BFF SKZ!Fake Texts - You accidentally send them a spicy photo❤️
Genre: Smut with some chunks of fluff
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Warnings: Felix is super sweet, Cursing, Seungmin goes straight into dom mode, Mentions of breaking traffic rules (I feel like ya'll know this but please be a safe driver. please)
Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?
Word count: 2.2k
You’d been meeting up with beomgyu a fair amount now, going to each other’s dorms or library to sort out the christmas performance. You’d finally chosen 5 songs to arrange and had already finished arranging 3 of them. You both would arrange a song each and then show it to the other for feedback and then work on it together.
It’s not that horrendous working with him surprisingly. And you’d thought he’d be an actual ass but he hasn’t. He was actually pretty quiet and not that talkative most of the time. It seems that even Beomgyu realises the opportunity to be the only two picked in the music department isn’t something to be taken lightly and you guys really had to live to expectations or raise the bar higher this christmas concert because you remember all the previous years before and they were always so amazing.
Beomgyu’s not bad at all at music like how you thought he was. You’re beginning to understand why your professor chose him as well. Honestly, you’re impressed. You almost feel bad for making assumptions about him. He still is definitely the campus playboy though, flirting incessantly with people and even jokingly to you at times to which you completely dismiss, having people gushing and whispering and giggling about him whenever you guys are at the library and sometimes he can’t meet up with you because he has numerous parties to attend and get drunk and fuck people at.
He can be a bit dense at times but he isn’t all that bad. He’s tolerable. It’s clear one thing he’s good at and passionate about is music. And so are you. And so with that, you can get along with him on a surface level in the small time you’ll be working together. After that, you won’t need to talk to him again.
You’re currently on the way to beomgyu’s dorm, needing to know his opinion on the brass section of a part of one of the Christmas songs you’ve arranged. Arranging isn’t too hard and doesn’t take that long since you’re not necessarily composing a whole new song but you want even the most famous and basic Christmas songs to have a really unique style and so you’ve been changing up lots of parts and adding more instruments, changing chords and keys, reharmonising and adding virtuosic solos that didn’t already exist or extending and cutting short on them.
And right now, you weren’t quite sure if the brass section worked, needing the critique of your partner. Laptop in hand with your music software that’s saved your life countless of times since first year for your compositions and made you want to smash your whole laptop and rip out your hair, ready and open.
Just at that moment, you get a notification that Angel313 was going live. It wasn’t his usual time but you’re guessing he decided to do a surprise/bonus one this week. No one was around whilst you walked and if you put your headphones in? You’ll just watch the very first few minutes whilst you make your way to Beomgyu’s dorm. No harm. Then you’ll stop.
Today, he’s humping his bed, brutally and un-rhythmically. Rutting against the sheets like a desperate puppy in heat, one hand tightly gripping and fisting at his sheets, and the other on his mouth, trying to conceal the noises he’s making, whimpering adorably, prettiest moans coming out of him. The sight making you want to run back home so you could enjoy it properly. You loved the sounds he makes. You could probably get off to just that. His bed seems a little familiar though but you can’t put your finger on it. It looks like just another university dorm or something to be honest.
You’ve made your way to Beomgyu’s dorm, knocking on his door, still watching the live from your phone. You hear a knock on the live too. That’s funny. You knock again since you don’t think he heard you the first time and you hear the exact same sound of a knock from the live again. That’s quite strange. You press your ears to the door trying to make out any sound and that’s when you hear it, moaning. The same ones coming from your headphones from Angel’s live. Your eyes go wide in shock. From the second knock on Angel’s live, their own eyes widen and they hurriedly switch the live off. You can hear beomgyu shout from the door “in a minute!” immediately after Angel stopped. He sounds distressed. He also sounds exactly like Angel’s voice.
But this is all just a really funny coincidence right now. You’re not even sure what Beomgyu’s actually doing behind the door. He could be doing anything. It’s just a weird coincidence. How could Beomgyu and Angel be the same? That’s not possible at all and makes absolutely no sense. They’re both completely opposite people. Out of everyone in the whole world, both of them would be the least you’d expect. It makes you laugh because of how outrageous it is. Why would you ever think that? It’s a coincidence. Yeah, yeah.
Beomgyu finally opens his door for you, looking like he ran a marathon.
“Y/n?”
“Hey-” That’s when you see it at the back in a corner stuffed with other piles of clothes, pink and white thigh highs. Identical to the ones Angel wears. But maybe that’s just someone’s he’d fucked recently and they accidentally left it there. Then beomgyu reaches his hand up to lean higher on his door frame, attempting to be nonchalant but in doing so, and from the already quite short shirt he was wearing, you have a clear view of beomgyu’s stomach. It had a pink piercing. Identical to the one Angel has.
You don’t have anymore excuses. It’s beginning to make sense yet absolutely no sense in your brain, gears turning in your head, about to drop your laptop in shock on the floor but you regain some sort of conscience. The hair, saying he’s not free Thursday nights, the piercing, the thigh highs, his voice, even his physique you realised, were the same.
“Y-you’re-you’re…Angel???!!!”
And then you zoom out and make a quick exit with a horrified expression. Beomgyu equally as horrified.
Fuck.
Beomgyu is absolutely fucked. He’s done for. You saw. You fucking saw. You know. You know he’s a camboy now. And you’ll tell everyone and everyone in the whole universe will know about it. What will happen to him?! Everyone on campus will ridicule him, especially with his ‘reputation’ to ‘uphold.’ He may as well start digging his grave now whilst he still has the chance.
But how did you even know? Sure, he didn’t hide his thigh highs that well he figures, just trying to stuff them anywhere and also the nearest shirt to put fast just so happened to be quite cropped so you could see his piercing. He curses that shirt. He doesn’t even know why he still has it. It’s ugly. But even then, that didn’t give away he was a camboy! The only way you could figure it out is if you watched him and he highly doubted that. So how did you figure it out? He’s been constantly freaking out about it, the essay he hasn’t done due in a few hours not even crossing his mind once.
He’d tried looking all over the place for you but you’ve been avoiding him like the plague, only increasing and adding on to his fear day by day. Did you think he was a freak now? It kind of hurt. How many people had you already told? You’d think it’d be easy to get to you if you’re both in the same class but apparently not. Beomgyu is so stressed. By now you could have told your whole music class.
You sigh as you applied to yet another job this week. Why was finding a job so hard? You didn’t even care at all what it’d be, you just need some money. You are BROKE. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent most of your loan on eating out pretty much every day at overly priced restaurants with your friends. But you’re a foodie.
You think back on a few days ago when you found out Beomgyu was actually Angel313, you can’t get it out of your mind. It just feels so wrong. For the longest time, you watched every one of his streams, completely infatuated. You always wondered who he actually was and what he looked like. Now that you know, you wish you didn’t. To think that he actually was in the same city, in the same university as you, taking the same major and someone you talked to just seems so impossible. Really, what a small world. And for them to be the choi beomgyu?! Goes to show really just how little you know of people on screens.
You still get notifications of whenever he’s live but it feels so incredibly wrong to watch them. You could never watch them again. You feel kinda disgusting, knowing you’ve watched beomgyu jerk off and jerked off to it as well multiple times. You can’t look him in the eyes knowing you did that. You haven’t talked to him since, avoiding him at all costs, sitting far, far away in the lecture room and then making a speedy beeline to the exit before he even has the chance, avoiding him around campus as well and ignoring the texts he sent you. He must think you’re an actual pervert or something. You don’t know how on earth you’re supposed to arrange and direct this whole Christmas performance yourself but you’ll try.
It seems the universe is not in your favour however because whilst you were in the library, searching for a book your professor recommended, the place where you least expected beomgyu to step foot in and so felt less of the need to be wary, he happened to be there. You were just about to pick up the book off the shelf since you finally found it, but someone else swipes the book off you before you can. Beomgyu. And then he’s blocking your way of escaping, forcing you into a corner.
“Y/n! Please! Just listen to me! We need to talk!” He pleads.
It’s not like you can really run away now, pent up thoughts bursting out. “I just-HOW are you Angel313?! I don’t get it at all! You’re completely different. You once knocked someone up and forced them to get an abortion! You’re literally a-a….manwhore, jackass!”
“Excuse me…?”
“Yeah! You’re literally just another dumb fuckboy who drops people as soon as you’re done with them! You’ve probably knocked so many people up! You probably have so many like….like STDs!”
“That’s not even possible!”
“Yeah? Why isn’t it?!” You cross your arms.
“Because! B-because…-I AM A VIRGIN!!” Beomgyu’s eyes go wide and his hands smack his mouth. He cannot believe he actually just admitted that.
“WHAT?”
The librarian restocking books gives you both an appalled and scarred look, not even bothering to tell you to be quiet, scurrying away. Beomgyu puts his head in hands in humiliation, ears turning red.
“What?!” You whisper shout. “That’s probably the biggest lie of the century.”
“I’m being serious…I’ve never had sex…” He winces, embarrassed at his own words.
“But—but you’re literally known just for that. Even I have seen you with multiple people at parties!”
“Making out and flirting with people are different things! I’ve done some stuff! But I’ve never…fucked anyone…”
He’s supposed to be the notorious player on your campus and an absolute douchebag to everyone he came in contact with, hated by many but also wanted and wanted to be fucked by many. But the boy who was shying under your gaze right now did not fit that description at all.
“I genuinely cannot believe this…”
“Look, you can’t-you really, really can’t tell anyone that I’m,” His voice lowers, “a camboy. No one else can know. I’ll do anything, anything you ask just please don’t tell anyone! My life would be ruined!”
Now, you’re not an asshole. You weren’t planning on telling anyone he was a camboy at all. You know people aren’t that accepting of anything to do with sex work. He’d most likely get humiliated. He might not even be able to get a job since people care so much for stuff like that for some reason. You’re sure everyone would go mad especially if they found out Choi Beomgyu was a camboy. But him saying he’d do anything if you didn’t reveal his little secret intrigued you so much so, that he didn’t need to know you were never going to tell anyone in the first place.
“I want in.”
“Huh?”
“Your camboy business. I want to be a partner. I’ll be your manager, I’ll help you film stuff and get more money. As long as I’m getting some too.”
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↳ pairing: minho x reader
↳ word count: 12.5k
↳ genre: sex work!au (streamer!reader), s2l, smut
↳ summary: when a streamer that goes by the name of baby blue announces she’ll pick a random comment and invite the fan over to have sex with them, minho thinks it’s all a big scam—until he wins.
↳ warnings: 18+, minors dni! explicit content, sex work, sexual topics, discussion of sex as a subscriber award, mentions of cheating (reader/minho aren’t cheating), streaming sexual content, blowjob, fingering, protected sex, use of 'baby,' 'good girl,' and 'slut'; the mc refers to herself as 'cumdump' once for the video
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“To thank you all for your support during these past couple of months, I want to give back to you. So, I’ve decided to pick out a random tipper who leaves a comment and have some fun with that fan,” you grin at the camera, flashing your teeth to your fanbase—all 5,000 of them.
The views are low nowadays, though. You got into streaming because a girl from uni told you it was easy money. It was, but only if you went all the way and showed everything. You had no problem with your body or being sexual, but you just didn’t want to show the entire world everything for money.
That made your streams an acquired taste. After all, your “fans” were men who didn’t have to see the inside of your cunt to get off to it, men who enjoyed the things you were saying, men who didn’t mind you having a skirt on while you rode your suction dildo. The one special thing about your streams—other than the fact that nobody’s seen your pussy up front—is how you treat your fanbase.
Most other streamers are either being extra sweet and taking tips, babying themselves to earn more money, or they’re demeaning the guys watching them, earning in a day more than you do in a month. People love being degraded, apparently.
However, none of that is your thing. Instead, you opt for praise, telling your audience the things you would like to hear if the roles were reversed. You wouldn’t log into the site and tip some random guy who’d ask you to ‘come for daddy’ or tell you you’re disgusting for watching him. That would just make you feel gross.
No, you’d go for the nice guy who’d ask about your day, tell you he wanted to come with you, praise you for being good and touching yourself. You do all that during every stream. When you come, you ask the audience if they came too, thanking them for being there with you, wishing them a good night’s rest and sweet dreams.
The fans that do like it are loyal, praising you with comments during every stream, never missing one. However, there are some people who get bored of you. The whole shtick worked for a while until your views started dropping.
The guys who subscribed to you either liked you for what you were or were hoping you were going to go hardcore eventually. When that didn’t happen, a lot of them stopped watching altogether, and many stopped tipping.
Because of this, you’ve now decided to pick a random commenter and fuck him on camera. It’s not a choice you’re happy about nor something you take pride in, but you need money to afford uni. Without school, you won’t be able to get a good job, and you’ll be forced to do worse things for money, even though fucking a random guy isn’t exactly ideal.
But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, so you explain the rules. “I’ll pick a comment from the ones you’ve sent in since last Friday until next Friday, so you have ten more days to tip and leave a comment for me. The lucky winner will get to come to this room and have fun with me while the rest of you watch. If it goes well, we can think about doing it again.”
With that, you thank everyone for joining the stream and coming with you and end it, hoping that the ten-day deadline will incentivize more people to tip.
“So, I’ve decided to pick out a random tipper who leaves a comment and have some fun with that fan,” you chuckled at the end of this announcement, flashing your pretty teeth.
However, Minho missed the smile because he basically stopped watching at that point, mostly because he came all over himself and the desk and was too busy cleaning up. Thankfully, none of it got onto the keyboard.
Your little “raffle” was a scam, like everything else. There’s no way in hell a girl like you was going to select a random guy and let him come to her place and fuck her, no fucking way. It would be totally unsafe and careless, not to mention downright disgusting. Minho didn’t think of himself as a model, but he was sure there were some nasty people watching you. Would you really have the stomach to fuck some random dude on camera? He didn’t take you for that kind of a girl.
The scam was a good idea, though. The poor bastards would shower you with tip money, not realizing that you’ll show your boyfriend to them and pretend he’s a random fan. Minho can already bet the guy will be jacked, firm all over, and have a great cock that will somehow get you to come—all on the first time with a “random” fan.
But, Minho knows he will still watch, especially if you’re going to show this guy fucking you. He’s one of your biggest fans, but not in a creepy way. He finds you comforting and pretty, even though you always have a mask that covers your eyes, nose, and most of your cheeks. You calm him down and you’re always so sweet with the things you say.
It’s not one of his proudest moments, but one time, when he got dumped and had a terrible day, he watched your stream, and you responded to a comment in a way that made him cry. A guy who tipped you earlier said he had a terrible day and felt unlovable, so you shouted him out at the end of the stream.
“And if you’ve had a bad day today, just remember it will pass. I know it’s not much comfort because good days will too, let’s be honest, but what you’re feeling now isn’t the end of the road and it’s not a permanent state. I’m happy you’re here if that means anything. You help me out through a lot, even if we don’t know each other. So, if you can make someone you don’t even know happy, imagine what you can do to someone you know in real life. No one is unlovable, no matter how real that fear seems sometimes.”
For some reason, your words got to Minho that day, maybe because he felt like he was unwanted and unlovable himself. So, he would definitely be here until the end, even if you fuck your boyfriend on stream and pretend he’s a fan. He can’t blame you for hustling like that.
You spend most of next Saturday going through the comments, trying to find one that stands out. Most of the comments came after your announcement, of course. Usually, the comments you get are “you’re so fucking hot”, “show more”, “want to fuck you”, or something along those lines. Now, they’re mostly “i want to win the raffle”, “fuck me!”, “pick me”, and the like. None of them are noteworthy.
And then, one catches your eye.
Someone using the username Lino98 has commented the Saturday before you announced the raffle, therefore not with the goal of winning it. Because of this, you have a feeling the comment might actually be sincere. It reads:
Tip: $100
Hey, Baby Blue! I know you won’t even see this, but I wanted to thank you for all your hard work regardless. I found your stream when I was going through a rough time with a breakup.
I had to move out, money was tight, and I felt alone, so your streams felt like I had some kind of company, especially with the way you talk to us on the other end. I know it sounds strange, but it really did help.
I’m finally doing better and have some money to spare, so I wanted to tip you as a thank you for all the times you’ve helped me without knowing.
Like you said, if you can make a stranger this happy, imagine how you can make someone in your real life feel. So, here’s a stranger telling you you’ve made him feel less alone.
All the best!
The comment is the winning one, you just know the second you read it fully. You’ve never seen anything remotely similar to it on your channel, so you select Lino98 as the winner, deciding to announce it on stream tomorrow. The guy actually put in some effort, even if what he wrote was bullshit.
When you announce that he’s the winner on stream, you promise Lino98 you’ll DM him in a minute, after ending the stream. Of course, you instantly do it, even though you’re scared shitless. Is ‘98 his birth year? You hope so because that would mean he’s on the younger side. Selecting an old fan would be a disaster because you’d never be able to get into it.
Baby Blue: Hey, Lino98! Congrats :) Can you tell me your current location so we can arrange it?
It sounds so transactional, and you hate it, but there’s not much you can do. If you don’t go through with this, everyone will think you’ve scammed all your fans out of money. Your channel would not survive that kind of a scandal, even if you refunded everyone.
Lino98: are you messing with me?
Baby Blue: why would i do that? you won
Lino98: uh, it’s not a prank?
Baby Blue: no!
Lino98: i’m sorry, it just seems… strange
Baby Blue: incoming video call
Minho’s heart starts racing when he sees your username flashing across the screen. It’s the first time anyone he follows on this site called him, and he’s not sure how to react.
Clearly, you’re real and you want to show him that. He fucking won the raffle. He will get to ‘have fun’ with you, whatever that meant.
However, Minho can’t answer your video call. Or, at least, he can’t show himself on camera. You’ve just had a stream, which means his pants are around his ankles, cock softening on his cum stained stomach, his chest not fairing any better. You were super sweet today, showering them with praise, and Minho came twice. There’s no way he’s letting you see it.
So, he answers after disabling the camera option. “Hi!” he says, unsure of how else to greet someone he’s been drooling over for months, if it’s really you.
And it is.
You show yourself on camera in the same outfit you wore minutes ago on stream, mask still hiding most of your face, but it’s unmistakably you.
“Hey, Lino98!” you greet him sweetly, and his mind draws blanks. Baby Blue is using his username, talking to him directly. “I know it’s kind of unbelievable, so here!” With that, you grab a pen and write something down on your palm. Then you show him what you wrote, and it’s “Lino98, you won!!!”, which makes him chuckle.
“I guess you’re real after all.” His breath hitches in his throat when you giggle at his words and look to the side sheepishly.
“I guess you are too… So, can you tell me where you are? You don’t have to give the details, just the general area.”
“Sure, I’m in Seoul at the moment,” he admits, hoping you’ll say you’re in that area so you two can go through with this, even though he’s scared shitless of it.
“Great,” you say excitedly, not letting on how you really feel. You can’t be excited about meeting some random guy whose comment you may or may not have even read. “I’m… Around there too. Good. Do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow, if you don’t already have plans?”
“To-tomorrow?” Minho stutters, clearing his throat and sitting up in his chair as reality smacks him across the face. Tomorrow? He’s going to meet you tomorrow? Do you want him to come over to your place and ‘have fun’? In front of your entire audience? You look at him questioningly, so he coughs and responds, “Ah… Okay, I don’t have any plans.”
“Great! I’ll send you the address of this cafe. We can get a drink there and just talk if that’s okay with you.” And just like that, you make him feel a lot lighter. Okay, you’ll just see each other in person tomorrow and arrange for the thing then. “Is that okay?”
“Of course, sounds great,” Minho responds. “I’ll wait for your message then.”
You arrange to meet up around 3 with you promising to send him the address as soon as you get off the call. Just when you’re saying your goodbyes and about to hang up, you pause and just look at the camera.
“Sorry, can you tell me why you didn’t turn on the cam?” you ask so sweetly you have him biting his lip. Somehow, you sound even better when you’re addressing him directly.
“Can I be honest?” Minho asks, hoping you won’t take it the wrong way. When you nod, he continues. “I came all over myself earlier, so I didn’t think it would be a good look.”
His response makes you kick your head back and laugh, and it’s probably the most sincere laughter he’s ever heard from you. “It honestly sounds kind of hot,” you admit. “See you tomorrow!”
When he walks into the cafe, Minho realizes you’re a real person. Up until this point, you were just a random internet persona, someone unattainable, someone he was never even supposed to meet.
As soon as your eyes meet, he knows it’s you, even though the mask is off. You’re even prettier without it—there’s nothing on your face you should ever hide. Surprisingly, you’re just a girl. You’re not some sex symbol he’s had in his mind all this time, not some kind of superior being, not a person that commands attention.
He’s walked in here happy that he was going to get to fuck you, but now that he sees that you’re just a person like him, Minho feels guilt wash over him. What is he doing? He came here to “collect his reward” for a $100 tip—and the reward was another person. It didn’t feel right. If you were really doing this, you needed the money badly, and he couldn’t let you go through with it just because he was horny for you.
“Hey!” He walks over to you and offers you his hand to shake, hoping he doesn’t sound cold. Minho’s just shitting bricks at this point—it’s the first time he’s meeting someone of the opposite gender for a date of sorts since his breakup, and this is the furthest thing from a date, so why are his palms sweating?
“Lino?” You cock your eyebrows up when he approaches you. When Minho nods, feeling dumb for forgetting to introduce himself, you stand up and shake his hand firmly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he says, sitting down across from you, looking around. Is he a disappointment to you? He’s not exactly tall nor buff, even though he dances a lot. None of that is visible, though, and you may be feeling let down. “Nice place.”
“It really is,” you say, looking around as well before gulping. Is it a sign of nervousness or boredom? “My first time here.”
Funny how you’re setting a boundary right from the start, showing him you don’t come to this place often in case he becomes a stalker and decides to hang around here every day in hopes of seeing you. “Mine too.”
The waiter comes to get your order, and you look at Minho instantly, expecting him to order. “Please, you go first.”
“No, no, you go!” He nods at you and finds it funny how you’re so flustered in real life. You have thousands of people watching you weekly, dying for a chance to be around you, and you’re this shy? It doesn’t make sense. Still, it eases his nerves a bit.
Once the waiter is gone, Minho clears his throat and looks at you questioningly. You call the shots here. It’s your game, your idea, and he’s just here because you asked him to be. So, he waits for you to take the lead and explain how this is going to go down.
You open your mouth to say something but stop yourself and sigh, rubbing the corners of your eyes for a second as if you’re tired of it already. “I’m sorry, I haven’t done this before.”
“Met a stranger?” Minho asks with a smirk, knowing very well that’s not what you mean. He surprises himself by asking that since he’s no less nervous than you, fiddling with his fingers under the table, where you can’t see.
“No, met up with a guy who watches my streams,” you point out, cocking your head to the side. This time, you don’t look away—instead, you inspect his face, as if you’re now seeing him for the first time.
“Ah, I see,” is all Minho can mutter while you stare at him. So, he’s the first. Is he a disappointment?
“And the first time I’m doing the whole ‘fuck a fan’ thing,” you whisper to him, which makes his breath hitch in his throat. So it’s ‘fuck a fan’, not ‘have fun with a fan’, after all. “So I don't know how to act.”
Minho realizes you’re practically in the same boat then. “That makes two of us,” he says to comfort you, even though he has it worse. You already know he’s attracted to you, that he jerks off to you and has sent you a tip and a heartfelt comment. Minho is not that lucky—for all he knows, you might find him totally disgusting.
You smile at him weakly, but don’t say a thing for a while, and Minho realizes you’re a lot more nervous than you first seemed. You’re just a girl, after all, and you’re here because you promised him you’d fuck him in front of 5,000 people, that is all. Of course you’re having second thoughts and regretting it. A girl like you wouldn’t look give him a second glance in real life. He’s only here because he got lucky with the comment.
“Are you nervous?” Minho asks you just before the waiter brings the drinks.
As soon as he leaves, you clear your throat and respond, “Yes. Are you?”
“Of course.” When he says it, you seem to relax a bit, enough to take a sip of your coffee and sigh deeply. As someone who’s used to seeing you all sweet and bubbly, Minho hates seeing you like this and knowing he’s the reason you feel this way. So, he decides to do what’s best for you.
“Listen, I came here with the intent of going through with this, but I…” He pauses when he realizes you’re frowning. “I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to. I’m a stranger, so I’m pretty sure you don’t. I am down to lie to the rest of your fans and say we did it. You can send me a pic from your room and I can pretend I took it, to make it believable for them.”
Your mouth is slightly open as you stare at him, unable to say a word for a minute or so, just staring at him. Are you thinking about taking the easy way out? Minho sure hopes so. He’d hate sleeping with you and knowing you hated every second of it.
Finally, you speak, and you do so softly, voice barely audible. “I’m guessing Lino98 isn’t your real name.”
He scoffs at this, feeling a bit dumb about not even telling you his name when that was the least he could have done. “No, it’s Minho. I’m guessing Baby Blue isn’t yours either.”
Surprisingly, you give him your name, and Minho thinks it suits you the second he hears it. Before he can tell you it’s a pretty name, you continue, “Listen Minho, it’s nice of you to offer that, if you’re doing it for me. But, I am doing this because I have to. My views went down the drain and I have to do something to get them up.”
“Why not, uh… Show more? No offense,” he adds at the end, hoping it doesn’t come off as mean or condescending.
Minho is not judging you at all for doing what you do. After all, he watches you do it and enjoys every second of it. It’s just a thing he never understood about your streams. At the same time, it’s the thing he loves about them—he sees you get off, but never sees more than the outline of your pussy, never getting a close-up. Not everything is served to him like in porn, and he enjoys that aspect of your work.
You lick your lips and take your time with the response. “I don’t feel comfortable with that.”
“But you feel—” Minho is about to ask how you feel comfortable with fucking a stranger, but he stops himself in time. Maybe you don’t want your private parts to be out there on the internet forever. Who the fuck was he to judge?
“I know, it makes no sense!” You shake your head as if you know exactly what he was going to ask before he cut himself off with a sharp sigh. “I should be more comfortable being on my own and letting people see everything than fucking someone I don’t know. But if I fuck someone on camera, I get to control it. The viewers don’t have to see my insides to see I’m getting fucked, if that makes sense.”
“It does, it does,” Minho hums with a nod, still processing it. It does make sense. You can have softcore sex on camera too, and not have the world see into your hole. “I’m sorry to hear about the views. I think your streams are unique and no one else does it like you.”
“Thank you.” You give him a small smile and take another long sip of your drink. “I wanted to meet you just to see if it would work out. I’ve never done this before. I have to say I’m relieved you’re attractive. Is that shallow?”
“Uhm, if you’re planning on fucking me, it’s not,” Minho says, blood rushing to his cheeks at his own choice of words. You think he’s attractive, though, and he’s too busy processing that piece of information. It’s a relief, really. He clearly thinks you’re the most arousing woman he’s ever met, so you’re off to a good start if you’re planning on doing this. “What would you do if you didn’t find me attractive?”
“Call it off. Choose someone else?” you suggest, sounding unsure of the options. “I mean, if we’re going to do it on camera, it has to look good. There has to be chemistry or something. People will know if I fake it, and it would be disappointing to see something that looks forced, I think.”
That’s true. The best part about your streams is that they don’t seem fake. You’re not out there screaming like you’re getting railed by two guys at once when you touch yourself. You do it slowly, taking your time, letting out hisses and grunts here and there, moaning only when you’re close to coming, which is also when your mouth gets a bit loose and dirty, which is Minho’s favorite part.
Because of this, he comes towards the end of your stream—if he can postpone it. He might be a creep, but there’s something really hot in hearing you tell him you want his cock inside of you instead of your fingers. You don’t mean him, of course, but when he’s watching, he pretends it all for him.
“You’re right,” he agrees with a gulp, realizing you’ve been staring at him while he thought about your last stream and how sweetly you said you need his ‘big fat cock.’ Your words, not his. “And why do it if it doesn’t work?” He shrugs. “I think people would notice something was off. I would.”
You nod, giving him yet another smile, before going on, “So, I know you were probably expecting to go to my place and do it now, but I was just hoping to get to meet you and see if you were, uh, normal and if we can talk. I feel this is better than just going straight to my place and then being extra awkward on camera.”
“I agree,” Minho simply says, instantly feeling bad for saying so little. The things he’s saying are only a fraction of what he’s thinking, and he wishes he had the balls to talk to you more, ask you more questions, make sure you’re fine with all of this. “I’m sorry I’m awkward, I don’t really… Go out a lot, as you know.”
“It’s fine, I don’t either.” You giggle with a shake of your head, looking just as gorgeous as you do on camera. Only this time, Minho can enjoy looking straight into your eyes, looking at your entire face, basking in how pretty you are.
“You don’t?”
“When?” You grin. “I’m either at work, at uni, studying, or streaming. So, don’t worry about being weird. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re being awkward at all. All I can think about is how weird I am being. Anyway, I thought your message was sweet.”
Now, this surprises him. Firstly, he’s taken aback by the fact that someone like you doesn’t go out. Then, he’s happy to hear you don’t find him awkward because he is—his palms are sweating, and his cock hardened a bit when you mentioned your streams. But, it’s the final part that intrigues him the most. “You read it? I thought you used one of those programs that picked for you.”
“Oh, no. I wanted to read the messages,” you start explaining, leaning back into your chair, finally looking somewhat relaxed. “Some people write really nasty things, and I didn’t want to pick one of those guys, so I read the comments myself. And yours came in before I even announced my plan, so I feel like I made a good call.”
“Thank you,” he hums appreciatively, once again disappointing himself with how untalkative he’s being. “I meant what I wrote.”
“Thank you then. It really made me happy to read it, knowing that what I’m doing is somehow useful to someone else, other than for just getting off,” you say, taking a deep breath and looking at him. He’s kind of pathetic and he knows it. You both do. “Anyway, we can just agree when you’re coming over or we can go the other route and get to know each other a bit better so it’s less awkward on stream.”
“I prefer the latter, if I’m honest,” Minho quickly responds, hoping you’ll say the same thing. He can’t imagine himself showing up at your place tomorrow and just fucking you without knowing anything about you.
“Thank God, me too!” you exclaim with a hand over your heart, shaking your head as you giggle. “I mean, taking you home now would be awkward even without the camera being there.”
Minho’s eyes widen at the mention of the camera and the implication behind it—people would be watching him and his cock try to please you. Would he perform well? “I forgot about that.”
“Is it a problem?” You lean in again, eyebrows furrowing over your face. “I do it often nowadays, so I’m used to it, but I know it’s weird if you haven’t done it before.”
“No, I guess. If it’s not for you.”
You wave it off with a smile. “It’s going to be my first time doing something like that, too, so I guess we’re in the same boat after all. I’ll give you a mask, of course, you don’t have to show your face. In fact, you don’t have to show a lot. Or anything,” you’re rambling quickly at this point, just adding more and more since Minho is not saying anything. “We can find some positions where not everything is visible if you don’t want people to see a lot. Maybe I can ride you with my skirt on.”
Before you mention that, Minho’s wondering how he’ll look on stream and if he wants people to see his dick. But, as soon as you mention you riding him, all the blood from his brain rushes down—the thought of it gets his cock hard. “We’ll… Uh, think of something, I guess. You’ll see what works best.”
“Are you nervous about it? We can do something that leaves you out of the frame almost completely or we can shoot it instead of going live if you want to be 100% sure they can’t see a thing,” you say softly, and Minho just can’t stop thinking about how cute you are, even though his heart is pounding against his rib cage and he’s sporting an erection. It’s cute that you worry about him this much.
“I am nervous because I’m uh, definitely not in the shape to be perceived by 5,000 people,” he’s quick to joke, which makes you laugh. “But, I mean, it is what it is. I’m sure you’ll think of something that shows as little of me as possible.”
The conversation flows easier after that. You and Minho discuss condoms, protection, and getting tested for STDs, which he appreciates. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he wants you both to be safe. So, you decide to leave the cafe and got tested at the free clinic downtown, deciding that is the easiest and least painful option.
After Minho and you fill out the paperwork and get different samples taken, you’re asked to wait in the lobby, where you get cheap coffee from their machine and sit together in silence for a while.
You’re the first to speak, turning to face him. “Nervous about the results?” Minho knows you’re only asking because he’s been fidgeting and shaking his leg.
He doesn’t want to freak you out or come off as an irresponsible guy, but he also doesn’t want to lie. “Honestly… Kind of.”
You don’t seem shocked at all, even if you probably are. “Did you do something stupid or?”
A fair, simple question. Minho wishes the answer was simple too. Instead, it’s something that he hates talking about, that he avoids at all costs. “My ex did.”
“I’m sorry,” you tell him sweetly, hand moving down to give the hand that’s resting on his thigh a gentle pat, and the contact makes him shiver. “The one you wrote to me about?”
“Yeah,” is all he tells you, realizing he has talked to you, of all people, about it. He hasn’t said much, Minho remembers, but it was enough for you to figure out it was something bad.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” you hum gently, hand still on his, now giving it a light squeeze before you pull away. “I hope it will come back clean. You don’t deserve to deal with that.”
“Me too,” Minho says, needing to change the topic. “Are you nervous?”
Minho just doesn’t want to talk about his ex and how disgusted he felt when he realized she cheated on him with multiple guys. Yes, the sex was practically nonexistent because they were no longer in the honeymoon phase, but is the right response to that staying with your boyfriend and fucking anyone who offered behind his back? It’s something that hurts to talk about, so he doesn’t. His ego took a hit, and so did his heart.
“No.”
“Really?” Minho asks, knowing he’s sounding stupid for acting so surprised that someone’s sure they’re clean. Isn’t that how most people feel?
“Yeah, I haven’t had sex in ages,” you confess, lowering your voice. “And when I did, I used protection and got tested regularly, so I know I’m clean.”
It’s so funny, how people think less of sex workers of any kind than “regular” people. Here you are, a sex worker, not even doubting that you’re clean, while he, the guy who’s had sex with three women in his entire life, is scared shitless of finding out his ex left him with a bit more than a broken heart and an ugly breakup.
“So if we do it, it will be the first time in a while for both of us,” he concludes, wondering if you will go through with this. He wants to, of course, but under the condition that you really want it too, that you’re not just doing this as an obligation, which is insane. You are doing this as a chore, something to revive the channel.
Thankfully, the results shows you’re both clean, meaning you’re one step closer to Saturday, the day you’ve decided to fuck on stream.
Saturday night is here sooner than expected, and Minho doesn’t feel ready, even though he’s clean and trimmed and shaved for you. His crotch hasn’t received this much attention since his breakup because Minho just didn’t go out and pursue anyone new, not even for sex.
On top of doing that, he’s put on his most expensive cologne and worn the best clothes he owns, but it’s not like you care about his clothes. He’s there to fuck you, that’s it.
When he enters your apartment, thankful you trust him enough to give him the address without being afraid of him stalking you, Minho is too taken aback by you to even look around. You’re wearing a teeny tiny costume like the ones you usually wear for the stream. It’s strappy, showing off a lot of your skin, and the skirt is perfect.
When you lead the way inside, Minho realizes the bottom part of your ass cheeks is showing with every step you take, and it makes him salivate. Is he really going to get to feel you tonight? It’s surreal.
His hand is shaking when he gives you the simple flower arrangement he got for you from a lady that sells them near his place. It’s nothing fancy, but it felt weird showing up empty-handed. You seem happy with the flowers, even if they’re simple, but you notice his shaking when he hands them to you, so you grab his hand. “You good?”
“Nervous, that’s all.” Minho clears his throat, enjoying your touch. “Don’t worry.”
“Want to have a shot?” you suggest with a smirk.
Two shots later, you’re both chuckling at each other, feeling a bit more relaxed now that you know you’re both feeling nervous about it. Minho finally has time to look around and notice where you live. You probably have less money than him, which is saying a lot considering he’s barely been making ends meet for a couple of months now. The place is small, but everything is so neat and tidy, every little thing has its place. It’s charming, just like you.
“So, what do you have in mind?” he finally asks, getting some courage from the shots and the way you’re looking at him, your tits almost out for him to gawk at.
“I was thinking I can sit down and you can walk into the shot and let me suck you off,” you say as if it’s no big deal, as if it’s not a dream come true for him. “But don’t turn your back on them completely, more from the side, so they can see me do it, but they won’t see all of you. If that’s fine.”
Any idea that includes your mouth around his cock sounds perfect, but Minho has to disagree. “Hm… What do you think about me sitting and you sitting on top of me?”
“Oh?” you cock your head to the side and look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Your plan sounds great to me, but as a watcher, I think people watch to see you have fun, not some random guy who’s just here once,” Minho explains, feeling his cheeks get red. He’s outing himself as your biggest fan here, but he wants to make this worthwhile for you. If you’re doing it to get your views up, you should do it the right way and get all the views. “If you sit on me and let me play with you, they might, uh, feel like it’s them playing with you if that makes sense. And then I can… put it in if you want that.”
“Have me ride you while you sit?” you rephrase it in a way that makes his mouth water. “I think that would work. They won’t see practically anything, right? I mean, they will see your balls and some of your dick.”
It all sounds so transactional, but the way you’re treating him tells Minho it’s not exactly that, which kind of confuses him. But, he’s there to fuck you for the stream, that’s it.
“It’s fine,” Minho shrugs. “As long as no one can see my face, I’m good.”
“Okay,” you nod, patting his hand. “So, I start the stream…”
You go on about the pose in detail, explaining what you’re going to do with yourself, when you’re going to invite him in, how he should sit, when to put the condom on, remind him to cover his balls with his fist if he doesn’t want anyone to see them, and tell him you can stop at any time.
“If I’m on top of you and can’t see you shake your head, just whisper it to me and we’re stopping, no hard feelings, okay?” you end the monologue on a sweet note, and Minho nods again, repeating the same thing. “The same goes for you.”
And then, you take him to the room where it all happens, and he finally gets to see it from another angle. It all seems the same, but smaller than it does on stream. You go to your makeup desk and put on a mask, which makes you look like the good old Baby Blue he knows—dressed to kill, straps all over your body leaving just enough for his imagination, face hidden save from that pretty mouth and gorgeous eyes. Perfect.
You take another mask and walk over to Minho, putting it on him. When you make sure it’s on tightly, you run your hand through his hair, fixing it. “You look so pretty like this.” The compliment goes straight to his chest, and he chuckles, looking to the side.
“You do too,” Minho gulps, feeling sexual tension arise from having you so close, “but I prefer you without it.”
“I’d fuck you without it if I didn’t have to stream,” you admit before biting your lip. “Can’t let people see me, and all that.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry,” Minho shakes his head. “I didn’t mean—”
“I know, Minho,” you coo, patting his chest softly. “Relax… I’ll, uh, call you Lino during the stream, if that’s okay?”
“That’s perfect. I’ll, uh, be quiet?”
“No,” you say sharply before chuckling at yourself. “That sounded weird. I mean, you don’t have to. I’d love to hear you. You can call me Baby.”
“Baby it is,” he confirms, eyes focusing on how plump your lips look.
“And please, feel free to dirty talk all you want, that’s what gets people going,” you advise. “I don’t mind it. Just no ‘daddy’ talk.”
Minho grimaces with a grunt. “I’d never,” he says, placing a hand over his heart. “I’ll, uh, do my best.”
“You’ll do just fine,” you pat his chest again. This time, your hand moves up to cup his face. “And please, call me whatever you want. Slut, whore, baby, whatever.”
“I—” his voice breaks on his tongue, unable to form a sentence at the very idea of calling you those names. He can’t call you that, even if the very idea makes his dick twitch.
“I mean, I’m doing this for the fans, and you are one, I guess, so you probably think a lot of things they think. If you say those things to me while you fuck me, it might feel more real to them.”
It makes a lot of sense when you put it like that, so Minho agrees. “How will I know I’ve taken it too far? It’s not like I can ask in front of them.”
“Maybe, uh, we pat each other’s thighs twice when we want to tone it down a bit. How does that sound?”
It’s the first time you’ve included yourself in it, made sure you have a way out too, so Minho is happy with the deal. “Sounds good,” he tells you, still focused on your lips. “I don’t want to offend you, so please stop me if I say something too explicit. I’m… I don’t do this a lot.”
“Me neither, Minho,” you whisper at him, moving in closer until your chest is practically pressed flush against his. “You can’t offend me. Call me a whore all you want. If you want to tell me I’m a slut for getting naked for all those people, do it. It’s not that far off from what I think of it, anyway.”
There’s a lot to unpack here, Minho notes, and he really wants to stop you and tell you you’re the furthest thing from that he can possibly imagine, but words don’t come easy to him. If he starts this conversation now, he’ll definitely ruin the mood before the stream, and he can’t let that happen to you. “You… I… Okay. You’re, uh, not… That.”
“It starts soon,” you quickly change the subject. “Do you want to get naked?”
“N-now?” his voice falters a bit as a lump forms in his throat. So, this is how you want to do it. Is he just going to sit around naked while you entertain your audience for a while?
“Want me to help?” you offer , fingers now grazing his clothed chest, sending shivers that end up straight in his cock. Do you really think he’s going to say no to that?
“Please,” he says simply, wanting you to do it. Maybe that will help him get out of his head.
Minho thinks you’ll just unbuckle his belt, but you lean in instead and kiss him slowly. God, your mouth tastes like magic, and he just wants more. Somehow, he musters the courage to put a hand behind your head and touch it gently, pushing you towards his face.
At the same time, your fingers are working on the buttons of his button-up, not stopping until all of them are undone. Through it all, your lips stay against his, tongue roaming his mouth gently, the taste of cherry liquor still on it, making it even sweeter.
Your hands push his shirt off his shoulders and Minho moves his hands to his sides to let the shirt fall on the floor. It’s then that you unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, tongue now back inside of your mouth while your lips play with his. Minho feels your fingers sneaking under the waistband of his boxers, before you breathe the question at him, “Okay?”
“Sure,” he whispers back before leaning into the kiss again, wanting to savor the feeling of your lips on his. The next second, you’re pulling his underwear and jeans down his legs. You don’t pull them down all the way. Instead, you do it just enough for his cock to spring free and for you to wrap your hand around it. At the same time, your teeth gently sink into his bottom lip.
Minho grunts loudly and kicks his head back—he can’t believe you are squeezing his cock, that he’s here with you, and that you want to do this with him. While he’s too busy recovering, you lean in and spit on his cock, which just makes him weak in the knees again.
“I understand if you don’t want people to see it, trust me,” you hum the words as your mouth makes its way up his neck to his jaw, his head still leaning back as he grunts, “but you have such a pretty cock.”
This is honestly the first time Minho’s received this specific compliment, and it warms his heart despite being so vulgar. It’s cute at the same time, which is exactly what he expects of you. “You’re pretty,” he finally says something, and it makes you chuckle and kiss him again.
Now, your hand is moving up and down his cock, tugging at it gently. “You’ll do just fine, don’t worry, okay?”
Your words are comforting, so he hums. “You will too,” he tells you, remembering you’re nervous about it too.
“Let’s get you naked,” you suggest and crouch down so you can pull his clothes down his legs and throw them on your bed where you previously discarded the shirt. You stay in the same position, looking up at him, his cock getting in the way as it stands upright, completely hard for you already. It’s embarrassing, really. “Pretty,” you giggle and lean in. “Can I?”
Minho nods, unsure of what you’re even asking, but he knows it’s going to bring him pleasure. The second he feels your mouth wrap around the head of his cock, he feels like he’s in heaven. When you suck it in and tease it with your tongue, Minho’s hands fly down to cup your face, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. “You’re so fucking good,” he tells you weakly. “Fuck.”
You must like him, right? There’s no way you’d be sucking him off now, off-camera. There’s seemingly no other reason for you to do it other than to bring him pleasure, and that’s not a part of the deal. When you hum around his dick, Minho’s hips thrust into your face involuntarily, so you chuckle and pull away gently. A string of saliva connects your lips with his dick, and Minho wants to fuck you right away, kiss you all over.
“Can’t get too carried away just yet,” you chuckle as you speak, standing up on your feet and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Now you’re good and ready for the stream. Sure you want to do it?”
“Positive,” Minho nods, hands moving to your hips without asking. “Sure you want it?”
You hum in agreement and peck his lips. “You’re the best possible choice for this, it turns out. If you change your mind, just shake your head at me and I’m canceling it, before or during it, I don’t care, okay?”
“Same goes for you then,” Minho adds, wanting you to be on the same level. He then calls your name, remembering that he didn’t check some of the basics. “How do you, uh, like it?”
“Like what? Sex?”
“Being touched,” he breathes the words, the implication that he is going to touch you making him feel dizzy. “If we’ll start with me doing that, I’d like to make you feel good.”
“Uhm,” you sigh, taking a second to think before you continue, “You can touch me wherever you want, just be gentle at first. I mean, don’t try to shove fingers in if I’m not wet, but I’m thinking you already know that.”
“Yeah, of course,” he nods, hoping there aren’t guys out there who actually do that type of thing to women. “I know you usually touch yourself and use a vibrator at the same time, but you’re alone then. Do you want me to do both at the same time?”
“You can progress to that,” you agree with a smile. “If you want to.”
“And then, you’ll, uh, sit on me?” His cock twitches at the question, and you notice it—your gaze flies down and you smirk.
“Yes. If you want to change the position, we can move the chair to the side and you can bend me over it so that I’m facing the camera. I think they’ll get to see my face and you fucking me.”
His cock twitches again and Minho hopes he’ll be able to get this right for you.
And then, the show starts, and your bubbly persona is on. It’s not that you’re not really sweet off-camera, but you’re too sweet in front of it. He prefers the real you now that he knows you.
“Hey everyone! I’m happy you’re all here today,” you start, staring at the camera, aware of Minho’s presence next to the desk. “I have a special guest for a change. It’s Lino98 who won the comment game. I have to tell you guys he’s a lot more handsome than I hoped for. I guess I have some really hot people watching.”
Minho enjoys watching you do this even in person, even if you’re talking about him, which makes the tips of his ears turn red. You’re just saying these things for the stream, he knows, gassing it up so people would enjoy it more.
Then, you answer a couple of questions from tippers, as always, and lean back into the chair, your core still covered with the strappy underwear you have on, even though your legs are spread. At this point, Lino98 would start touching himself back home, but only lightly, tugging at his cock here and there while staring at your covered crotch and imagining he was there with you.
Well, now he is, and he resists the urge to jerk his cock even once. While you’re answering questions, you touch yourself, pinching your nipple here and there, pressing your fingers into your clit, and Minho notices the way your gaze flies to him as you buck your hips into your hand. Are you checking what he’s doing or do you want to look at him when you’re touching yourself?
His resolution is broken not even two minutes in—he spits in his palm and starts tugging at his cock while looking at you, just like he does back at home. But it’s real this time, and you’re right in front of him. Your fingers slide under the straps covering your crotch and one disappears inside of you as you answer a question about tonight. “Am I looking forward to it? Fuck yes,” you breathe out, looking at him. “I’ve been thinking about fucking Lino all day today. Even tasted his cock before we started, but I wanted to leave the rest of it for the stream.”
Minho can’t believe you’ve just admitted that to thousands of people. What’s even less believable is you thinking about fucking him all day. You did, however, take his cock into your mouth earlier, even if he didn’t ask you to. Did you really find him hot?
It all happens pretty fast, you calling him over, him sitting on the chair and you getting on top of him, spreading your legs and letting them flail on each side of his thighs, as if you’re forfeiting all control, like a doll in his hands. “Lino, handsome, you can touch,” you instruct him, moving one of your hands to the back to grab his neck gently from behind.
As if he’s been waiting for this moment forever—and sometimes, it does feel like forever—Minho grabs your tits, starting to squeeze them with shaky hands. They feel just as supple as he imagined, and his heart starts racing at the contact of your warm skin with his.
You roll your hips over his dick, moaning in response, as if he’s doing a great job. “Doesn’t he have nice hands? Can’t wait to feel them all over me,” you say, staring right at the camera, which makes him grunt. You’re too good at this. If he was watching this, he’d be eating you right up.
Minho looks at the camera himself, and then his gaze flies to the screen in front of you, where all the comments are moving fast, but not fast enough for him not to read some. “Bet he has a small dick”, “If this dude doesn’t come 10 seconds in, I’ll cut my dick off”, “Can he, like, do something,” “Boooooring”, “Not you fake moaning already” are some of the ones that catch his eye, and he regrets ever looking at the screen.
“You’re doing good, Lino,” you tell him softly, turning your head to the side so you can whisper at him, show him you’re still here with him. “Minho, forget about them. Just think about me, okay? I really want to fuck you.”
Those seem to be the magic words he needs to hear to start groping your breasts harder, pulling the nipples before rubbing them, giving your tits a light smack between gropes. “Fuck,” you mutter, but don’t pat his thigh, which means you like it. You don’t want him to stop. “Touch me.”
Minho doesn’t need to be told twice—his fingers are under the straps that cover your cunt before you can even react, and he’s surprised to find you soaking, your slit wet and soft, ready for him.
“So wet for me already,” he gets balls to say out loud, knowing people can hear him. He’d like to hear the same thing if he was watching some lucky bastard fuck you. Besides, it’s true. “Did you get this wet just because I touched you for a second there? Slut.”
The nickname makes you grunt and arch your back into his chest, legs spreading wider, still handing over his thighs. He’s rubbing your clit now, and even if the audience can’t exactly see it, they can clearly see his fingers moving under the straps of the underwear and can probably notice how the light red strap that covers your slit slowly becomes dark red as it gets soaked because of him.
“Want to taste you so bad,” he hisses at you, and your hand flies up to his mouth, finger that was in your cunt a minute ago now tapping against his lips, and it’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to him.
Without any shame, Minho sucks your middle finger into his mouth and licks it clean, overwhelmed by your taste and smell. “So fucking tasty,” he mumbles when your finger leaves his mouth. “Want to eat you out all night.”
“I want that too, baby,” you tell him sweetly, hips rolling in circles as he rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers. “You guys like that, huh?” you ask the audience, spreading your legs even more. “Lino’s being so good to me… Touching me just right.”
“Want me to be better?” he asks softly, and you nod, enjoying the way he’s nuzzled up to your neck now and pressing kisses to it as if you’re somewhere all alone and he’s taking his sweet time with you.
The next second, his finger is inside of you, and your hips buck into him instinctively, a grunt leaving your mouth. He’s no expert, but he feels like his finger is filling you up nicely—your walls feel tight around it, lubed up enough for him to move around without hurting or scratching you. “Good, Baby?” Minho asks you through clenched teeth, feeling his cock leak precum, stuck between your back and his stomach.
“Perfect, Lino”, you say loudly, looking at him instead of at the camera, just for a second. “Want you so bad. Want it all.”
“Let me make you feel good then,” Minho suggests, voice sounding a lot more confident now when he realizes you’re actually enjoying it.
While keeping his finger inside of you, he moves his other hand from your tit down to your clit and starts rubbing it. This way, he has a lot more control of you, especially since you hold onto his biceps and let him do whatever he wants for thousands of people to see. The view from his position is amazing—he sees your tits and hard nipples, the curve of your stomach, and your strap-covered crotch, both his hands under the straps, bringing you pleasure.
“God!” you grunt, jerking your hips into his hands. “So fucking good! More, please.”
“More what, Baby?” Minho snickers, feeling proud of himself. If you’re faking, you’re a pro at it—his finger is soaked, and he’s sure the strap is completely wet with your juices by now, and that the viewers can see it too.
“Fingers, Lino, please,” you beg, nails digging into his biceps as you whine. “Please, I need it, don’t tease me.”
His gaze flies to the comment screen as he pulls out his finger and circles your entrance with two of them now, getting them both wet. People are saying you’re acting like a needy slut for him, commenting on how hot you look when someone's making you feel good, some telling him he should go harder on you.
Someone writes that Lino98 should slap you around and show you your place, which annoys him to no end. Nobody should talk about you that way. Instead of doing what the commenter asked, Minho leans in and peppers kisses along your jawline while adding another finger, two of them now filling your pussy right.
“Good, Baby?” he asks but doesn’t need to—you’ve let out such a satisfied moan, mouth fully open, eyebrows furrowing over your eyes, that it’s pretty clear you love having him in you. “I want you badly too, but we need to stretch you out first, hm…”
You moan back, rolling your hips in circles, getting a bit lost in pleasure. “You’re so good, Lino, so fucking good with your hands… I told you guys I like his hands right away. He knows how to use them too. Feel your fingers filling me up, feel it so well, baby…”
“Good, you should,” Minho moans in response, getting even more turned on now that you’re so pliant and needy. “Want you to feel all of it.”
Slowly but surely, Minho stretches your cunt open. One finger, two, three, until you’re throwing your hips down onto his, fucking yourself against them with your head kicked back, feet propped up on his knees.
The fingers fit just right, and your walls wrap around them hungrily, making him imagine what it will feel like to have them around his cock. Minho’s hands are over your cunt, so no one can see it, just like you asked him to.
“Like that, hm?” he asks you, wondering if you can hear him over the moaning he hopes isn’t fake. “Like having a cunt full of fingers?”
“Full of you, baby,” you moan back, rolling your hips. Every time Minho talks dirty to you, you clench around him as if you’re rewarding him for giving you what you need. “Can you give me your dick now? I want to feel it.”
“Whatever you want, Baby,” Minho tells you sweetly, sad to separate from your cunt even for a second.
However, you quickly place your feet on the floor and lift yourself up, putting the condom on his dick while explaining to your audience how hard it feels, praising his length and girth even though Minho knows he’s not the biggest out there.
“He’s pretty all over,” you tell them with your hand around the base of his condom-clad cock, giving it a light squeeze. “And such a fucking sweet guy. But he has a bit of a dirty mouth. He should speak more? Someone said that, Lino. Speak more for them. Tell me what all of them on the other side would tell me.”
“Okay,” Minho agrees with a shaky voice because he’s too busy internally screaming over the fact that you’ve just sunk down on his cock fully and moaned so hard he thinks he’s hurt you. Did he not stretch you well beforehand? God, you’re so tight around him. “All good, Baby?”
“The real thing feels so much better,” you say, breathing out slowly. “But so much bigger too. I’ll go slow.”
With that, you start moving, and it all becomes a blur for the next five minutes. He almost comes three times and whispers that at you so you can slow down and pretend you’re reading the comments.
All Minho tells you during those long, hard minutes are “fuck”, “just like that,” “so tight, so wet”, and different variations of the same thing—his pleasure increasing with every movement of your hips. It’s hard to look at the comments or you because all of it makes Minho want to blow, so he kicks his head back and touches your clit while you ride him.
Just a week ago, you were something unattainable, a secret pastime he never spoke about, his little secret. Now, he was quite literally inside of you, your body pressed into his chest as your hips slammed into his, his fingers rubbing your clit to make you feel good. After all, that’s all he’s thought about since he started watching you—how he’d please you if he were there with you.
Well, now’s his chance, and Minho has to stop focusing on his own pleasure and think about yours. So, he just thinks about his fingers and how he’s pressed them into your clit and moving them up and down, hopefully getting you as much friction as you need. He misses everything you say during the next couple of minutes, too busy focusing on your clit. However, Minho realizes you’re talking to the audience and just dirty talking.
“Fuck, Lino, there,” you suddenly hiss at him and he realizes that he’s getting you close. “Just like that, baby, make me come for them.”
Minho doesn’t want to make you come for them at all—he wants you to do it all for him. Still, he plays along, his orgasm now forgotten, “Ah, slut wants people to see her come all over a dick? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Lino, please,” you fall into his chest, hips still smacking into his, hands holding onto the arm rest for support. “Make me come, I want it so bad.”
“I know,” he hums and kisses your neck, showing you he has a soft spot for you once again. It’s not exactly something Minho can hide, but he can mask it by giving you what you said you wanted. “You want all these men to watch you… Turns you on, right? Being slutty for so many guys. You’re so horny for us you asked me to come here so I can fuck your brains out for everyone to watch.”
You whine and nod, your body stiffening as your legs spread and clench together, your hips moving into and then away from his hand, body nearing release. “Good little slut… Maybe the rest of them will get this lucky too… Get to fill you with cock,” he goes on even when your voice gets louder and when you are just grunting and hissing and moaning, losing the ability to speak coherently. “I hope they can all see how well you’re riding me, getting me all wet, taking all of it.”
He’s not sure how long he talks dirty to you for and he can’t even remember everything he’s said—Minho gets lost in it too, especially since you sound so pretty as your body shudders on top of his. What Minho knows is that he stops it when he realizes you’re coming. Suddenly, he changes the tone he uses with you, lowering it, coaxing you sweetly, “Yeah, that’s right, come all over it for me, baby, show me how much you like it in you.”
It seems like his words turn you on even more because you speed your hips up instead of slowing down, head turning to the side so you can look right at him. Dark masks are covering both of your faces, but you still manage to look gorgeous like this. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You ride dick so well. Look so pretty doing it.”
“Fuck, you’re good,” you hiss back, eyes meeting his lips, which he takes as an invite to kiss you.
You two didn’t exactly discuss kissing, but you’ve kissed earlier off-camera, so Minho thinks it’s okay. While he’s being sweet to you with his mouth, Minho smacks your clit a couple of times, getting your hips to jerk up. “See?” he chuckles into the kiss. “Such an eager slut, Baby… Want it again?”
“Yes, Lino, please, more,” you plead before kissing him almost desperately, lips crashing, tongues clashing, moans getting muffled by his mouth. “Give it to me.”
Minho’s eyes shift to the screen and he reads some of the comments. He’s there for you, to help you get those views up, to entertain people, make them tip you. So, he has to play the part. “You guys want to know if she feels good?” he asks after realizing there are many comments asking the same thing. To be fair, he’d probably want to know the same thing if he was at home jerking off to the sight of you fucking yourself against someone’s dick. “She has the perfect cunt. Really tight and wet, clenches so hard when you touch her clit… Perfect. Wish I could show you.”
You stiffen at his words, which Minho instantly feels against his body, so he whispers, “Don’t worry, Baby, I would never do it.” You’re clearly afraid he’ll just pull out, which would probably let people see at least half of your slit, and that’s what you want to avoid.
“Mhm,” you hum, hand moving up to his face so you can cup it, thumb running along his jawline as you stare at the camera. “Maybe you guys will get to see one day. Maybe Lino will fuck me senseless and I’ll forget all about being a good girl and not showing you everything.”
The comment section suddenly start cheering for him, asking him to give it to you good, treat you like a slut. His hands start touching you all over, cock still inside of you, twitching with every grunt you make as you talk to the audience about how it feels to get fucked after a long time.
Minho just focuses on playing with your perfect tits, rubbing the nipples, while he gently rolls his hips, causing at least some friction between his insanely hard cock and your walls.
And then, you turn to him again, this time smiling sweetly. “They want you to fuck me like you mean it, Lino,” you tell him with a chuckle. “They want to see me ruined.”
“Do you want that, Baby?” Minho checks, not wanting to make any sudden moves unless he’s sure you’re all for it. Fuck what the audience wants.
Instead of answering, you lean back into his chest even more and throw each leg over the armrests, fully spread for the viewers. But, his cock is in you, and the straps are still all over your crotch, so they can see some parts of it, but not all, and definitely not the inside. Still, Minho is a bit shocked that you’re risking it all like this. Do you really like his cock that much?
And then, Minho decides to surprise you, for a change. His hands move under you, grabbing your ass from below and slightly lifting you, but not enough for his cock to fall out. “Ready?” he asks gently, and you almost melt in his arms. So, his sweet thing is not just a facade, he is like that even when he’s balls deep inside of you.
“Give it to me,” you hiss at him, and the next second, you feel like you’re ascending. Minho is pumping you full of cock from below, bottoming out with each hard thrust. You want to respond to the comments, you want to put on a show, but you can’t.
“Want to fuck you dumb, Baby,” he grunts at you, low enough just for you to hear, and you melt again.
Your mind’s blank save for the waves of pleasure he’s causing to ripple through your body. The sex is so fucking good, and you can’t believe a guy who’s touching you for the first time can do it this well. It just doesn’t happen. “Ah fuck, Lino, just like that!”
He’s told you he’s had sex with three women before you, and it made you think Minho wasn’t going to be that good. But, since they’ve all been longer relationships, he’s clearly had more practice than you thought. You’ve never had a guy do this to you, fuck you stupid like this, make you forget all about your own rules for streaming and about the stream itself.
At this point, if Minho pushes the straps to side and exposes your cunt to the world, you probably won’t even register it, just because he’s pistoning into you from below, turning your brain and legs into mush.
“Taking it so fucking well,” he groans as he fucks you, completely lost in pleasure, thighs smacking into yours harshly. The pain is minimal in comparison to what his dick is making you feel, so you let him fuck you like that. “Taking all of me on camera, hm…”
“Lino, fuck, fuck, fuck!” There’s not much you can tell him, even though you should be focusing on putting on a show and talking dirty and telling people how good it feels to fuck a fan. The truth is, it feels a bit too good.
Minho speeds up and moans so loudly you think he’s coming. At this point, you won’t even mind—you’ve put on a show already, you came with a dick in you, and if Minho comes, the deed is done.
However, he doesn't let himself come this time. He slows down and lets your ass fall back on his hips again, hands wrapping around you tight as his mouth latches onto your neck. “Your tight pussy is swallowing me, fuck,” Minho mumbles into your skin, his warm scent engulfing you. “Almost came.”
“You can do it whenever you want to, handsome,” you whisper, turning your attention to the camera to stop gawking at the man.
The comments are asking him to give it to you rough and leave you full of cum, as expected. “You guys are really nasty tonight,” you say teasingly, fingernails grazing his thigh. “Want Lino to use me as a cumdump the first time he’s fucking me, huh?”
His cock twitches inside of you at the thought, even though it’s not happening, and you both know it. “I’ll fill all your holes tonight, Baby.”
“I know you will,” you play along, clenching around him hard. “Why don’t you give it to me from the back?”
It all goes as planned, him behind you, fucking you until his dick goes numb because he focuses on the comments and can’t possibly come when so many people are cheering for him or saying they could do it better. How do you even do this? He'd go crazy just watching people write all sort of nasty things, some very dirty, others very cruel.
Minho thinks you notice that he’s not saying much and is just staring at the place where his body meets yours, cock disappearing between your wet folds, reappearing even wetter.
He thinks so because you turn your head back and whisper, “Can’t do it?” You don't look disappointed or annoyed—you looked genuinely worried, and it kind of warms his heart.
“I, I can,” he grunts back, keeping his voice down so the entire world doesn’t realize he’s struggling to come after putting it off for so long. “Just need to stop thinking.”
“Fuck me harder then,” you say loudly now, giving him a wink. “Want to feel you deep.”
Minho does, but he’s no closer to coming than he was before, even though he’s enjoying every second of this. It’s slowly turning into overstimulation, so he’s hissing after every couple of thrusts, dying to come. Somehow, you know what’s going on, so you whisper at him, “Blowjob?”
“Please,” he begs, not even able to feel bad about it.
The next second, you push the chair away and let him pull out of you slowly, let him cover his dick with his hands so not everyone sees it. You walk over to the camera and grin. “I think I’ll do something special tonight, something you don’t always see from me. What do you think, does Lino deserve to come in my mouth?”
The comments, of course, agree, and so does Minho. You turn around and look at him questioningly, as if you’re checking if it’s okay with him, so he simply nods. And then, magic happens.
You walk up to him and gently push him backwards until his back meets the wall. Then, you get down on your knees and stick your ass out so people get a good view of your barely-covered crotch while you suck his cock, which is exactly what you do immediately after.
You take all of him so well on the first go, gagging around it while looking up at Minho, and he can’t say anything. He can’t tell the audience your mouth feels perfect, which it does, he can’t call you a slut, or tell you you’re acting needy. All he can do is gulp and cup your face, tangling the fingers of one hand in your hair and gently caressing your scalp, enjoying the way you feel under his fingertips.
That, paired with the feeling of your warm mouth around him and your tear-filled eyes looking up at him is enough to make Minho forget where he is for a while. It helps that he’s far away from the computer and can’t see any negative or nasty comments. All he sees is you, and it seems like he’s all you’re thinking about because you’re not even blinking at this point, even though tears are streaming down your face as you struggle to deepthroat him. It gets wetter by the second and Minho feels his balls tighten.
“Baby, I’ll come,” he warns you with a hiss. “Can I—fuck, where?”
You hum gently, nodding your head before continuing to suck on his cock and bobbing your head on it so he moan and kicks his head back, gently pushing his hips into you as cum spurts into your tight throat. You keep going until the very last drop is out and then you let his cock fall out of your mouth.
However, you don’t move away from him and let people see his now practically flaccid cock. Instead, you grab both his hands and pull them down to motion for him to cover himself, a gesture Minho appreciates. He would have forgotten it in all the bliss he’s feeling.
And then, you stand up and open your mouth slightly, letting some of his cum slip out of your mouth, over your bottom lip, onto your chin. You go to the camera and show it to the audience, opening your mouth to show some of the cum still pooling around it before you swallow loudly. Minho thinks he will lose his mind because of you—he’s standing on the side watching you in awe. You’ve never discussed sucking him off or swallowing his cum, so now that he’s watching you do it, he feels amazed.
Once you’ve swallowed it all, you stick your tongue out and lap at the remnants of it on your chin, humming in the process. “Sweet, just as Lino. Thanks for visiting tonight, I hope you’ve had as much fun as I have. Sorry for going a bit quiet on you, it’s hard to think straight when you’re getting rammed like that. A huge thank you to Lino for being here and for being this amazing. I see you guys liked him too. Thanks once again for being here, and have a great night! Sweet dreams!”
You log off and turn to face him with a sigh. “Well… That was something.”
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↳ changbin x reader
↳ wc: 2k
↳ genre: smut
↳ summary: changbin doesn't always have to be in control
↳ warnings: unprotected sex, soft sex, tons of praise for changbin, creampie
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Changbin’s in control.
At least, that’s how other people see it. He’s loud, he’s whiny, and he always gets his way.
Naturally, everyone assumes the same type of dynamic permeates his personal relationships. They see him get jealous when you don’t give him attention, they notice him whine teasingly until you give him a kiss or hold his hand, unashamed of asking for something so private in front of friends. And that is all true—Changbin doesn’t care who sees him asking for your hugs and kisses because he loves them too much.
But, is he in control?
Everything is equal in your relationship. Before you, Changbin used to pay for everything, be the only one who comes bearing gifts, and plan every single date. Now, it’s no longer like that.
You gasp at the idea of him paying for two dates in a row and you absolutely love getting Changbin small presents that remind you of him. Dates are usually a mutual decision, most likely something decided on a whim. He doesn’t have to hold the reins all the time, and that feels amazing.
He also used to be the person who took control in the bedroom, pounding his partners hard on every available surface out there until they couldn’t take any more. Now, when he has sex, he gets immersed in it fully. It used to be all about his dick and getting it wet—hips snapping fast, in and out, in and out, until completion.
Nowadays, it’s all so different. When you two have sex, it’s no longer just about his dick. Now, his entire body tingles, his body feels like it’s melding into yours, becoming one as he fucks you, taking his time. Changbin does love to pound into you from time to time, make you scream, grab the sheets, have you digging your nails into his back, scratch him when you get lost in pleasure. But, that’s not all you two do, and he’s thankful for the change.
That’s exactly how he feels now that you’re riding his cock—thankful.
His day was long and stressful, the stress of promotions getting to him, the need to be the best, for people to like him getting the better of him. It’s been a long day, and there’s nothing better than you using him as you please, which is why you’re sitting on his lap, straddling it, knees on each side of his body, feet hooked against his inner thigh, hands pressing down on his chest.
“You’re perfect,” he tells you after what seems like an hour of silence. Well, it wasn’t exactly silence—he’s been letting out little whines and grunts ever since you sat down on his cock, but he felt too fucked out to speak.
“You’re sweet, Binnie,” you coo at him, hand moving up to caress his cheek as you start gyrating your hips a bit faster. “So pretty. My pretty baby.”
When you say the words, Changbin looks to the side, breaking eye contact for the first time in a long time. It’s a compliment he doesn’t get often face to face, something he used to think is reserved for women only, something no other partner has ever used to address him.
“What is it?” you ask, a bit louder this time so he can hear you well over the sounds of sex. “Don’t like to hear that?”
“No, I…” Changbin tries to speak, but his voice dies down in his throat after a particularly good swirl of your hips that makes his cockhead rub against your walls in all the best ways. “I don’t mind.”
“Then why can’t you look at me, Binnie?” You’re teasing now, that much is clear by the tone of voice you’re using.
Your fingers fly up to his face and cup his chin. You use the leverage to turn his head towards you and make Changbin look at you. “Hm?”
“I don’t mind it,” he admits sheepishly, a bit entranced by the way your tits move when you’re riding him, cock filling you up just right, judging by the way your face is contorting in pleasure.
“It makes you shy?” you suggest, and you’re absolutely right, it does.
You clearly see it when his ears turn red and he breaks eye contact again, this time sighing deeply. Changbin doesn’t have to say it for you to know it.
So, your hand moves down from his face to his neck, and you wrap your fingers around it, giving it a light squeeze.
“I kind of like it when you get all shy,” you admit, hips starting to move up and down, using your feet as leverage. “It’s so hot to see you just sit here with your legs spread, all red in the face, flustered because I’m riding your cock and calling you pretty… Because that’s exactly what you are, Binnie. So fucking pretty.”
His cock reacts to your words instantly, twitching while inside of you, and his balls feel tight. He’s close, especially now that you’re looking into his eyes and saying all this. And, you’re right. All he is doing is just practically lying on the sofa naked, legs spread so you can ride him however you want, head dizzy with want, cheeks burning from your compliments. “You’re pretty,” he adds after a while, meaning it. “The prettiest.”
“Thanks, baby, but we’re not talking about me,” you say teasingly, starting to bring your hips down onto his with a lot of force that causes your bodies to make such lewd sounds. Smack, smack, smack. It’s rhythmical and sounds perfect, but it feels divine, and it’s all Changbin’s. You sound wet too—the unmistakable sound of his cock pushing deeper into your cunt and getting engulfed by wetness turns him on even more.
Unphased by the way his mouth is now hanging open as he stares at you, eyes almost closed as he approaches his high, you continue, “Tonight’s all about you, baby… You just sit there and relax and let me do all the work. And when I say you’re pretty, you don’t say it back, okay? You take the compliment instead.”
God, Changbin’s terrible at taking compliments if they’re unrelated to his work. Even then, he tries to minimize his role in it and doesn't like to be the center of attention that way. Yet, he has no choice with you. You know this about him, which is why you’re forcing him to stop saying something back.
When he nods, you speed up a bit, as if you’re rewarding him. “You’re pretty,” you tell him again. “Have the perfect eyes and lips, and the cutest hair I just want to ruffle or pull on, depending on the mood.”
The memory of you gripping his hair earlier when he went down on you rushes through Changbin’s mind and clouds his judgment, so he closes his eyes and whines loudly, feeling so close to coming.
You tsk at him and giggle. “What did we just say?”
“Uh, I, uh…” he stutters, clearing his throat before continuing. “Thank you?” Is that what you told him to do? Changbin’s unsure—he got too lost in the warmth of your pussy to think.
“You’re welcome, baby…” This time, you practically moan the pet name, which makes Changbin grunt and snap his hips into you, even though he’s not supposed to.
His sudden movement takes you by surprise, but you don’t mind. Instead, you tsk at him again, this time chuckling. “You’re so cute when you look this fucked out… Desperate.”
“Mhm,” Changbin agrees with a hum because lord knows he is as desperate as they come when he’s with you.
“A couple of compliments made you feel this way?” you tease now, using the same moaning tone of voice from earlier. “I have to tell you you’re pretty more often. Even your eyes are pretty, baby, and the way you scrunch your nose...”
When you say that, he grunts again, unable to stop it and pretend it doesn’t mean something to him.
“What are you?” you ask, and Changbin knows you’re not letting him off easy. It’s about him and making him believe stuff about himself that he’s just not used to believing.
“Desperate?” he suggests, trying to divert your attention to another aspect of himself, one that is easier to admit to, accept.
You just chuckle and start moving faster, your hand still around his neck. “You are, but what else?”
Changbin gulps, feeling embarrassed about even having to say it. “Pretty.”
“Yup,” you say happily, placing both hands on his chest and starting to ride him faster. “Good…”
With that, you lean in and kiss him slowly, gently, as if you’re just starting to have sex, as if he hasn’t been on the verge of coming for the last 15 minutes, as if you’re not drooling all over his cock and balls and the sofa.
“And handsome,” you add once you pull away from his mouth, using your feet to push yourself against his thighs and move up just to slam back down on his cock, letting it enter you fully. “So fucking handsome, Binnie… It’s hard to keep my hands off of you, let alone eyes.”
God, you’re going to ruin him. He’s your boyfriend, so he knows that you clearly love him, but he never really thinks about these things. There are definitely men who look better than him, who have more time than him, who are less tired after a week of work than he is. Yet, you’re with him.
Changbin nods, but you shake your head at him. “What are you?”
It’s embarrassing, but he has to say it, even if his cheeks are burning. At the same time, you’re riding him so well he’s about to blow—his stomach is starting to contract and the noises that leave his mouth are ungodly. “H-h—fuck, handsome!”
“Mhmm,” you hum happily. “Good, you can touch me now.”
Finally, Changbin has permission to start groping you, which he instantly does. Both his hands fly to your ass, which he starts squeezing, his fingers digging into the warm flesh while his lips latch onto your nipple, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth before he starts nibbling.
“God, I’ve missed you,” you tell him, voice getting croakier by the second. No matter what kind of a front you put up, Changbin knows you love to be in his arms, you love his touches and kisses, and you love fucking him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and you use the leverage to pull his head back and make him face you. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” he breathes in between loud grunts as he feels it approaching. It was the permission to finally touch you that did him in after the entire night of just sitting there and letting you do everything without being able to touch you. The second he felt your ass cheeks in his palms and your nipple in his mouth, it was game over for Changbin. “Wanna fill you up… Fuck yourself full of cum for me.”
It’s your turn to moan and look fucked out now as you start jumping up and down as much as you can considering you’re practically in his arms. Still, you did a fucking wonderful job of milking his orgasm out of him with your tight walls. “More, baby, mo—ah!” Changbin grunts, but has to stop and moan when he feels it.
You don’t still, even though it’s clear his cock is spurting semen inside of you, covering your walls. When you want to torture him, you stop in the middle of it and just let him come like that, cock leaking cum without any of you two moving a muscle, except for the occasional sneaky clench of your pussy around him.
“Please, more, fuck!” Changbin’s moans only seem to spur you on. So, you grab his shoulders and continue moving up and down, until you’re sure all of it is out, until your boyfriend plops back down and leans against the sofa, until he pulls you in closer so you’re lying on his chest, his cock still pulsating inside of you.
Changbin’s not in control, but he doesn’t have to be. He prefers it this way anyway.
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okay but also thinking about felix and an equally as horny s/o just fucking themselves out on each other. perhaps you’re on top of him, riding his dick as he holds you close to him, chest to chest. you’re both just cute little whimpering messes while not a single thought in your head as you cum and cum. and the way you’re bouncing on his cock lets the tip of it ram right onto that gushy spot, sending shocks through your body. plus, you can practically feel him deep in your stomach, too.
both of you begging the other to let them cum as if you’re both not leaking with it; and even from an outside perspective: the sloppy, wet sounds of felix’s cum being fucked back into you is more than enough to prove it. it all feels too good you can’t stop until you both have cum at least one more time </3
i love this minho pic i think it radiates big boyfriend energy 🥺💞
oh, it really does !!! ;v; lino ><
hehe fluff <3, smut-ish. making out, groping, lino is a silly, giggly boy and i am very soft
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a bare-faced minho sits by his bed, phone in hand, chest half exposed, and just being… hot by doing the bare minimum.
“you’ll be the death of me, lee minho,” your half-hearted complaint is muffled against one of his pillows but he hears it loud and clear from his place on the floor.
he smiles, looking up from his phone. “what was that?”
“nothing,” you grumble after lifting your head off the pillow, rolling over to poke at him. “get in bed?”
“oh?” raising a brow, he takes your hand and gets up from the floor. “was that an invitation or a demand?”
minho plants his knees on either side of your legs, not entirely trapping you but giving him enough space to hover over your flustered self if he decides to cage you in with his arms. he sits awkwardly on your knees, continuing to observe you in amusement with your hand still in his. then, with a cock of his head, asks, “would you like me to give you a little show?”
the question sounds innocent at first, playful even, especially since he had that teasing smile on his absurdly handsome face. then it suddenly isn’t. his arms don’t cage you in like you expect it to, but his hands have slowly made themselves over the sides of your thighs, up your waist and under your shirt. you watch his hands the entire time, not realizing how his eyes have never left your face. eyebrows shooting up when he hears you suck in a breath when his hands loom just under your breasts, he chuckles to himself.
“i guess silence does mean yes,” he’s already hiked your shirt up above your stomach, just a little bit more and he’d expose your bare chest. “aren’t i going too fast though?” and then he retreats his hands, leaving your arched back to slump back on the soft covers of his mattress.
this son of a–
“words, sweetie,” gripping your thighs once more, he lifts himself up and finally makes himself comfortable on your lap. “contrary to popular belief, i can’t actually read your mind.”
“that’s a bummer then,” you tsk, getting more impatient. grabbing him by the zipper of his hoodie, you pulled him closer and he’s forced to plant his hands on either side of your face. “i thought you knew i’m calling you’re a little shit all this time.”
“well, now i know. see? isn’t it nice to say what’s on your mind?” he grins, eyes trailing to your lips now. “you know what’s better than speaking up though?”
“oh, just shut up and kiss me.” you roll your eyes, smiling when he begins leaning in.
i'm only posting this now bc i forgot about it in my drafts rip
~here’s a lil reminder that hard hours are now closed :)~
during one hour when I was running hard hours, i received *four* jeongin requests 👀 so i'm going to break them up between other idols/members -- tldr: maknae on top indeed 😏
jeongin + 😘 (CW: mention of drinking games, reader not included)
~"so, we-um, we're supposed to--" "--kiss?" the closet with which you had been exiled to smelled overwhelmingly of dust, old beach chairs, and mothballs. even this far into your life, you never expected to find yourself in this position again. jeongin, your friend of a friend scratched the back of his white-bleached hair trying to find something to do. outside the thin wood door, it was likely that one of your friends was listening to see if anything was really happening. if this was their idea to end your drought, it was starting out to be pretty shit. "yeah. i think we're supposed to." you answered to the tune of beer-pong taking place at full volume. "this is really...um--we don't have to kiss! we can just chill out here. they won't even notice anyway, they're all drunk off their asses." you studied him: the shy younger member of the group who had clearly been dragged along to get out of his room. it wasn't like he wasn't cute. he was--terribly. to hell with it. you thought to yourself after noticing how the boy's eyes practically sparkled "one kiss. if you want." jeongin sputtered and looked about the room--as if there was much to look at besides coats. "n-now?" "yeah, like i said, if you want." the younger man wet his lips, becoming more flustered and adorable by the second. "sure. just one." he agreed, sliding closer to where you both sat cross-legged on the floor. you thought it best to reach out for him first, so you did. his cheeks were peachy-soft, and the straight edge of his jaw was even more surprising. he didn't taste sour from alcohol, nor was he eager like some of the others would have been. jeongin simply kissed you back tenderly and carefully--perhaps like he was nervous to make a mistake. he felt good, comforting somehow. one kiss might have turned into two, or one quite long one; you weren't sure of the definitions, but you settled into a rhythm with him and even made your way to his space to sit between his legs. the door opened at "times-up" letting in the gasps and raucous laughter of your friends who's plan actually worked.
~here’s a lil reminder that hard hours are now closed :)~
FRICK anon, you're really coming at me with this combo here h e l p
changbin+🧊 (and I OOP)
~it started with the aircon went out...then it got much, much worse after that. clothes were too hot, so were the sheets, even taking a shower couldn't satiate you for long enough. you and your roommate sat back to back, taking advantage of the two fans blowing in your direction with blows of ice positioned in front of them. changbin's back was sticky with sweat when he would brush against you, and each time that he did, he was sure to earn a teasing slap. "I'm dying in here!!" he groaned, pulling up his sleeves to his shoulders. "i'm taking my shirt off. this is it. this is just as much as I can take." changbin ripped it off his head, then cast the soiled shirt aside as if it were disgusting. your eyes wandered to the the bowl of ice situated in front of the fan, mind lulling from the heat, but also from your consideration of the idea..."bin, come here, i've got an idea." your roommate turned with black strands of hair stuck to his forehead. "yeah?" from the bowl you took two of the larger cubes in your hand, and cupped them. "trust me with this." you assured his alarmed expression gently. you took the cubes to his back, and ran them down, just slowly enough not to startle him. "oh." he sighed, ending it off with a shiver. "that feels really good." immediately he reached for his bowl to do the same to you. "shirt off?" he prompted. you were hot already, but your face and chest grew sweltering from the prospect. you did so, timidly taking it off for him to trace the cubes all down your back and reaching up to your neck too. the startling cool revived your body, and the closeness to your friend made itself well known. the cubes melted into nothing in your hands as you swiped more over his torso, down to just above his bellybutton. "w-wait.." he stammered, breathing heavier than before. "what?" you asked, water pooling in your hand. your roommate smirked at last, carefully bringing his pruned and cold hand to your shoulder. he reached behind you, pulling at another cube, then popped it onto his pink tongue. "lets...try something." changbin added with his gaze turning more smug. your roommate advanced, and your mouth flooded with the cold.
♡ binniesthighs 6 months of hornies anniversary collab ♡
for my six month birthday (hehe) with binniesthighs, i’d love for us to have a lil party! it’s been so fun to have this blog and getting to know all of you cuties!! let’s write together!!! let the hornies (or fuzzies) run wild! <3
➜the scoop!
slots open till: May 14, 2021
first deadline: June 1, 2021
collab end: June 21, 2021 (ro’s bday hehe)
*you are free to drop at any time, just let me know at least a week in advance please!
~depending on interest, submissions will be posted one per day till the 21st!
~also depending on interest, i could make a lil discord for us to plan! (i just need to learn how to make one first LOL)
see prompt list below!
➜accepted content!
fanfics 500 words and longer
sfw and nsfw works accepted :)
self inserts for any kind of reader (female, male, gender neutral)
MUST be consensual! Non-con content is not permitted.
all genres are welcome! (fluff, smut, angst)
the sky is the limit! :D
➜fanfic prompts (tropes!)
for this collab, prompting will be based around tropes! i’ve included my faves!
**limited to two slots per trope however i would love if we could fill one for each!
***slots will be first come first serve, so please let me know as soon as possible which one you would like to write for!
arranged marriage
bang or die
boarding school au
college au
enemies to lovers
established relationship
fake relationship
fantasy au
first time au
friends to lovers
hurt comfort
idol au
inspired by a song
in vino veritas (drunken confession)
milf or dilf
mutual pining
poly relationship
power dynamics
pwp
roommates to lovers
slow burn
soulmate au
strangers to lovers
unrequited love
**once the tropes are assigned/ the collab call is closed on 05/14, I’ll make a calendar to schedule the release of each fic!
➜rules!
MUST be 18+ to join this collab (and have this listed on your account for me to check too–this is a part of my account rules)
before submitting, please be sure to properly tag your writing piece for all potentially triggering content as well as all sexually explicit content.
when writing, please keep in mind that fanfics are meant to be written about anyone, so please refrain from using language that might exclude certain readers from relating to a fic (such as mentioning specific skin colors, hair types and body types)
➜how to join!
reblog this post and in the tags you can say something like “i’d love to join!”
send me an ask or dm telling me which trope and member you’d like to write for!
if you’d like to be a part of the discord server too please let me know!
