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Feb 20, 2017

can you please do camboy!jimin? thank you x

OMFG I AM SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING 5002098092848 YEARS TO FINALLY FINISH AND POST THIS!!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO TAKE THIS LONG BUT LIFE JUST GRABBED ME BY MY HAIR AND DRAGGED ME AWAY KICKING AND SCREAMING!!!

Okay, enough screaming. I truely am sorry to you anon for making you wait this long for your prompt but it is finally here! So this prompt was meant to be… not tooo long…. but now it is sooooo :s

If this isn’t what you wanted anonnie, then please message me and I’ll write you up a different fic. :)

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What!?

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Jimin hadn’t meant to screech the word so loudly –especially with them being in the middle of a café – but he couldn’t help it.He was sure he was hearing things, sure his ears were blocked or faulty becausehe most certainly did nothear Kim Taehyung just suggest Jimin become a camboy.

And Kim Taehyung sat there across from Jimin, expressionserene as he gazed back, and Jimin was about to launch himself over the top of the table to strangle the life outof his friend – other patrons of the café and jail time be damned – because howthe fuck could Taehyung look so calmafter proposing something like this?

“I said you should be a camboy.” Taehyung’s voice wassteady, his movements chic as he picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip, eyesnot leaving Jimin’s the whole time.

“You and I are officially no longer friends,” Jimin hissed, snatchingup is own beverage, only to choke on it as he tried to drink it as fast as hecould to get the hell out of there. He was making a scene no doubt but hereally couldn’t give a damn right now.

“Calm down Jiminnie, it-”

“Calm down?” The look Jimin gave the blonde was incredulous.“How can I calm down when you say shit like that? How?”

“Jimin-”

But the shorter was interrupting once more, “How could youeven suggest something like that anyway?”

“Because I think you’d make a great camboy,” was the reply.

Jimin’s features twisted into appalled indignation andTaehyung wanted to slap himself for his tactless response. “Jimin, that wasn’twhat I meant.”

“Oh, and just what the hell do you mean then?”

“Jimin, please don’t be mad,” Taehyung murmured as hereached out to grasp Jimin’s free hand within his own. “It’s just… camboys arepractically worshipped when they are on the camera and you… you’re so beautifuland precious inside and out.” His eyes were earnest and sincere. “You deserveto be worshipped, Jiminnie. That’s why I think you’d make a great camboy.”

Shit, Jimin wasblushing. He could feel it, the warmth, within his cheeks and the bridge of hisnose, down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. “That…” he stuttered, eyesflickering left and right, anywhere but at his friend. “You… Don’t say thingslike that, it’s embarrassing!”

Curling over, Jimin buried his face against the crook of hisarm, flushing more when Taehyung cooed at him being ‘too cute to be human’ andruffling his dark hair. He gave a childish whine, pushing the hand off hishead, causing the taller man to chuckle.

“Seriously Jimin, you’d be great as a camboy. Your naturalgood looks coupled with your sweet personality would make you an instant hit.”

“Oh, and you are certain about this, I suppose?” Jimin askedas he finally lifted his head, an eyebrow raised.

“I’ve watched enough camboys to know what are the crowdfavourites, and you, Jimin my good friend, are a crowd favourite.”

Biting his lip softly, Jimin dropped his eyes to hisinterlaced hands, twisting his fingers together uncertainly. “I don’t know,Tae… What if-”

“Besides,” Taehyung interrupted, pausing to take another sipof his drink. “Didn’t you tell me just the other day that you needed moremoney?”

“Yeah but…”

“Being a camboy means you can potentially make $1000 or morea week, and you don’t even have to cam every day of the week to get that much –just 2-3 days can get you that amount.” Taehyung leaned forward then, eyesserious. “I suggest you don’t do it every day though cause, while it’s not asphysically tiring as a manual labour job might be, being a camboy is exhaustingin its own way.”

Leaning back once more, Taehyung continued, “You should dothe recording on nights where you have nothing on the next day because,firstly, most people will come to watch you later in the night, and secondly,the longer you record, the more you will earn during that recording session. Anhour should be the minimum, two or more is ideal.”

“Two or more?”

“Yeah! It’ll give you time to talk with your viewers, forgeconnections and all that jazz, and to figure out what they are into. You cantease them with that, you know, not doing it outright, and that way, they’llpay you to see those things. It’ll also give time for more people to join theroom.”

Jimin stared at Taehyung mutely as the taller rattled offmore and more information, looking totally at ease as he went on. The blondesounded like a pro, sounded so certain of what he was saying, almost like hehad –

A sudden thought hit Jimin and he leaned forward slightly,eyes widening. “Taehyung-ah?” The shorter male waited until his friend waspaying full attention, eyes locked with his and head tilted in a questioningmanner. “Are you… are you a camboy?”

“What!? No!” Taehyung yelped, looking shocked at the query.

“Then how the fuck do you know all this?”

“I’ve…” The light haired boy got a strange look on his face,eyes narrowing as he glanced around. “…been researching…”

“You’re a camboy…”

“No, Jimin!” Taehyung gave a quiet sigh, staring down at thetable, and Jimin was surprised to see a soft blush cross his cheeks. “I justwanted to get as much information for you as possible, so that you would knowproperly what you might be getting into.”

“Oh…” Jimin’s own eyes dipped lower, watching as the tallerboy’s fingers tapped a silent rhythm onto the tabletop. The small dancer hadn’texpected that answer and it made his heart warm that his friend would go tosuch lengths for him – even if it was about an idea Taehyung had come up withhimself.

“Just…” Taehyung hesitated, giving the other an uncertainlook. “You don’t have to but… maybe give it a try? If you’re reallyuncomfortable, I’ll promise to never ever mention it, or anything like this,ever again. I just… I really think you would be a great camboy, and it’s probablyone of the safer job like things you can get, you know?”

“Safe? Sticking my face on the internet isn’t what I’d callsafe, TaeTae…”

“I mean health-risk wise, smartass.”

They fell into comfortable silence, small smiles on theirfaces. This whole conversation most certainly hadn’t been what Jimin thoughtTaehyung wanted to talk about when they’d arranged to meet at the café – he’dbeen thinking something more along the lines of what prank they could pull onJungkook for his ‘coming of age ceremony.’

Jimin thought over Taehyung’s proposition, weighing up thepros and cons of doing something like this. If things worked out, Jimin couldbe making a good amount of money without risk of physical injury and all in thecomfort of his own home – an environment where he called all the shots.

But, if he went through with this, he would be putting hisface – not to mention his body – out there, on the internet, for people to seeand, essentially, masturbate to. And not just a few people, but potentiallyhundreds of people! It was a scary thought, knowing that so many strangers maybe watching you – a shiver ran down Jimin’s spine.

“Alright, I’ll give it a try.” Jimin felt just as shocked asTaehyung looked when the words tumbled from his lips. The two stared at eachother silently for a long moment before the blonde spoke up.

“You… seriously?”

For several seconds, Jimin didn’t answer, a hint of doubtholding him back. He knew if he said no, Taehyung would drop the subjectforever, but… “Y-yeah… I’ll do it.” The smile that lit up Taehyung’s face waslike sunshine itself, nearly blinding Jimin in its intensity.

“Ah, that’s awes- that’s good, that’s good,” Taehyung said,making a visible effort to keep his excitement in check. The attempt wasquickly ended as he broke out into childish giggles, causing Jimin to roll hiseyes.

“You are such a freak…” Jimin murmured good-naturedly.

“But I’m your freak!”

They burst out laughing, Jimin covering his mouth asTaehyung tilted his head back. They managed to calm down, losing it again whenthey spotted Seokjin, who had just finished serving a customer, giving them thestink eye, a silent threat in the set of his mouth.

“Tae,” Jimin piped up several minutes after they’d settled.“Will I… will I really make over a thousand a week?”

“Not at first,” Taehyung answered after a moment ofcontemplation, unfolding and re-folding his serviette. “You’d have to becomereasonably popular to be able to make that kind of cash.”

“Ahh, that makes sense…”

“I wouldn’t worry about that though,” Taehyung muttered ashe stretched his arms over his head, arching his spine to release the tensionthat had built up in his lower back. “I’m certain you’ll gather a fanbase superquick.”

“How can you be so sure?”

The look Taehyung gave Jimin could only be interpreted as ‘bitch please’ and the shorter raised hiseyebrow in response. “I just know.”

“That isn’t an answer!”

“I said earlier didn’t I? You’re a crowd favourite!”

“What does that even mean Taehyung? How am I a crowd favourite?” Jimin’s tone was exasperated, a frowndarkening his face.

“Well, first off, you didn’t get the nickname Jibooty for no reason,” Taehyung began ina matter-of-fact tone, completely ignoring Jimin’s scandalised look. “Everybodylikes a plump ass and, Jimin, yours is like a cushion – as in its hellacushiony.”

“Did you just seriously compare my ass to a cushion?” Jimin yelped, something akinto horror in his voice. “What the hell man!?

“On top of that,” Taehyung continued as if Jimin hadn’tspoken. “You’re a good-looking individual. And, because of your highcheekbones, you usually have this rather… soft and innocent look about you. Butthere are times when you turn into the complete opposite – like when you do adance performance. Your expression goes all sexy and predatory and it’shonestly a complete turn on.”

“Taehyung!” Jimin could feel theblush rising to his cheeks, unsure of how to feel about the words spilling fromthe taller’s lips.

“It’s true! And viewers will like that – the idea that theycan have an angel or a devil to masturbate to.”

“You sound like such a horndog – how much porn do you watchto know all this?” Taehyung flashed a smirk, throwing in a saucy wink for addedaffect and Jimin rolled his eye at the display. Taehyung was a dork – a horny dork,granted, but still a dork.

“The biggest thing that makes you a crowd favourite is yourflexibility. Most, if not all, thepeople who watch you will be imagining themselves with you and, once they seehow flexible you are, it will send them absolutely wild thinking of whatpositions they can put you into and just how far they can bend you – not tomention, in the case of bondage, all the crazy and exciting ways you would beable to be tied up in!”

Jimin was sure his face was about to burst into flames – ormelt, that worked too – from how hot his cheeks were. He couldn’t believe thatTaehyung was saying all this with a straightfucking face. How was the boy so calm despite the topic of conversation?

“Even I’ve wondered about just how far you can bend.”Taehyung’s eyes widened then, like he’d been hit by an epiphany, and he staredat Jimin for a long moment. “Can you suck yourself off?”

“Oh my god, Taehyung!” Jimin shrieked, almostchoking on his saliva. “What the fuck!?How can you – what the – are you even – oh my – I can’t-” Jimin wasn’t evensure what he was trying to say, so he pointed an accusatory finger at the lighthaired man.

Taehyung stared at him with a confused expression, a perplexedfrown on his face. “I don’t get what the big deal is – it’s just a question…”

“Just… just a question? How can you even ask…” Jimin brokeoff with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Well,” Taehyung murmured after several seconds. “Can you?”

“No, of course I can’t! Are you an idiot?”

“Hey man, that’s fricking rude, and uncalled for.”

“Oh, and asking me if I can suck my own dick isn’t?”

Rather suddenly, two coffee filled takeaway cups were placedin front of the boys and, looking up, they saw it was Seokjin who had deliveredthem. Before either of them could thank him, the older man was speaking, voicelow and admonitory.

“If you two don’t shut up and leave right this instant, yourhyung is going to become a murderer.” The smile that curved his lips was fartoo sweet – bordering on creepy – and his eyes were impassive as they gazedbetween them.

Never had Jimin nor Taehyung left a room as quickly as theydid at that moment, nearly crashing into the door in their haste. They heardSeokjin call out a cheery ‘I hope you enjoyed your stay’ as they slipped out –they didn’t dare look back.

^^^^^^^^

Frowning in contemplation, Jimin adjusted the camera forwhat felt like the thousandth time in the past five minutes. Peering throughthe viewfinder once more, he sighed, giving up as he walked over to his bed,flopping down face first into the sheets.

The past few days had been extremely busy for Jimin, withhim running around to be properly prepared for this moment. Four days ago, hehad gone out to buy himself the tripod the camera sat upon and a bigger, bettermemory card. Three days ago, Jimin had to go out again because he’d bought thewrong sized SD card – if he had just fucking checked his stupid camera like asmart person…

Two days ago, Jimin had borrowed a waxing kit from Seokjin –he lied and said he’d lost a bet with Taehyung and this was the punishment whenthe older asked why Jimin wanted it – but, as it was rather late when he gotit, held off on waxing until the next day. After doing a bit of research in themorning – Jimin had never waxed himself, okay, he didn’t want to hurt himselfor anything – Jimin had promptly gotten down to business.

Less than five minutes later, Jimin was ready to call itquits, the skin along his legs stinging like he’d been poke with a thousand hotneedles. He’d forced himself to continue, cursing Taehyung with every curse, inevery language, that he knew the whole time. By the end of the torture session– self-inflicted though it may be – Jimin was ready to call up his best friendand scream abuse and bloody murder through the phone until his voice washoarse.

(Not for the first time, Jimin wondered why he hadn’t chosenJungkook to be his best friend – at least the younger wouldn’t talk Jimin intobeing a camboy and waxing his body to ‘appear more appealing to the audience.’)

And now, here Jimin was, setting up for the recording,double checking and triple checking his equipment, anxiety and trepidation wellingup in his stomach as his ‘death’ timer – as Jimin had taken to calling it –counted down to the big ‘00.00’

Sitting up slowly, Jimin began to internally fret. He’d beenso busy the past few days that he’d barely had time to let his worries plaguehim. But now they consumed him, bouncing around his head at a dizzying speed.What if he screwed up? What if they didn’t like him? What if he was boring?What if he wasn’t good enough? What if-

The bedroom door flung open, smacking into the wall with aloud crack, causing Jimin to jolt and yelp, almost tumbling off the bed. Handsclasped tight against his chest, he stared over at the figure in the doorway,the smile being sent his way bright and cheerful – not a sign of guilt present.

“Hey, Jimin!” Taehyung crowed as he stepped into the room,eyes falling upon the camera. “Ah, you’ve set up already. Awesome!”

Jimin stared at his friend like the blonde had grown anotherhead, face twisted into a mortified expression. “What are you doing here!?” hesqueaked, wincing internally at the sound, when he finally managed to find hisvoice.

“I’m here to help of course!” Taehyung replied in asing-song tone. “What kind of friend would I be if I just threw you into thedeep end without so much as a floatation device?” He leaned forward slightly,voice lowering into an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Not a very good one,that’s for sure.” Then he was straightening again, speaking boisterously oncemore. “And I, Kim Taehyung, am your floatation device.”

“No!” Jimin instantly barked out, shaking his headfrantically. “No, you are most certainly not! You are going to get the fuck outof the apartment and I’m going to film myself. Alone!” Jimin knew his words were a bit harsh, but he was currentlyin panic mode – he’d apologize later, he was certain.

Instead of listening to Jimin, Taehyung strode over to thebed, holding the box awkwardly in one hand, his other fiddling with the latch.“Now Jimin, you know I can’t do that. As I just said, I’m here to help you! Notonly are you going to need someone to help you keep calm, because, let’s faceit, you are such a panic merchant, but you’ll also need someone to give youtips and pointers. Not to mention – what the fuck is up with this latch? Idon’t remember it being this hard to open earlier…”

“Tae, seriously, go. I’m not having you here while I filmmyself being naked and shit! I don’tcare if you want to give me tips. Just watch the live cam and then give-”

“A-ha!” Taehyung cried as the latch finally sprung open,evidently ignoring Jimin’s words. “Victorious at last!” He grinned boxily downat the black haired male, a cheeky edge to the smile. “Now, as my first actionof help! Here, you’ll need these.” And with those words, Taehyung upended thecontents of his box onto the sheets beside Jimin.

Jimin took one glance at what Taehyung had dumped on his bedand gave a surprised squeak, jolting away from the items like they were goingto hurt him. A small mountain of sex toys laid innocently – or as innocently assex toys could – beside him.

“What the fuck Tae!?” Jimin’s voice was pinched, eyes wideas he stared at the offending objects. “Where the hell did you get so manydildos and vibrators-” he broke off for a moment, eyes squinting. “Is that afucking butt plug!? Tae, what the –why do you have a butt plug? Actually, no, don’t answer that!” He’d seen Taehyungopening his mouth from the corner of his eye, and Jimin just knew he didn’twant to hear whatever answer the taller was going to say.

“I told you,Jiminnie, I’m here to help!”

“You’ve said that already! But… why did you bring these?” Jimin asked, finally pulling his eyesaway from the sex toys to peer up at his friend, expression a mix betweenbaffled and embarrassed.

Taehyung only stared back, looking confounded at the darkhaired dancer’s words. “Ummm… So you could use them?”

“What? Why would I use them?”

“Jimin…” Taehyung was instantly frowning down at the boy,eye narrowed curiously. “You weren’t planning to just jerk off were you?” Thesmaller male’s cheeks burning an intense crimson was answer enough. “Jimin, didyou check out any of the channels I told you about? Did you even look up asingle camboy video?”

“W-well…”

“Jimin!” This time, Taehyung’s tone was a whine, an almostpained exasperation etched into his features.

“I’m sorry! I just – I meant to, I swear – but I was busy,and I forgot… and it’s kinda… embarrassing… and-”

“Jimin,” Taehyung spoke, voice gentle and patient – even ifthere was a subtly vexed edge to his words. “It’s been well over two weekssince you decided to do this. You’ve had plenty of time to check a video.”

“I know, but…”

“You can’t just jerk off for these. If you do, you won’t getmany viewers. That is the reason I told you to watch a video, so that you couldget an idea of what to do and what people like.” Taehyung gave a little smile,supressing a chuckle. “You’ve always been the type to get anxious when youdon’t fully understand something new.”

The smaller male stayed quiet, staring down at the floorwith a soft frown. Taehyung was right – of course he was right (he always waswhen it came to Jimin’s anxieties). Jimin had avoided watching anything camboyrelated, even when he had the time to, scared to find out what kind of thingshe would have to do. Jimin was shy by nature, only able to act confident whenhe was with those he was truly comfortable with – or when he was drunk off hisass. Despite how much he tried to psyche himself up, this kind of thing wasoverly daunting.

“Jimin?” came Taehyung’s soft murmur, an edge of concern inhis voice.

“Tae, I…” Jimin lifted his gaze once more, gnawing at hisbottom lip. “I-I don’t think I can do it – I can’t… I can’t do it. What if they – what if I – I don’t know-” he brokeoff, shaking his head. “I’m too…”

Taehyung reached down, laying a gentle hand on hisdistressed friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay Jimin. You don’t have to do it if youdon’t want, so don’t worry so much.” He smiled lightly at the boy, giving asoft squeeze to the stocky shoulder under his palm.

Nodding slightly, Jimin relaxed a little, looking infinitelyrelieved, returning the grin, albeit weakly. He fiddled with his fingers,sighing faintly before letting out a quiet, almost amused, chuckle. “It’sfunny,” he began, glancing over to the camera. “But, even though I’m kindascared by the idea of people seeing me like this… I was also kinda… I don’tknow… excited, I suppose? Argh.” He ruffled his hair, a frustrated frowntilting down the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know…”

The taller gave a hum, like he was contemplating something.“Like I said, Minnie, you don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to,” Taehyungmurmured, leaning back, rolling his shoulders. He was quiet for a moment beforecontinuing. “But, you could do a practice run, if you wanted.”

“A… a practice run?”

“Yeah. Like, film yourself to get used to it, get a feel forit and to see if you really want to do it.”

“So… I wouldn’t have to live stream it? Or upload it later?”Jimin queried, licking his lips nervously.

“Of course not!” Taehyung said in a cheery tone. “It’sliterally a way for you to try it and see if you want to go through with the realthing! If not.” He shrugged. “No harm done.”

Biting his lip, Jimin thought over the suggestion beforenodding. “Okay, I’ll do that. It’s not like anything bad can happen…”

“Exactly!” Taehyung beamed at the other, spinning around towalk over to the camera. “I’ll start recording for you.” Stepping behind thecamera, he fiddle with it, angling the camera slightly higher to properlycapture Jimin and the bed and zooming in a bit before finally clicking therecord button. “Action, Minnie!”

Jimin only stared back at Taehyung, face blank aside from asingle raised eyebrow. The younger boy made a ‘hurry up’ motion with his hand, peeringdown at the small camera screen. “Tae?” Jimin’s tone was a strange mix ofexasperation, annoyance and confusion and the blonde finally lifted his head.“What are you doing?”

Taehyung blinked owlishly, like he couldn’t understandJimin’s word – Jimin was beginning to think other was doing it to rile him up(surely Tae couldn’t be that dense, could he?). He glanced between the deviceand Jimin several times before answering with an almost perplexed, “Manning thecamera?”

“Why?”

“Because you can’t man the camera and be practicing at the same time.”

“Why are you manning the camera?” Jimin could feel a veinthrobbing in his neck as irritation began boiling inside him.

“I’m here to monitor you.”

The smaller man’s eyes budged out of his head, disbeliefetched into his features. “What?”Jimin felt like he’d been saying that a lot lately – admittedly, Taehyung hadbeen giving him a lot of reasons to.

“I’m here to monitor you,” Taehyung repeated, slower thistime, like he was speaking to a slow-witted child. “You know, so I can give youtips and pointers.”

“No!”

“No?”

“No!”

“Why?”

“W-why?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Taehyung!”

“Jimin?”

“Y-you can’t stay here when I’m about to film myself being…being all naked and shit! You can’t. You have to go. Quick.”

“Jimin, you practically admitted you haven’t watched asingle video about camboys, so how do you expect to know what to do on-screen?Do you know which way to talk or look when on cam? Remember, you can’t justjerk off.”

Jimin faltered, looking rather like a deer caught inheadlights, eyes rounded and lip worried between his teeth. He attempted tothink up something, anything, tocounter Taehyung’s accurate questions, but nothing came to mind.

Dammit, he hated it when the other was right.

When Jimin remained silent for too long, Taehyung spoke upagain. “That’s where I come in! I know very well what you have to do, and Ihave different tricks and stuff that you can use to make yourself both relaxedand confident and super appealing to the audience.”

“I don’t know, Tae,” Jimin mumbled, finger fiddling with theleg of his shorts. “Wouldn’t it…. Wouldn’t it be weird? And awkward?” His eyeslifted to Taehyung, anxiety clear in his chocolate irises.

The blonde gave a hum, like he was thinking over theshorter’s words, before giving a soft, soothing grin. “Only if we let it.”

The older male couldn’t help the amused snort that escapedhim, corners of his lips twitching. “You’re always so optimistic.”

“Someone has to be!”

Pausing in his fidgeting, Jimin licked his lips, glancing upat Taehyung once more. “Promise me things won’t get weird or awkward or… or different between us?”

“Nothing bad is going to happen to our relationship,Jiminnie, I promise.”

Jimin sighed softly, breathing out an, ‘Okay,’ as hestraightened up. His fingers danced nervously along the hemline of his shirt.“So… I just get undressed, right?”

“Nah, not straight away,” Taehyung began, waving his hand ina dismissive manner. “You can start by just talking, you know, saying hi andasking how everyone is. You should get to know your viewers a bit before gettinginto anything heavy. Take the first twenty to thirty minutes to becomeacquainted, then you can start thinking about getting undressed, ‘kay?”

“So I just… I talk for now?”

“Yep!” Taehyung replies, popping the ‘p.’ “We’ll probablyspeed things up a bit today but for the real deal, take it slower. Ah, it mightbe a good idea to think of things to talk about before starting a session.”

“What should I talk about?” Jimin was starting to feel likehe needed a notebook to write everything down – he was sure he’d end upforgetting most of what Taehyung had told him by the end of the day.

“You could pretty much talk about whatever. You can talkabout your day, things you like or dislike, favourite bands, pretty muchanything. If you don’t know what to talk about, ask your viewers about theirday or their hobbies. They’ll like that you’re interested. You could even talkabout things you like to do sexually, they’ll really like that.” Jimin tilted his head, pretending he hadn’t hearthat last part, and thought, fingers tapping against his thigh, until thetaller said, ‘Just start by saying hi, Minnie,’ gesturing at the camera.

“Ah,” Jimin coughed softly, eyes turning to the device,running his teeth over his bottom lip. “Hello… My name’s Jimin. It’s, ah, niceto meet you all…” His eyes flickered up to Taehyung, seeking approval. Taehyungnodded encouragingly, boxy smile in place. “Umm, how is everyone doing today?I-”

Before Jimin could get any further, Taehyung piped up witha, ‘we’re good, Chim Chim!’ voice high pitched and overly cheerful. When thesmall male blinked up at him questioningly, the other simply answered with,‘I’m you viewers, duh.’

Clearing his throat, Jimin decided to just go with it,continuing to talk about nothing in particular, Taehyung interjecting atdifferent intervals with random responses, some of them so ridiculous, it hadJimin laughing or rolling his eyes. Without even realising it, he had begun torelax, limbs no longer rigid with the stress of what was to come.

Then, all too quickly, Taehyung was telling Jimin it wastime to get to the main event, and all the tension was back, shouldersstiffening and belly clenching in agitation. He sucked in a steadying breathbefore lifting the shirt up over his head, dropping it to the floor by hisfeet. This was fine, Jimin told himself, Taehyung had seen him shirtlesscountless times. In fact, both boys had seen each other in just their underwearmore time then they bothered to count. This wasn’t anything special, not atall.

So why was Jimin’s insides flip-flopping and his skintingling in the same way it had when he’d developed a crush on one of hisupperclassmen, or the first time he’d had sex? This was just Taehyung, dammit,he shouldn’t be so… so aware ofyounger boy.

Wetting his lips, Jimin slowly slipped his sweatpants downhis legs, kicking them away once they’d pooled at his feet. His fingers twistedin the bedsheets, hesitant to get fully naked, hesitant to bare himself sofully to his best friend.

“Ding!”

Jimin jumped at the suddenness of Taehyung exclamation, wideeyes jumping to the light haired man. “D-ding?” he stammered in confusion.

“When someone gifts you tokens – a token is money, by theway – a ding sounds to let you know. Usually, when someone gives tokens, itcomes with some kind of request. You can set up a system of, depending on howmany tokens someone gifts, depends on the kind of request they can give,”Taehyung informed, hands moving as if he were presenting a diagram.

“Me, as your viewer, have just sent you some tokens,” hecontinued without pause. “And my request is… ummm…. Do a strip tease with yourunderwear?”

Jimin’s eyes flew wide, nearly falling out of his head forthe second time in what felt like less than ten minutes. “No! Tae, you…!”

“You don’t want to?”

“No, I don’t!”

“Ah,” Taehyung hummed, nodding minutely. “If not, then itmight be better to not go through with this. Your viewers are going to ask alot more of you and if this is too much, then you’ll probably die when they askthe more intense requests.”

“It’s not… It’s not that… I can do it but… not right now…”The shorter was avoiding Taehyung’s eyes, gaze drifting back and forth acrossthe floor.

“Alright… how about something else?”

“Yeah, okay, that sounds good.”

“Without taking off your underwear, palm yourself intoerection.”

Jimin positively choked on his inhale, curling forward andcoughing hard because, umm, what?Taehyung wanted Jimin to do what!? The dark haired dancer liftedhis eyes to the other, but Taehyung didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“Jimin, I know you’re worried about our relationship beingwrecked by this, but I already said not to worry. Nothing’ll happen, I’ll makesure of it.” Taehyung’s voice was soothing and soft, the deep tone doingnothing to quiet Jimin’s nervous like it usually did, his heart picking upspeed instead. “If you really can’t do it, then we’ll just stop altogether,yeah?”

The little dancer fell silent, frowning down at his bareknees. He could feel the doubt creeping back in, making him uncertain andfearful, making him wonder if he was good enough to do this. He knew it wassilly. This video wasn’t going up after all, and only Taehyung would see himlike this.

But that was what scared Jimin the most, Taehyung seeing himnaked, bared so fully and completely and, when things progressed, in the throesof passion. What would Taehyung think of Jimin? Would he be embarrassed?Disturbed or disgusted? Would he just not care and feel nothing at all?

Would Taehyung be aroused?

A flush of heat settled low in Jimin’s belly and he suckedin a deep breath. “I’ll do it,” he choked out, swallowing thickly. He squeezedhis eyes shut as his right hand crept over his thigh, cheeks reddening inmortification.

“Jimin, don’t force yourself,” came Taehyung’s voice,concern evident in his tone. “If you’re uncomfortable, then we can-”

“No, no, I’m going to do it,” Jimin interrupted swiftly,licking his bite swollen lips. “I’m just nervous, I’ll be fine. I have to pushon if I ever want to do the actual thing.”

Taking another fortifying breath, Jimin brushed his fingersover his crotch, instantly feeling his cock twitch to life. His next exhale wasshaky in both surprise and pleasure – Jimin’s body had never reacted sostrongly this quickly before. Was it because Taehyung was here, watchingquietly behind the camera?

Jimin continued running his digits along his length, shiversbeginning to rake through his body. His breath becoming harsher, hitchingsilently when he thumbed against the head. When he dug one fingertip into hisslit through the fabric, his thighs flex and squeezed together and he had tobite down hard on his lip to keep a groan in.

“Jimin, keep your legs spread,” Taehyung piped up. “You haveto pretend this practice is real, and it’s best to let the audience see whatyou’re doing. Let them see you touch yourself.”

Taehyung’s words had the warmth in Jimin’s gut intensifying,toes curling into the carpet. He forced his legs apart, spreading them wide sohis cock, straining against his now too tight underwear, was on full display.

“Make sure to keep talking, Minnie.”

The older boy wanted to scream – how was he supposed to keeptalking in a situation like this? What was he even supposed to say when he hadhis hand around his dick with his best friend standing less than ten feet away?

“S-sorry I’m not talking so much everyone,” Jimin stuttered,abdominal muscles quivering lightly. “I’m still really n-new to this, so I havea lot to learn. I hope you can teach me… H-how am I doing so far?”

“You’re doing good Jiminnie,” Taehyung called in thathigh-pitched tone. “Touch yourself more, please.”

So Jimin did just that, stroking himself slowly, dragginghis thumb hard across the tip on every pass. He brought his free hand intoplay, slipping down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. His back arched subtlyat the spike in ecstasy, lips falling open in a silent gasp.

“Ding!” Pausing in his ministrations, Jimin waited forTaehyung to speak, wondering what he might request this time. “Take off yourunderwear, Minnie! Let us see you properly.”

Ah, there it was…

Sucking in a breath, Jimin lifted his hips, fingers hookinginto the band of his undies before he got too nervous. Drawing his legstogether, he began sliding the undergarment off, folding his legs up to moreeasily slip them off. Even after the article of clothing had fallen to thefloor, he kept his legs bent, hiding himself away from his friend’s eyes for afew extra seconds.

Taehyung was cooing at Jimin in his ‘viewer’ voice, callinghim cute and asking to let ‘them’ see him. The smaller male hesitated, eyes driftingupwards but only as far as halfway up the tripod, unable to look higher.“Please, Jiminnie, show us how pretty you are!”

Finally, with a little more coaxing from the younger, Jiminlowered his legs to their previous position, exposing himself fully. His handstwisted into the sheets as he pressed his toes nervously into the carpet. Hefelt lightheaded, but he knew that was because of his own worry, his owninsecurities twirling rapidly around his skull.

“How… how do I look?” For the first time since he startedtouching himself, Jimin lifted his gaze, catching Taehyung’s. The shorter boy’seyes were wide, anxiety clear in their depths. The taller’s stare took on amore serious edge.

“You’re beautiful Jimin.” Taehyung’s voice wasn’t as highthis time, pitch closer to how he usually spoke. The little dancer couldn’tstop the noise that left him, choking off the soft whine quickly. “Alright,keep touching yourself Jiminnie.”

Jimin frowned, glancing up at his friend, confusion etchedinto his features. “But… didn’t you say I shouldn’t just jerk off?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung began, expression thoughtful. “But I’verealised it might be easier this way, since the setting isn’t quite right.” AtJimin’s questioning stare, he elaborated. “You see, when you’re actually live,people will be constantly talking and requesting, so you would be keptconstantly busy replying to them or doing what they asked. But, since it’s justus, it’s a bit hard to do that.” He smiled reassuringly to the other. “Besides,I don’t want to push you too hard for your first time.”

The older’s cheeks burned at the word choice, eyes instantlydarting away from the other. Was Taehyung doing it on purpose? Was heintentionally making Jimin a wreck – in more ways than one – and acting like hedidn’t even notice? Either way, Jimin was going insane.

Eyes dipping to his cock, Jimin softly curled his fingersaround the length, setting a slower pace. “I have to… keep speaking?”

“Mm-hm.”

Thinking over what he could talk about, Jimin bit his lipwhen an idea popped into his head. The fire that burned along his cheeks grewhotter, stomach coiling – part in anticipation, part in trepidation. Hewondered briefly if saying what was on his mind would be overstepping aboundary, an invisible line that he might never be able to come back from.

Then again, hadn’t Taehyung said to treat this like it wasreal?

“Whenever…” Jimin had to take a moment to swallow andmoisten his lips, nerves making his throat and mouth dry. “Whenever Imasturbate, I like to pretend someone else is touching me. It’s more fun thatway, thinking about someone wanting to get me off, someone-” he broke off as aspike of pleasure rocked through him when he ground his thumb in tight circlesaround his cock tip, thighs ticking. “…someone focusing only on me, on makingme feel as good as I can… Someone who will make me come as many times as Iwant…”

“Who do you think of?” Though Taehyung had used his ‘viewer’voice, there was a strained edge mixed in as he watched Jimin – the small malewas so deep into his own space that he completely missed it.

“Just someone that I know,” Jimin sighed, finger tighteningaround his erection.

“Who?” Jimin froze at that one word, not only because of thequestion itself – how could Jimin have given that kind of answer anyway, fuck – but also because Taehyung’s voicehad dropped, slipping to half an octave lower then he usually spoke, tone husky.Jimin’s insides were fucking melting.

Jimin risked a glance up, immediately sucking his bottom lipbetween his teeth. Taehyung’s eyes were boring into his, gaze dark andunwavering. The younger’s lips were slightly parted, flesh moist from when he’dlicked it. Jimin wondered dazedly why everything about Taehyung seemed to be sosuddenly tantalising.

It was only when Taehyung repeated his question that Jiminsnapped out of it, eyes flickering downward. “No one in particular,” Jimingrumbled in an attempt to appear annoyed and exasperated. “Celebrity crushesand ideal types, you know…”

“Okay, continue then.” Jimin waited a few seconds to see ifthe younger would say anything else before resuming his stroking, sighingsoftly at the pleasant tingling filling his limbs.

Taehyung watched as Jimin’s mouth fell open around gentleexhales and choked off moans, eyelashes fluttering. He took in the smaller’s pinkcheeks and swollen lips, wet and red. His eyes travelled down his friend, observingthe way the muscles in Jimin’s abdomen fluttered every time he dug his thumbinto his slit, the way his thighs twitched each time he squeezed his length.And then there was Jimin’s cock, all flushed and slick with pre-come, curved uptowards his stomach.

Fuck, Jimin was pretty.

“Tell us something else you like to do when you masturbate,”Taehyung called, voice pitched higher once more.

“Ummm… I like to… to finger myself. It’s a little hardthough, ‘cause my fingers are small. I can’t-ah!” Jimin jolted as the euphoria intensified and Jimin knew he’dend up coming if he continued on like this. “I can’t reach very far in… I’venever been able to get to my prostate properly.”

The words had barely left Jimin’s mouth when Taehyung croweda, ‘ding,’ which was closely followed by, ‘use one of the vibrators, Minnie!’Taehyung couldn’t help but to laugh as Jimin paused, side eyeing the sex toyslike they were going to jump on him.

“Why do you have so many?”

“Believe it or not, all of those, except for three, weregiven to me either as jokes or presents.”

After an extra moment of deliberation, Jimin picked up aslender, purple toy – it had been a while since Jimin had had sex, he didn’twant to push his limits just in case. He reached down into his bottom draw,pulling out the bottle of lube he kept there. Since he didn’t use it often, itwas still over half full.

“So, how should I dothis?” Jimin glanced down at the items in his hands, that anxiety creeping backup. “Should I… should I get on my knees?”

“Yeah, and make sure you position yourself in a way that thecamera can see what you’re doing.”

“So,” Jimin began, expression and tone holding a mix ofuncertainty and apprehension. “You want me to… face my ass to the camera?”

“Oh, no no! You have to keep talking to your viewers. Thatwould be hard to do if you had your back – or ass – to the camera. Try sideon?”

Clambering further onto the bed, Jimin shifted his legsunder his body, turning so that his left side faced his friend. He placed thevibrator down in front of him and popped open the cap of the lube, squeezingout a substantial amount onto his fingers. Following Taehyung’s nextinstructions, he bent over, pressing his cheek to the mattress and lifting hisass into the air, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Reaching back, Jimin gently brushed the pad of his indexfinger against his puckered entrance, smearing the lube across his skin. Herubbed in tight circles, groaning lowly at the pleasurable thrum that settledinto his bones. He pressed a bit harder, finger catching upon the rim, beforeslowly sinking his index finger inside.

Groaning heavily, Jimin quickly added a second finger,beginning to rock the digits shallowly, scissoring himself firmly. By the timehe’d slid a third finger inside, his thighs were twitching, lips falling openaround sighs and whimpers. He continued fingering himself for a minute more,knowing that, despite how worried he was to use a vibrator in front ofTaehyung, he would have to if he wanted to come. He’d never been able to comefrom his fingers alone – he’d tried multiple times.

Stopping his ministrations, Jimin scooped up the vibrator,pouring more lube onto it – just in case!After he had slathered it around, he brought the toy behind him, brushing itagainst his entrance. He sucked in a breath before pressing it inside, moaningat the stretch.

When the vibrator was halfway inside, Jimin drew it back outuntil the tip was flush to his rim once more, pushing the device in, harderthan the last time. He repeated the action several times, going an inch deeper withevery thrust in. He pause when the toy was fully inside him, pressed snugagainst his prostate.

Starting up a slow rhythm, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, concentratingon the sensations running through him. He curled the fingers of his free handinto the blankets, thighs flexing, muscles in his back bunching and relaxing ashe arching slightly. Jimin really was too pretty for his own good, Taehyungthought as he gazed over the older’s body.

Jimin choked out a keen, picking up speed, snapping hiswrist as best he could so the vibrator bumped against his prostate just right. Ithad been a long time since he’d had sex – since he’d masturbated – and this hadhim wondering why he didn’t do it as often. He’d almost forgotten how nice itwas.

“Jimin, you can turn the vibrator on,” Taehyung spoke up,jolting Jimin out of the little bubble he’d somehow managed to create. “There’sa switch on it with six different settings.”

“A switch?” What did he mean, six settings?

“Yeah! In fact, your thumb is right next to it.”

Shifting his hold, Jimin came into contact with the switch, thumbpressed to the little button. In his hazy state, it took him a second to figureout which way the slider went but once he had, he slid it up. Unfortunately,instead of putting the device to the first setting, he used too much force andbumped it up to the third.

Jimin jolted with a loud cry as the toy whirled to lifeinside him, buzzing right up against his prostate. The quaking in his thighsbecame violent, shivers raking through his body as warmth and pleasure pulsedthrough his limbs. He half pulled the vibrator out as he hastily turned it off,laying there shaking and panting heavily, trying to regain his bearings fromthe intense spike of ecstasy.

“You okay there buddy,” Taehyung asked softly, voicestrained from keeping himself from rounding the camera and fucking the slightlyolder boy into the sheets.

“Yeah,” Jimin huffed, blinking quickly to clear his fuzzyvision. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

Choking off a groan as he settle the toy in once more, Jimincarefully turned the vibrator on once more, gasping quietly. He started up aslower pace once more, drawing the device out only partway before sinking itback in, letting out soft moans every time the toy rested against his prostate.He began rocking back on the vibrator, hand picking up speed.

The small man had only just turned to vibrator to its secondsetting, biting down into the sheets below him, when Taehyung spoke up again. “Jimin,face the camera again.”

Did Taehyung want him to kneel facing the camera? “But, yousaid-”

“That you should let the viewers see what you’re doing,yes,” Taehyung quickly interrupted. “So I want you to position yourself similarto how you were when you were speaking to the camera, except, instead of havingyour feet hanging off the bed, put them on the edge of the bed and prop yourlower half up.”

Taking a moment to envision it, Jimin flushed harder andshook his head. “No way, that’s too embarrassing!” When the taller boy didn’trespond, he chanced a glance up, shivering at the way his friend stare back,silent, eyes dark.

“I won’t force you, Minnie,” Taehyung finally spoke, lipquirking in the corner – it was the best attempt at an assuring smile he could managewithout giving away how aroused he was. “If you don’t want to do it, thendon’t.”

And instantly, Jimin was feeling guilty at the caring tone –which he knew was utterly stupid and unreasonable to himself. Though this hadbeen the younger’s idea in the first place, Taehyung hadn’t needed to come tohelp Jimin, hadn’t needed to stay and give him advice, hadn’t needed to doanything and yet here he was, patient and unrushed.

Taking a steadying breath, Jimin mumbled out a soft, “Giveme a second.” He pushed himself up, shifting closer to the side of the bed. Ashe twisted to place his heels at the edge, the vibrator got caught against themattress, causing the toy to dig in that little bit more, press that much morefirmly against the bundle of nerves inside him.

Jimin tossed his head back with a throaty cry, hips jerkingupwards. His breaths came a bit heavier, his arms shaking once again. He gaveinto the urge to sink to his elbows, then down onto his back, wriggling – withas little movement as possible – just a tad closer to the edge of the bed.

Under Taehyung’s directions, Jimin spread his legs a littlemore before lifting his hips off the bed. Even as he did, he knew in the backof his mind that this position probably wasn’t very good if you wanted to talkto viewers – how the heck was he even supposed to properly see the camera likethis?

“Alright, that’s perfect Jiminnie.”

Blinking his eyes open slightly, Jimin stared through hiseyelashes towards where his friend stood – he didn’t know whether he wanted togrumble in frustration or sigh in relief that he could still perfectly seeTaehyung’s face.

Closing his eyes once more, Jimin reached out, wrapping hisfingers around the vibrator once more. He began pumping, giving a soft grumbleas he realised he wouldn’t get the same range of motion as he did when he wason his knees, the angle of his shoulders just a bit too awkward.

Jimin fucked the toy into himself anyway, free hand twistinginto the blanket. His toes curled into the air, veins in his neck standing outas his jaw clenched, brows furrowing lightly. He made a low pleasured sound inhis throat, somewhere between a whine and a whimper – Taehyung really wished hewould stop making those noises (but silently prayed he would continue forever).

“Minnie,” the taller man called, no longer bothering with usinghis ‘viewer’ voice. “Touch your cock as well.”

Abs flexing at the thought of the pleasure using thevibrator and touching his length would bring him – not to mention Taehyung’sdeep voice – Jimin lifted his unoccupied hand, brushing the pads of his fingersup his thigh. He thumbed at the base of his cock, breath shuddering, beforewrapping his digits firmly around his erection.

The small dance major was quick to start flicking his wrist,mouth falling open to allow sweet sighs and soft moans to fill the air. Hematched the rhythm of his hands so every time he pressed the toy to hisprostate, he’d dig his thumb into his slit, thighs trembling dangerously oneach stroke. He could feel himself starting to get light headed at thepleasure, at the fact Taehyung was watching him slowly come undone.

“Put the vibrator up another setting.”

Jimin didn’t know why he listened but, before he could eventhink about it, his thumb was bumping that button up once more, the increase inbuzzing against his prostate causing him to give a hoarse cry, the muscles inhis body tensing up for several seconds, his breaths coming out stunted anderratic.

Peeking through his eyelashes, Jimin watched Taehyung as theyounger stared back at him. Even though he knew it was wrong, he wanted topretend that the way with which his friend peered at him was more than just toobserve and critic him – he wanted to pretend Taehyung actually desired himlike Jimin did Taehyung.

“Up another setting, Jimin.”

The older male shook his head almost frantically, knowing hewould climax too quickly if he did. Even though he craved to come, Jimin hoped tostretch this out a little longer, yearned to feel this spine-tingling pleasure forjust a while more. He wanted Taehyung to watch him closely as he pleasuredhimself, wanted Taehyung to think him beautiful – he wanted Taehyung to wanthim.

“Jimin…”

The dancer keened at the way Taheyung’s pitch dipped lower,the syllables of Jimin’s name dripping out as something akin to a dark growl.His fingers squeezed around his cock as the other repeated his name, voice evendeeper – how the fuck that was possible, Jimin would never know – and Jimin knewhe couldn’t ignore the younger’s demand. He couldn’t suppress the shaky shoutas he clicked the setting up one more notch.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praised, biting his lip when Jiminmoaned wantonly.

He was close, Jimin could feel it in the way his limbs quaked,pleasure thrumming under his skin, in the way his neither regions were gettinghot and tingly. His head thrashed – as best it could in his current position –from side to side, the noises he was making becoming louder and more desperate.

Taehyung called Jimin’s name again, the older joltinglightly – why was he having such a reaction to Taehyung just saying his name? Hedragged his tongue across his dry lips, choking on his next breath when hetightened his hold. It was only when the taller repeated his name that Jimin glancedover to his friend.

The two looked at one another silently – well, not so muchin Jimin’s case – eyes appraising the other male. Taehyung took in theshuddering lines of Jimin’s body, the hand that stroked quick and steady alonghis slick cock, took in the sweat that beaded against his forehead and cheeksand dripped across his skin tantalisingly. Jimin watched the way Taehyungstared at him, gaze unwavering, the way he bit or licked his lips, so slow itwas maddening, the way the younger would swallow occasionally, the bob of hisadams apple drawing Jimin’s eye every time, making the dance major’s throat dryup – it was incredibly unfair how hot and sensual Taehyung was, and how little efforthe had to put in to make Jimin’s knee go weak with want.

Jimin shifted his grip on the vibrator when the slight achein his wrist increased, flicking his hand harder. The toy pressed hard into hisprostate and a spike of pleasure more intense than any he’d felt thus far shotthrough him. A ragged cry ripped from his throat as his back arched high, hisweight being pushed up onto his neck. The angle of his neck made his windpipepinch, causing his voice to become strained and indiscernible.

Forcing his body back down, Jimin flicked his wrists quicker,whining softly, hips jolting like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to thrust intohis hand or rock back on the vibrator. He shifted his gaze back to his friend,wanting to see Taehyung’s face when he came, wanted to see the younger male’sreaction.

“Jimin…” It was barely a breath, whisper soft, but Jiminstill shivered, imagining his name sighed into his ear. Taehyung’s eyes grewsharper then, darker and more intense, and Jimin felt his body heat up andtingle more in response – it was so, so unfair how much influence Taehyung hadover Jimin with just his stare, his voice, with his mere presence.

“Jimin…” This time it was practically a snarl, a growl soguttural Jimin would have stared in awe, if not for his current state of being.What he wouldn’t give to have Taehyung crowding into his space, leaning overhim, covering Jimin with his lean, tanned body – Jimin really just wishedTaehyung would come over, press him into the sheets and split him wide open onhis-

The small man’s body locked up, fingers curling over thehead of his erection as he came. Cum dripped through his digits, splatteringacross his hips and lower belly. He let out broken whimpers, lips tremblingaround the sounds, eye lashes fluttering.

The thrumming of the vibrator became too much against hisprostate so Jimin was quick to pull it out. If he was able, he would haveflushed harder at the way the barely audible buzz became mortifyingly loud,even louder than Jimin’s heavy panting.

Letting his body sink down slowly, Jimin kicked his legs offthe edge of the bed, letting them hang limply, toes barely brushing the floor.He turned the device off, dropping it ceremonially onto the bed beside him. Hethrew one arm over his eyes as he caught his breath, the other resting againsthis heaving chest. He decided not to say anything – not that he could speakwith how hard he was breathing – too embarrassed about what he’d just done infront of his best friend.

Silence stretched between them for so long Jimin’s breathhad evened out, albeit subtly laboured with nervousness, because Taehyunghadn’t said one damn thing since the dancer’s climax and Jimin was honestlystarting to panic and regret everything. He knew he should have refused thiswhole thing, knew he should have chased the other away when he started hispractice run, knew he shouldn’t have given into his desires.

When the quiet became too much, Jimin softly cleared histhroat, tongue flicking quick across his lips. “Well, this wasn’t-” His voice brokeand he grunted hurriedly in embarrassment, sitting up quickly, eyes staringresolutely down at the floor. “This wasn’t so bad. Definitely not anywhere nearas bad as I thought it would be!”

Eyes drifting to the cum upon his skin, Jimin felt hischeeks heat up even more. He wanted to clean himself up but didn’t have thecourage to do it with Taehyung in the room – which was ridiculous because hehad just jerk off right in from of the man. In his jittery state, the dancerbegan to babble.

“I-I think I could try, for real I mean. I mean, I knowit’ll be different to the practice but I think I could give it a go! And likeyou said, if I really don’t like it, I can stop whenever. I could even stopafter one l-live recording, cause it’s not like I’ll have a huge fan base oranything, am I right? It’s not like anyone will even miss me or anything like –Taehyung… what are you doing?”

In the middle of his senseless rambling, Jimin had glancedup and was surprised to see that Taehyung was no longer behind the camera.Instead, the tall boy stood to the right of it, slightly in front of thetripod. He was gazing silently at the older male, tilting his head from side toside in an almost sluggish motion. His eyes didn’t waver the whole time,blinking slow and calm.

“Tae?”

It was only after another far too long moment that Taehyungdrew in a deep breath, straightening his head to stare Jimin head on. The smallman swallowed thickly in trepidation, expecting the worst – Taehyung wascertainly going to tell Jimin that he was disgusting and filthy and that hewasn’t fit to be a camboy and that Taehyung regretted ever suggesting this toJimin and-

“You see, Jimin,” Taehyung spoke, tone rather nonchalant,breaking Jimin out of his thoughts. “You did a good job just now, a really goodjob.” Oh… Jimin hadn’t been expecting that. He thought he would get a scolding,a ‘just give up’ at best. Praise… no, he definitely hadn’t seen that coming.

“You did so good, in fact,” Taehyung continued, tone stillrelaxed – how was he not even a little bit flustered at being in the same roomas his naked friend, one that had just blown his load not even five fullminutes beforehand? “That I have developed a bit of a problem.”

With that, Taehyung shifted his hand to the front of hisright hip, brushing his thumb down his crotch. Jimin’s eyes were drawn to the movement and he sucked in a swift breath,eyes widening, as he spied the obvious bulge in the younger’s jeans.

“As you can see, I’ve gotten a bit worked up.” Jimincouldn’t tear his eyes from the way Taehyung was constantly running his fingeralong his clothed erection, his throat going dry. He forced himself to lookaway when Taehyung cleared his throat loudly, gazing up into his friend’s face.“But, you know what I think…”

Taehyung’s eyes grew sharp then and in the next instant, hewas standing right in front of Jimin. The shorter boy was momentarily tornbetween staring at the other’s junk or his face, but – with a hell of a lot ofrestraint – he kept his eyes glued to his friend’s features.

“I think,” Taehyung breathed, lifting a hand to caress hisknuckles gently against the swell of Jimin’s rosy cheek. “You can help me.”

“W-what?”

Instead of responding, Taehyung cupped the side of Jimin’sface, dragging his thumb across the older’s plump bottom lip. He pressed downin the middle, relishing the way the flesh gave so easily under his touch. Hecurled the digit, catching his nail on Jimin’s teeth, before adding softpressure, forcing his friend’s mouth open. He pressed in, skimming the pad ofhis thumb over the smaller male’s tongue, supressing a growl at the light,almost desperate half moan, half whine.

“You are going to help me,” Taehyung murmured, slipping histhumb from Jimin’s mouth, smearing saliva across his lips. “Aren’t you Jimin?”And then he pushed at Jimin’s chest and, though it was only a gentle shove,Jimin offered no resistance, toppling over, still staring up at the taller boy,want swirling in his eyes.

The younger watched Jimin for several moments before onecorner of his mouth pulled up into a sensuous smirk, his finger unbuckling hisbelt in languid, teasing movements, sliding the belt through each loopunhurriedly, making Jimin squirm. He let the belt slid slowly from his fingersand the buckle hit the floor with a dull thud, Jimin’s breath hitching asTaehyung reached for his zipper.

“You ready baby?”

Jimin glanced up at Taehyung, catching his heated gaze,biting his lip to keep in a wanton noise. “You have no idea,” was all he said.Taehyung’s smirk only grew wider.

^^^^^^^^

Taehyung’s hips rocked harder into Jimin as the shorterarched high, belly pressed flush to the taller’s, and whined loudly underneathhim. The dark haired boy was a shivering, panting mess, finger tangling andtwisting into the bedsheets.

Jimin tightened suddenly, causing Taehyung to swear lowly,hips stuttering in their movements. The little dancer’s eyes found his, glazedwith lust and a deeper warmth – one Taehyung couldn’t even begin to decipher inhis own hazy state.

“Tae…” Jimiin’s voice was wanton and desperate, the soundrocketing to Taehyung’s cock. “Please Tae…”

In response to the plea, the blonde picked up his rhythm,snapping his hips with increased aggression. At the same time, he grippedJimin’s length even more firmly, hand speeding up its motions, thumbing at theslit with more intent. It seemed to do the trick, if Jimin’s hoarse cry wasanything to go by.

Rather suddenly, Jimin grabbed at Taehyung’s shoulders ashis own lifted off the bed, his head dipping until his chin was closer to hischest. His whole body was frozen except for the violent quaking running throughhim. His mouth hung open, lips shiny with spit, saliva beginning to slidingfrom the corner of his mouth, tongue almost sticking out and his eyelashesfluttering.

Taehyung thought he looked beautiful.

The small male scrabbled at the tanned shoulders, as if hewas trying to find a proper handhold, leaving scratches and welts in his wake –not that Taehyung minded at all (it was undeniable proof that he couldabsolutely wreck Jimin).

The coil within Jiminsnapped and he threw his head back with a wild cry, coming across his belly andlower chest. His thighs clenched around Taehyung’s hips, inner muscles lockingand spasming around the younger’s cock so hard he came almost immediately, headalmost landing on the mess of Jimin’s ejaculate.

They lay panting for several minutes, Jimin into Taehyung’shair, Taehyung into the crook of the older’s neck. Jimin ran his hands faintlyagainst the taller male’s back, wincing slightly whenever he encountered aparticularly large welt.

Finally, Taehyung sighed, pulling out of the small man,Jimin giving a soft shiver and a broken moan at the sensation – Taehyung reallyhoped the other would stop with all the sexy sounds (he was already tempted fora round two… and three). He flopped down, spent and satisfied, drawing Jimin’swarm body to his own.

Taking several seconds to nuzzle into Jimin’s shoulderaffectionately, Taehyung flung an arm around his friend’s waist, entangling oneleg between the older’s. Jimin kinda wanted to clean himself up but he couldfeel Taehyung smiling gently into his skin so he let it go for now.

“So,” Taehyung managed, beginning to trace invisiblepatterns into Jimin’s abs. “How was it?”

Flushing gently, Jimin smiled and murmured, “It was… It wasincredible.”

“Incredible, eyy?” Taehyung wriggled his eyebrows in aridiculous manner and Jimin cracked up, swatting at the younger’s chest.Taehyung settled back against the smaller with a content smile, resuming hisplay across the other’s belly.

A comfortable silence fell between them until Jimin pippedup. “I thought you said nothing was going to happen to our relationship.” Therewas no anger or upset in the dark haired boy’s voice, just a subtle curiosity.

“I said nothing badwould happen to our relationship,” Taehyung corrected lightly before liftinghis head once more to gaze at his friend. “Why? Did you not like whathappened?”

“No! No, no, it’s not that. I really really liked it. I just… actually, I’m not sure why I brought thatup.”

Taehyung chuckled, reaching up to ruffle Jimin’s hair. Hethen used the same hand to cup a round cheek, smiling fondly down at the smallmale. “If that’s the case,” he breathed gently. “How do you feel about becomingmy boyfriend?”

Jimin could only blink up at the other for several seconds,shocked silent. It was only when Taehyung began to look unsure that he forcedwords from his mouth. “S-seriously? You want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I’ve only had the literal biggest crush on you since middleschool.”

“You have?” Jimin couldn’t hide his astonishment, his mouthin a semi-permanent ‘o’ shape. “So have I…”

“Wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah!”

The two stared at each other, faces twin masks of shock andamazement, before bursting out into fits of loud giggles, clinging to eachother, Jimin throwing a hand over his face as Taehyung buried his face intoJimin’s chest.

“Oh my goodness,” Jimin squeaked, body shaking with hislaughter. “We are such idiots!”

“The biggest idiots,” Taehyung agreed, shaking his head. “Whydidn’t we just confess earlier? Would have saved so much time.”

When they had settled, Taehyung pulled himself off of Jimin,peering down at him, eyes soft and warm. “So, what do you say… Wanna be myboyfriend?”

The smile that bloomed on Jimin’s face was almost blindingin intensity, his eyes curving into crescents. He flung his arms around thetaller man’s neck, drawing him in until their noses were bumping. “Of courseI’ll be your boyfriend Taehyunggie!”

Taehyung swooped in, laying his lips against Jimin’s, firmbut gentle, and full of so much sweetness and sincerity that Jimin felt himselfget a bit choked up. He pressed back eagerly, parting his lips for the tonguethat lapped at the seam of his, his tongue coaxing Taehyung’s to dance.

Though Jimin had had his doubts, he was suddenly glad thathe had let Taehyung convince him to try being a camboy. If he hadn’t… well,Jimin and Taehyung certainly wouldn’t be here right now, newly proclaimedboyfriends, kissing and cuddling, naked skin to naked skin, hearts beating arhythm into the other’s skin.

^^^^^^^^

((“What’s with the frown, Tae?”

“I’m thinking…”

“You, thinking? Wow, miracles dohappen…”

“Oh, haha… bastard…”

“Heheheh…”

“…”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmmm…”

“Come on, tell me. Please~”

“I was thinking about becoming acamboy.”

“What!?”

“I said, I’m thinking about becoming acamboy.”

“I heard you! But… what the heckbrought that on?”

“Think about it, not only would I bemaking some extra cash on the side, but then I could have sex with you as aguest camboy – those videos are actually quite popular, just so you know – andI could get paid to do it!”

“…. You make me sound like some kind ofprostitute…”

“But you’d be my prostitute, so it’sfine!”

“Taehyung, that is not a compliment! Whatthe fuck man?”

“Aww, you know what I mean~”

“Don’t give me that look you asshole.You just called me a prostitute! The fuck? I – what are you doing? No… No… Taehyung, no, I’m serious, you hadbetter not fucking-oof…!! Tae…! Stopit…! You can’t just… call me that… and think you – Tae, cut it out! – think youcan… get away with - stop kissing me! I’m trying to be angry here!”

“No, I refuse. I like kissing you toomuch…”

“Tae, seriously, you’re so - *gasp*”

“I really like that sound too, muchmore than hearing you be angry. I want to hear more.”

Taehyung… wait, I’m still-ahh! This is unfair, you can’t just - *sigh* Tae…”

“Jimin… You’re so good… Taste so sweet…I just want to eat you up.”

“Taehyung-ah, stop… You’re embarr-ahhnn!!”

“Hmm? What was that? I didn’t quitecatch that…”

“Taehyung-ah… *pant* Please, Tae… Please…”

“Heh, look at you… All eager andwanting so quickly… so pretty, just for me…”

“Don’t tease me…”

“Aww, baby, I’m sorry – here, let mekiss that pout off your face!”

“Ah, Tae,you-”

“…”

“*gasp*Haa…”

“Hey Jimin…”

“Hmmm?”

“You shouldn’t have gotten offendedearlier.”

“W-what?”

“About the whole prostitute thing.After all, I said I would get paid forhaving sex with you, meaning that would make me the prostitute. If I’d said you were getting paid for sex withme, you would be the prostitute, knowwhat I’m saying?”

“…”

“J-Jimin?”

“….*sigh*I’m no longer in the mood for this…”

“What? Are you being – shit, you’reserious… Okay, Jimin, I know what I said was-oof…!! Ouch… Huh?Ji-Jimin? Wait, Jimin, just hold on a sec… Jimin?Jimin wait! Come back! Don’t leave! Jimin, I was just – don’t go! Jimin!!”

*SLAM*))

#answered ask #anon #writing #my writing #prompt #This was supposed to be a hell of a lot shorter #But here it is in its 10000+ word glory #bts #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Vmin #The Sweet Life of Camboy Jimin AU

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