his lips move as he quietly mouths your username. KTH’s Baby Girl. He smirks, looking back at the camera as he leans back as if to settle himself better into his computer chair. 

“Everyone, hi.”

His voice is a low timbre, sweet and full like molasses. You drink him in, the low lighting of the room he’s in adding to the ambience of his stream.

“I know this was unplanned, and I wanted to talk to you about the notice, and why only my most loyal subscribers might have been sent a notification. Today is a special day. I’ve hit a level of  interaction that allows me to become a verified account and it’s all thanks to the loyal fans—” he leans into the camera, and it feels as if he is staring into your soul when he finishes his sentence, “—it’s all thanks to you.”

You lick your lips, eyes dropping to the collar of his shirt that’s shifted to show the delicate bone structure of his décolletage, wishing you could imprint burgundy traces of yourself onto him.

“So this intimate session is with only a few of you, and one of you will be lucky enough to win a one-on-one session with me after this. The rules are simple, you’ll drop in the chat your fantasy, something you’ve always wanted to experience or do, no matter how wild, and I’m going to choose the one I want to do the most.” KTH winks at the camera before lightening the sexual tension with a chuckle. 

“I can see a few of you have set up your profiles, on my end, I can see the squares of everyone who uploaded a picture and damn…this definitely will help me today.” He pauses staring at his screen and a small delusional part of you hopes he’s talking about your picture—a risque one you took for a guy you used to talk to—but you’re sure others have uploaded images of sexual positions or their breasts and—

“I’ll give you all a few minutes to send me your wildest dreams and finish your profiles if you want, and I’ll finish getting set up for today’s fun. Start your submissions with ‘If I had my way with KTH…’ so I know it’s your official entry.”

Sighing, you move your cursor to minimize the fullscreen and bring up the chat, cursor blinking in the empty box as KTH disappears from the screen and sensual R&B music begins to play. 

You can’t think of anything to write, your mind blank as all thoughts are on KTH. You aren’t usually a negative thinker, but knowing that he’s going to pick the one that he likes the most adds a challenge to winning that makes you doubt your chances. You don’t know enough about him to know what he’s interested in to make him choose you. 

Just focus on what you want, girl!, you say to yourself, shaking your head as you clear your mind to really think about what your fantasy is with KTH. You know that your ultimate fantasy includes no screens, just in-person intimacy with him, but what you really want to do is please him. You begin to type, following his directions to share with him what you want most before hitting send and then reading through some of the other messages on the screen.

[start of image words]

KTH: Start your submissions with ‘If I had my way with KTH…’ so I know it’s your official entry.

69KTH: If I had my way with KTH, I would want to watch him edge himself over and over until we ran out of time, him never cumming during our time.

KTHisDaddy: If I had my way with KTH, I want to see him jerk it with the camera from behind and under, with his ass to the camera, a buttplug filling him up and his hand or a toy stroking his fat cock.

KTH’s Baby Girl: If I had my way with KTH, I would want him to show me how to please him, show me what I need to do so that I can be his good girl. Whatever he wants from me, I would follow his lead, because his pleasure, him being proud of me, would make me feel good. I want soft music, candles, and KTH however he wants me. 

CumDump4KTH: If I had my way with KTH, I want to watch him cum into a cup and then slowly pour his spunk back onto his sensitive dick and then jerk himself with it until he cums again.

KTHfuckme: If I had my way with KTH, I want him to use as many toys as possible and be loud as he talks about how they all feel, saying my name as he moans and cums all over his cock.

[end image words]

“Thank you for being patient.”

KTH appears back on the screen, but this time, your breath stops. The music is lowered and the camera is held above him in his own hand, an angle that he rarely uses. In fact, you can’t remember ever seeing him go full body, the lights dark with him appearing in shadows. He’s shirtless, the shape of his silhouette leaving your body yearning. 

He lowers the camera, laughing playfully with a deep sound as he teases the camera, leaning closer and licking his lips, smirking, and making eye contact while he reattaches it to his tripod. He knows he’s deadly and he doesn’t care. You’re glad.

“I took my device with me so I could read the messages as you wrote them. They were hot. You all are so creative. Even if you aren’t chosen for the one-on-one, you still may end up seeing your fantasy brought to life on a live.”

You smile, hoping that means he likes the idea you shared for setting the mood. You didn’t have to have him all to yourself. When you watch him in fullscreen with the chat hidden, it feels like it’s just the two of you anyways.

“I know some of you might not be able to stay since this wasn’t planned, but I’ll send you a message if you win once this session is over. Now…let’s begin.”

KTH always makes it good for his viewers. He always has a theme or a story for his lives, often dressing up to get in character. Today he has a little story about being a lovestruck boyfriend to his viewers, and he’s away on a business trip missing you. He sets the scene as if he’s in the hotel room, facetiming you before bed. 

It starts out cute, with him talking about his day and how much he loves and misses you, before he turns it sensual, sharing exactly what he misses most. He’s already stroking himself, a wide view of him seated on the bed, shirtless with pajama pants pulled to his ankles. 

You’ve already joined him as well, your dual action toy lodged deep within you on low vibration, the clit suction on one out of ten as you tease yourself, warming up to help time your orgasm with his. You roll your hips, movements pushing the tip inside you into your g-spot with each rock against the mattress.

“I think what I miss most,” he pants, cock held firm in his grip, “is watching the way all of your holes swallow me up, as if you can’t—fuck, baby—as if you can’t get enough of me.” KTH’s hand spreads the mix of lube and precum along his shaft in quick motions as he lets out a low growl. He’s good about keeping it gender neutral for his fans, though he slips up a few times and will use a gender when he gets lost in the feeling. Reaching next to him, he grasps the clear, silicone toy that’s shaped like a donut, and slowly slides it onto his hard member. 

Lowering his back to the mattress, he uses his legs as leverage to fuck up into the toy held in his hand, his other hand using a small remote to control the zoom on his device. It brings you closer to his throbbing dick and you up the speeds on your toy, mouth drooling to take him into your warm hole as your body convulses a little at the speed change. 

You watch as he lifts one leg, placing his foot on the mattress to make sharp, forceful thrusts, and he’s getting sloppy, whole body moving in euphoria. Your eyes roll back as he moans out, “Good girl.”

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl, fuck, I want you so badly.”

You can’t help but talk back to him despite knowing he can’t hear, and soon all you can hear are the groans that you’ve learned are his tells. He’s about to cum.

“Fuck, KTH, cum for me, please…”

“I’m gonna cum, fill you up like the good girl you are for taking all of me—”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” your fingers press the buttons and your muscles tighten as your lower tummy pulls and twists as your climax builds and then—

“Give me your orgasm, baby, I can’t cum until you cum,” and you scream out his name, or his online pseud, and it’s as if he knows, because he’s releasing, hot spurts leaking out around his fingers as he slows his strokes to ride out his high, murmuring praises as his form of aftercare to all of his subscribers through the internet. 

You fight to get your fingers to listen to you so you can turn off your toy, the overstimulation causing tears to form as you try to take as much as possible until he stops his motions as well—anything to make it seem like it’s real, like he’s really yours, and this is just you and him.

He slides the toy off of himself at the same time you switch yours off, and you sigh in satisfaction as he sits up and adjusts the camera so you can see his face better.

“You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

His voice wraps around you like a safety blanket, warm and so full of adoration, you almost believe he’s yours.

He leaves the screen momentarily and you can hear the rustling of cloth and the sink running. When he returns a few moments later, his pajama pants are back on his hips, though lower than before and he seats himself back in the computer chair.

“I hope you all had fun today with me, and keep a lookout for a private message from me announcing the winner. Wherever you are in the world, I hope the rest of your day is amazing, whether it's to start your day, sleep, or go to lunch.”

He gives a little wave before blowing the most unserious kiss at the camera, and the black screen saying ‘This live has ended’ appears.

Rolling over in your bed, you stretch your arms back as you groan, muscles still tense and coiled from how good the orgasm felt. Reaching down, you carefully detach yourself and get up to take care of cleaning up the mess KTH made you make. 

While in the bathroom, you hear your phone ping, and you rush to get to it. Swiping down to read the whole message, your face falls, false hope crushed as you shake your head at yourself.

‘Thank you for being a loyal fan. I had a lot of fun today. While everyone’s ideas were great, I can only choose one winner.’

Dropping your phone back to your bed, you curse yourself for thinking he would actually choose you and your fantasy as his favorite. Especially when some of the other’s were so much more detailed and hot. 

You’ve just taken two steps away to finish up what you were doing when your phone goes off again.

[start image words]

KTH: Hey MY Baby Girl ;) I wanted to tell you that you’re the winner of the session today. Your idea really had me thinking and I’m excited to test another new beta feature...Let me know when you’re free for the one-on-one session. 

KTH’s Baby Girl: I...thank you so much! I’m free most anytime that you want to do this, I’m so excited. There’s another new beta feature?

KTH: Yes, this one takes it a step further, so not only will you be able to see me, but I’ll be able to see you, too.

[end image words]

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please let me know what you think, especially if this should be continued...

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[mightbekelly]

Personal Playlist - A SOPE Camboy AU

Title: Personal Playlist

Rating: Mature

Words Count: 5k

Ship: SOPE

SNIPPET

Yoongi pushes his seat back from the mix board and stretches, groaning as his muscles protest at their lack of activity while he’s been busy in his studio. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, and the lack of windows makes it seem like time is an imaginary concept while he’s at work. It moves faster than outside the studio while seeming to stand still until observed.

He picks up his phone and reads the digital clock: 3:24 AM. A frown tugs at the corners of his lips. Namjoon should be coming in soon to start his day and Yoongi is likely to get an earful for not going home.

The two rappers have been using the same studio to make their music, loading it onto the internet and gaining a small underground following over the years as RM and Agust D. They’ve even worked together.

Thinking of Namjoon, Yoongi sees he does have a text message from the other rapper.

[Joonie] [11:29 PM] Hyung, are you coming home soon? I hope you didn’t forget to eat.

Yoongi’s eyes glance over his workspace. There are five open drink containers of water, coffee, and the ill-advised energy drink. No food in sight, so he’s pretty sure he forgot. He can get something on the way home he thinks to himself as he starts gathering up the mix of cans and bottles.

Before he can finish cleaning up and saving his work, he hears the alert of a new text message. Curious who is texting him at this absurd hour (hoping it’s not Namjoon scolding him), he picks up the phone once more. It’s from Jungkook, Namjoon’s boyfriend. The guy is a streamer prone to weird hours as well, so it makes sense. He’s sent a link.

[JK] [3:37 AM] Hyung! Hyung! I found your music online. Check this out! {LINK}

Yoongi feels his eyebrows come together in a scowl. His music online and it’s not the streaming service he uses? Is it pirated from him? Is it someone using it to promote their own creative endeavors? He hates having to send nasty emails to make people take his music down off of their sites.

He doesn’t think twice before clicking on the URL and a page with a video pops up. Maybe it’s because he’s so tired, but it takes him too long to process what he’s watching. His music is definitely playing over the video.

In the center of the screen is a naked man and Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away. The man’s thighs are spread wide for the camera, long lean legs bracketing a hard drooling cock being stroked with the beat of the song. His chest is flushed a deep red color as he pants, his torso narrow and fit.

“Fuck, yes,” comes a breathy voice. The frame cuts off the man’s head, but his moans are so pretty as a backing track.

If his blood wasn’t rushing south, Yoongi maybe should be shocked that Jungkook sent him porn.

The song crescendos and the man’s movements become much more jerky, losing the beat of the song. The man’s hand not stroking him travels further down to cup and tug at his balls, his fingers pretty and long. Just as Yoongi’s rap comes hardest, the man thrusts up into the tight circle of his fingers and cums with a long, loud groan. White drips down, coating his fingers adding to the slick sound of skin on skin as the song ends. Shortly thereafter, so does the video.

Yoongi is left staring at the screen. The title of the video: J-Hope Cumming to Agust D’s Tongue Technology Part 8.

Part 8? There are seven other parts?

Yoongi swallows, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants where they’ve become a bit more constricted. He thumbs back over to the text message with Jungkook.

[Yoon] [3:44 AM] What the fuck, JK? Is that porn?

That’s a stupid question. His cock pressing against the seam of his jeans tells Yoongi that yes, that was porn.

[JK] [3:45 AM] Yeah. This J-Hope guy only ever jacks off to your songs. {LINK}

[cookiesuga55]

Cookie Jar 🍪

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Masterlist of bite-sized prompts, ships, and fics to devour

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Full Feasts: Fics on AO3

Winter Gains (Hybrid AU, Winter Weight, Bun Koo, Tiger Tae)

The Darkness I Love (Vampire Koo, Shadow Demon Joon)

Love You Can Handle (College AU, Online Relationship, Taekook)

The Gingerbread House (Hansel and Gretel AU, hybrids, dark w/g)

Stuffed Full of Love (Camboy/Mukbang AU, Namkook)

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Doughy Delights: Longer scenes to enjoy

Home Cooking, parts 1 and 2 (Namkook)

A Helping Hand: Seokjin's Feedism Cookbook (Seokjin)

Full of Life (Minimoni)

Under the Harvest Moon (Namkook)

A Seed of Doubt (Namkook)

Hunk Himbo x Slutty Kitty (Jikook)

Weighting for Love (Namkook)

Weight of the World (Jikook)

Royal Pet (Namkook)

Holiday Fluff (Yoonkook)

Jungkook's Guide to Surviving as a Single Omega (Namkook)

Hot Tub(by) (Jikook)

Primping for a Night Out (Jikook)

A Day All to Myself (Koo)

Chemistry Class (Namjin)

Weight Gain Denial pt. 1 (Koo)

Weight Gain Denial pt. 2 (Jikook)

Soft Feeder Yoongi (Yoonkook)

"You're Looking Well-Fed" (Taekook)

Breeding Bloat: ABO (Taekook)

Sugar Daddy Jin: Ask (Jinkook)

Sweeter than Sweet pt. 1 (Namkook)

Sweeter than Sweet pt. 2 (Namkook)

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Snack Packs: Imagines and AUs

Porking Up (Namkook)

A Few Years and a Few Hundred Pounds (Namjin)

Home-cooking pt. 1 (Namkook)

Weight of Love (Taekook)

Breeding Bloat: ABO (Namkook)

Drinks on Me (Jikook)

Good Things Take Time (Jikook)

Subscription Gainer (Koo)

Muscle Chub (Koo)

Try it on for Size (Jinkook)

Body Worship (Jikook)

Buffet Dates (Vmin)

More to Love (Minimoni)

Stuffed to Perfection (Joonie)

Greek Gods (Jikook)

People Say They Look Like Their Pets (Koo and Bahmi)

3-way: Namjinkook

Muscle (Koo) Chub (Joon)

Taekook Thread (ft. bulletproofscales)

BubbleBlob (Taekook)

Bulking Gone Right (Koo)

Meetcute (Taekook)

Science Nerd x Jock (Jikook)

Gaming Gains (Koo)

Weight Training (Jikook)

Royal Prince Jungkook

Open Mindset (Taekook)

Freshman 15? ...50? (Koo)

College Chub (Koo)

Courting Season (Jikook)

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Cookie Crumbs: Small Prompts

Autumn Chub (Jinkook)

Cream Before Bed (Koo)

Room to Grow (Namkook)

Tummy Love (WolfJoon)

Confident Chub (Jikook)

Hybrid Winter Gain (Koo)

Self Love (Koo)

Chubby Vampires (Taekook)

Self-Realization (Namkook)

Muffin Thread (ft. Huev0)

Xoxo, Sugar Cookie

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summer recap/favourite fics/fic recommendations for the first half of 2024!

Pretty flushed by @holybibly

♡ 2 parts, wolf!hwa x rabbit!reader x wolf!joong, a/b/o, smut smut smut, a little dark

Industry baby by @kitten4sannie

♡ mingi x reader x joong, rock band au, cuckold play, bf!mingi and bandmate!joong

Arriba! + Freak! by @teeskzagain

♡ f!reader x joong, yunho, san, woo and mingi, college au, a lot of smut, sex under the influence, ateez are absolute pervs, "the boardgame made us do it"

7 minutes of compensation by @k-hotchoisan

♡ hwa x f!reader x yunho, frat!teez, threesome

in the wings by @sanjoongie

♡ rapppers hwa and joong x f!reader, backstage pass, smut, double penetration, groupie au

Case: It's you by @potatomountain

♡ ot8 x f!reader, e2l, police au, workplace romance, investigative and horny ;)

Inception by @remedyx

♡ a repeat from the last list, but it's sooo good, go check it out!!

The happiest girl in the world by @holybibly

♡ camboy!hwa x f!reader, private call, smut, streamer x fan au

February filth fest 2024 day 13: Uniform by @sanjoongie

♡ new captain!hwa x former captain!reader, mutiny au, scifi, mean dom hwa, humiliation and degradation

February filth fest 2024 day 21: aphrodisiacs/overstim by @sanjoongie

♡ alien!joong x human!reader, alien poison as an aphrodisiac, oviposition

Ugh, as if by @ennysbookstore + Ugh, as if - bonus

♡ punk!joong x f!reader, joong works with leather, cute and hot, joong helps reader overcome insomnia with some good old-fashioned orgasms

Look after you by @mingigoo

♡ musician!joong x nurse!reader, a little angsty, but with a sweet ending, smut

Plug & Play by @bangtanintotheroom

♡ guitarist!joong x f!reader, rock band au, s2l, backstage sex, reader is horny and hongjoong is hot

this ask by @nateezfics

♡ sex with angry joong, bratty reader

Honey and blood by @nateezfics

♡ vampire!joong x maid!reader, dark but sweet, smut with feels

10:11 : féconder by @yeosgoa

♡ assistant!joong x witch!reader, academia au, accidental aphrodisiacs, desperate joong under the influence of a sex potion

cross my heart by @doitforbangchan

♡ brother's best friend!joong x f!reader, dark, yandere joong, he's very manipulative, dubcon/noncon, sex under the influence

February filth fest 2024 day 4: public sex by @sanjoongie

♡ cowboy!san x wise woman!reader, wild west au, san is injured, san is head over heels for reader, save a horse ride a cowboy ;)

no hesitation by @daemour

♡ fratboy!san x f!reader, bff2l, college party au, misunderstandings, fools in love, smut

February filth fest 2024 day 23: breeding kink by @sanjoongie

♡ kitty hybrid!woo x f!reader, rut sex, cumplay, bratty woo

deliver us from evil by @holybibly

♡ priest!woo (or is he???) x f!reader, hierophilia, sacrilege, church sex, very dark, rough sex and humiliation

IT's You by @shinestarhwaa

♡ debate team au, college au, e2l, mean woo, rough sex

Right here by @0097linersb

♡ bff!woo x f!reader, pervy woo who wants to fuck his bff, very sexually frustrated reader

My library | BTS fic recs

[patheticbabie]

❤️ - smut 💔 - angst 💕- fluff

♡ jason todd ♡

nsfw headcanons (❤️)

heart shaped box (💕)

we'll get through it (❤️💔💕)

headcanons (💕)

risky - best friend's older brother au (❤️)

dilf jason series (a collection of drabbles) (❤️) - 1

don't make me cover your mouth (❤️)

camboy!jason todd (❤️) - 1 - 2 - 3

♡ dick grayson ♡

the feels (❤️)

kindergarten teacher!dick grayson au (💕)

boss!dick grayson (❤️)

♡ tim drake ♡

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Thanks For The Sub | ksj (Teaser)

Pairing: Camboy!Seokjin x Gamer!Reader (afab)

Rating: 18+

Teaser length: 2378

Chapter One length: 11-14k

Release date: Fri. January 19, 2024.

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, camboy au, gamer au, comedy, crack, slow burn (?), coworkers/boss/friends to lovers, an exploration of adults in their late 20s/early 30s

Summary: After a clip of you sucking at video games goes viral, you've become somewhat famous, with thousands of subscribers now tuning in each week to see you play. Overnight, you've gone from a sexually frustrated grad student who reads smut in her room to a gamer girl (or rather, a not-gamer girl). This would have been the perfect job, except it was never the job you wanted. Desperate for money to pay for grad school, you bounce between your new gig and working at a local restaurant to pay the bills, where your hot coworker-now-boss Seokjin plays many of the lead roles in your sexual fantasies.

Seokjin, two years post losing his fiancé and job within the same day, is tired of the rut he's dug himself into and wants to start over. Now 30 years old, he's stuck managing his family's restaurant where he harbors an insanely inappropriate crush on you on top of carrying one hell of a secret: Seokjin is also known as Jin, a successful gay-for-pay camboy on the streaming site Worldwide Handsome.

When the stress of the upcoming semester and the pressure to stream becomes more than you can handle, you seek out some much-needed stress relief online, only to discover a man who looks a little too much like your boss is staring right back at you.

Warnings for Chapter One: Swearing, cheating (not between main characters), big age gap between lesser characters that can be uncomfy, sex work, gay sex work when the worker is actually not gay (but everyone is chill about it), feelings of shame and guilt, feelings of failure/depression, the existential crisis of your late-20s/30s that we all seem to go through, off-handed references to kpop culture including fanfics because I'm a clown and need to call us out sometimes, silly literary tropes, references to pregnancy, boss-employee power dynamics, allusions to queer BTS members or relationships, cameos of au Seventeen Members (Wonwoo and y/n are besties). NSFW sex stuff: big dick Seokjin (of course), f/m masturbation, dirty talk, sex toys, kink exploration, uh a lot cum (sorry), I mention the omegaverse as a joke, a sparkly pink dildo, seokjin has a massive collection of toys and he intends to use them, seokjin and reader are constantly horny, reader is kind of inexperienced, implied exhibitionism, implied voyeurism, implied public sex.

a/n: hello! i haven't written fanfic in years! I've been wanting to get back into it for a long time but I also work full time and am working on a poetry manuscript so this never manifested! This fic is inspired by a combination of fics from the lovely writing community on here, with a lot of inspiration coming from "tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love)" by minilouvre on ao3. I feel like the camboy/person trope is so fun to explore and I wanted to try my own take on it with our Seokjin, who doesn't seem to get as many fics written about him but absolutely deserves it. I also wanted to create space for a fic that explores the weird transition of late 20s-30s that both BTS and I (and maybe many of you) have experienced in the last few years. I hope you enjoy!

xo - h

The alarm on your phone chimes, pulling you from the book in your lap. You’d been reading all afternoon, the sun now taking its final bow before plunging the world into darkness. Soon you’ll have to turn the lights on, then it will be time for work. On your only day off. 

You groan, stretching your neck as you allow yourself to come back to reality. 

To some, it would be hard to call your job “work”. Many people dream of being professional game streamers. Who wouldn’t want to be paid to sit online, play games, and talk to people? 

You don’t. That’s the problem. 

Your ascent into gaming stardom was a fluke. About 9 months ago, you were in between semesters for your grad program and looking for ways to unwind. Your oldest friend, Wonwoo, was a pretty successful streamer who often hosted game nights to play with his viewers and friends. 

You frequently watched his streams, letting his soft voice be the perfect background noise as you studied and formulated the next lesson plan or behavioral assessment. You’d known Wonwoo for what felt like forever at this point, being his first subscriber, first moderator, and first kiss (not in that order). But your middle school kiss outside of the convenience store never led to anything more than that, as desperately as you’d wanted it to. 

Once he moved across the country, you let your crush die with the distance. The years turned faster and your twenties were spinning by with the revolving door of lovers you’d watch him pine over, cry over, and in one case, almost marry. Streaming then became one of your main forms of connection, and your role as his moderator tied some part of you to him out of loyalty. To imagine him as anything other than a friend now feels ridiculous. 

But that loyalty you have is also to a fault. When Wonwoo’s usual streaming friends bailed one night during a tournament, you subbed in…for a game you didn’t even know how to play. 

And to make matters worse, this was a game that required talking to each other on-stream, which meant you not only sucked major ass at this game, but Wonwoo’s 700 viewers that day were also subjected to your constant frustrated squeaks, swears, and embarrassed maws as you tried to key-smash your way to victory but ended up throwing the entire team’s game with your incompetence. 

Wonwoo wasn’t mad, though many others were. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed, and his streams operated with very few rules: no hate, no spam, and we are in this to have fun. And he did have fun. By the time the first round was over, he and most of the chat were losing it over your commentary. 

As he wiped tears from eyes and took in a breath, he read his comments. “‘Damn, I never heard a chick threaten someone with a plunger like that before’. Yeah, I’ll give it to you, Y/N, you got really creative with your insults in that. Hey, PartyShitty thanks for the sub! ‘I can’t BREATHE’, yeah I’m still trying to get it together. W00000000000000000ziiiiii–damn that’s a lot of zeros in that username–thanks for the 5000 points! ‘Is she hot’ uh, I mean, I don’t— 

“Oh shit, LetsGetIt15, thank you for gifting twenty subs! ‘Please, Y/N, start your own channel. I’ll be the first subscriber.’ Actually, no, I’ll be. But really, that's not a bad idea.”

Wonwoo navigated the rest of his stream with ease that night, but after it was over, he called you to try to convince you to start your own channel. 

“It could help with school at least! Or you could get that special edition of that one book you like with the dragons or the blue alien porn stars or whatever it is.”

“They’re neither of those things, they’re actually–”

“Whatever they are! The book that has people fucking nonstop and some plot. You know, the special edition cover that you keep talking about in your close friend story that you won’t buy?” Wonwoo said. “The point is, if you start streaming you could finally buy it and then stop talking about it and I won’t need to see sections about how hot you think their alien or fairytale or demon whatever cocks are.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his exasperation. “That won’t stop with me getting that book, just so you know. And if it bothers you so much, I can take you out of the close friend story. I didn’t even know you looked at my stories that much.” You didn’t know he still used Instagram at all actually. He very rarely posted. He mostly lived on his Discord channel talking about games with his subscribers or other friends.

Regardless, it was nice to know that he was trying to be aware of your interests, even if it was incredibly embarrassing. Although the copious amount of smut you read wasn’t something you always wanted to broadcast to the public, you’d still made some friends from online book communities over the last few years and enjoyed keeping them in the loop of your reading list.

Also, Wonwoo had a point. Streaming could help paying some of your school expenses…or get you more books. You told him you’d think about it, and while you weren’t completely in love with the idea of streaming, it did provide you with some steady income until you landed your job at the restaurant.  

After that conversation, you haven’t discussed smut or cocks since, and you’re honestly relieved, not because Wonwoo is hard to talk to about things, but because you are. Which is why streaming always feels a little uncomfortable and your position ironic, because you can barely have conversations successfully unless you really know the person to ramble about your interests to, or you can occasionally eke by with small talk. 

But streaming requires the spotlight being on you in some way at all times. It’s your face that is fixed to the corner of the screen, monitoring your every reaction. It’s your voice that echoes into the mic and responds to your chat. Sure, you have mods and some streamers don’t interact with their chat at all, but you don’t want to be like that. You’ve been on the other side before, and know that most people are just lonely and looking for connection. . 

From the moment you decided to do this, you were aware that because you were now a “gamer girl” you would be subjected to the three extremes of the comment section: chronic oversharers who tell strangers all their personal baggage perhaps in the hope that you will assume some role of therapist to them, people coming to insult your gaming (which is the point so that can’t impact you) or physical appearance, or sexually explicit comments. 

Over the months, you’ve seen many things flitting by on the screen, deleted in haste by your trusty mod squad, but it doesn’t stop the fact that you still see them. 

Those things you can handle. They are impersonal and a direct copy-paste of the same thing.

But when people compliment you? That makes you want to bury yourself under your covers and never come out. Because the compliments are always personal and touching a part of you that is authentic.

The people in your chat want to know you. They want to know what kind of music you like, your favorite foods and books. They ask if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner, compliment your hair or the shirt you’re wearing or your gaming setup. It feels intimate. Almost like you could find these people and touch them and let them know you. 

But they can’t. Because the only thing that drew them to you, the part where you’re this funny, positive gamer chick who sucks at video games but is down for whatever, isn’t real. 

Spring Day Streams Y/N is a persona. You don’t stream because you’re her. You stream because you have to be her in order to survive.  

And now she’s taking up more time. Last month’s streams landed you Streamer of the Month, which thanks to the exposure, brought dozens of new subscribers and thousands of points, and that helped take care of some of your expenses for the new semester. Some. You’re still behind on your credit card bill. 

Also, more people means more expectations for streaming. So you’ve kicked up your streaming schedule from twice weekly to three times a week, with you occasionally hopping onto Wonwoo’s channel even if you aren’t streaming to mod. 

When you aren’t glued to your computer, you’re usually at the restaurant, in a cramped kitchen where you do the prep work, often alongside him, your sexy coworker-but-now-boss, Seokjin. 

The man you are quietly obsessed with. You can’t think about Kim Seokjin without thinking about all the positions you want him to fuck you in. 

Which is also why you’ve been devouring books lately. When you’re home, you throw all your energy into the escapism they provide, especially ones where you can get yourself off to whatever fantasy Seokjin effortlessly slips into. 

For every hot mob boss, corrupt CEO, longterm best friend, dragon-rider, fairy, demon, alien, ghost, or hockey playing love interest you can find, Seokjin is sure to fill the role. A hot merman looking for someone to help him grow legs and something else? Seokjin. A Grinch who inherits his family’s Christmas tree farm and discovers how much he loves to ho ho ho? Seokjin. A god who tears apart the underworld to find his lost lover, and then during the reunion fucks her on the throne of Satan while she wears the crown? All Seokjin. 

Unfortunately, his transition from co worker to boss has made your fantasies all the more dirty. 

It’s been incredibly difficult for you to handle the fact that any flirtation you two previously shared in the months before he was your boss can no longer continue. But it’s also incredibly hot.

Fantasies of him eating you out on the counter have been replaced with the fantasy of him shoving you in the back office and fucking you on the desk while wearing one of those perfect-fitting dress shirts he often parades around in. 

And when he rolls up the sleeves to help in the kitchen? Fuck, it’s humiliating how wet you get.

The entire thing is pathetic really. He’s just standing there half the time, lecturing everyone on proper kitchen hygiene and ensuring one of the cooks doesn’t use expired seasonings for his eomma’s secret sauce. 

And you’re standing next to him clenching your thighs together because when you’re this close, you can just make out the freshness of his cologne and feel the heat of his body close to yours. 

When someone fucks up, he has a tendency to take over, chopping with unmatched precision and self assurance, trying to keep his voice even and usually failing as everything builds in intensity until he’s accidentally speaking at a million miles an hour and lecturing until his face turns red. 

If someone were to pass by the shop, they’d probably mistake his shouting for anger, but you’ve come to understand Seokjin is just passionate about things. Usually when he comes down from his tangent, he’s embarrassed and apologizes, and not long after the entire staff is laughing along with him as he cracks a joke at himself for his inability to tone it down.

Which to you makes him even hotter. Seokjin is able to see his faults and work with them, not against them. He holds himself accountable. He’s nothing like the haughty men you’ve gone on brief dinners with after downloading dating apps for the hundredth time while you’re drunk. He’s actually funny, knowing the right way to use humor and tell jokes, never at someone else’s expense, and definitely without being disgustingly crude. 

All those clowns you suffered through drinks with always made comments and digs at other women or referenced their cock like they were setting up some goofy scene from porn and you would find it hilarious and endearing. 

Seokjin isn’t like that at all. He probably refers to his dick as a penis and would blush to high heavens if he knew how horny you are for him. He’s unwound you, and he has no clue. Maybe if it hadn’t been literal years since you’ve last had sex you could tone it down. 

With working all the time and going to school, it’s already been hard to even go on singular dates here and there. And since the prospects were frankly awful, sex is just something that has had to go onto the back burner for a bit, but you seemed to scorch the fucking pan by forgetting to turn the heat off and now you are burning and hungry. 

With a final sigh, you put the book down, annoyed that you didn’t have time to finish it today or at least get to a good part where you could insert yourself into the role of the palace servant and Seokjin as the Prince. Based on the reviews, there’s sure to be a hot sex scene coming up involving using a sword in a particular way that has piqued your curiosity. 

In a moment of depravity earlier, you’d snaked one hand down the front of your panties to rub a few damp fingers around your clit to take the edge off. 

You check the time on your phone, already aware that you don’t have time to cum before streaming. You already hit the snooze button twice. The spicy stuff will have to wait. 

Defeated, you stand up, turning on the lights in your apartment as the sun finally fades away and the dark creeps in. You eat a bowl of cereal while doing your makeup, what little of it you want to put on. Finally, you fire up your PC, trying to ignore the irritation you’re already experiencing from being so high strung and unsatisfied.

The second this stream is over, you’re going to make sure you cum until you pass out. Until then, it’s time for work.

©2024 by jooniperbonsai

[fruttolosope]

[💌] — welcome to my account ♡

my name is dile and I like writing stuff.

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[♡] - my works;

« Stay »

sope | 🔞 | 18.5k

writer hs x pilot yg, travel au, hurt, comfort, soft, happy ending.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39775029

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/701295415811817472/stay-sope-185k-tags-strangers-to

« Drunken Blue Eclipse »

sope | 🔞 | 6.8k

canon, bathtub, angst, jealousy, soulmates.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43395951

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/702701100909871104/drunken-blue-eclipse-sope-68k-tags

« Five Hundred Four »

sope | 🔞 | 10.6k

christmas au, canon, sope first meeting, nye chicken date.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43787901

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/704507035841069056/five-hundred-four-sope-106k-tags

« Catgasm »

sope | 🔞 | ongoing

au, strangers to lovers, camboy yg x partner hs, angst, soft, smut.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44976859/chapters/113171461

« Forever »

sope | 🔞 | 11.8k

angel yg x demon hs, good omens au, friends to lovers, angst, soulmates.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51809563

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/759700813655457792/forever

« Sweet December »

sope | teen & up | 2k

christmas au, strangers to lovers, kindergarten teacher hs x pianist yg fluff, angst, domestic.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52260565

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/759701762922938368/sweet-december

« No Refund Allowed »

sope | 🔞 | 21.2k

strangers to lovers, valentine’s day, jihope, sopemin 3way, yg s3x shop manager, domestic.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54065185

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/759875871769296896/no-refund-allowed

« Pain Au Chocolat »

sope | 🔞 | 11.6k

canon, pwp-ish, sope in paris, post m!ltary, a little bit of angst, bts is back and everything is fine.

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57055273

📌: https://www.tumblr.com/fruttolosope/759876322075033600/pain-au-chocolat

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[♡] - AUs;

🍯 | sope kkul fm au;

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1644369448231370753?s=46

🌓 | sope princes of dark & light au;

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1674493223954251776?s=46

🌊 | sope phuket au;

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1677811723787542530?s=46

🌳 | sope college au;

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1776249447652938084?s=46

🍳 | sope one night stand au;

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1778321211249881397?s=46

🥇 | sope olympics au:

🔗: https://x.com/fruttolosope/status/1818594489004339620?s=46

[mficarchive]

• Yoonmin •

Twitter AU :

by artemis_twt / college AU/ friends to lovers

arranged marriage AU by mini

by artemis-twt / idol rivals/ strangers (?) to lovers

by artemis-twt / strangers to lovers / college AU

DIKI AU by artemis_twt

fake dating AU/idols

secretory park AU / kkyulmin

vampire AU by ella

reporter jm and cameraman yg / strangers to lovers

by kkyulmin / hmm idol Agust D and fan jiminie

gym dad AU by luna / oh god/ part one / part two

bad boys love pizza by luna/ strangers to lovers / shameless yoonmin

post break up yoonmin by luna

post break up yoonmin by luna 2

post break up yoonmin bt taeginotes

post break up yoonmin /bl drama

nsfw friends to lovers / ella / camboyjimin

i need him like water/ established yoonmin / taeaus

jimin AI human yg AU

pretty odd/ luna /a/b/o / roomates to lovers ?

crack exes to lovers /camboy yoongi

BDSM 1 / part 2 / your most fav fic to exist / friends to lovers to exes / incomplete/ couldnt give a damn tho

hiccup/ ummm friends to lovers / mpreg/ and a baby

asmr artist yoongi and jimin with handkink / by nessie

rock band AU/ roomates to lovers / they are so fucking cute i hate them

yoonmin and namseok AU /chaotic mess / by ella

one that got away yoonmin by luna

stripper yoonmin by luna

roommates yoonmin / yg is a fuckboi hehe

converse high yoonmin

exes to lovers yoonmin by luna

office agegap yoonmin

canon new year eve yoonmin

yoonmin hand-kink / ASMR / by nessie