── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ wooyoung x san ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 slight romantic fluff, smut, slow burn, cam model au, cigarette/vape use, praise, fan x creator, internet relationship, mutual masturbation, cumplay/cum eating, mutual pining, angst, tension, obsession, use of toys (fleshlight/buttplug), addiction themes, multiple orgasms, nipple play, spit kink ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ sex. money. drugs. sell your ass. sign here: ______ <3 ── word count: ⁴.²ᵏ 🚬 “All of Kitty in 4k.”
A/N: so this idea came out of nowhere but I’ve been in my woosan feels so I wrote this. It’s been a while since I was able to churn something out so I went with it. Not proofread so sorry for any errors, and my style may have changed a bit since I’ve been away. I plan for this to be a two or three part series so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
On his bare feet, San scurried across his bedroom, panting and shaky, racing to get everything he needed for his session. The computer was set up, with an adult content website blown across the screen. He set a towel nearby, water and lube at his desk by the keyboard, and his vape.
Quickly sitting down in his chair, he checks the time on his phone.
10:15 PM.
Perfect. Fifteen minutes to spare. He took a hit of his vape, exhaling smoke through his nose, then checked to make sure he had money uploaded on the site. His current balance: $323.50 — he added an extra $200 for good measure.
He shook his head and sighed, thinking back to when he wasn’t frivolous with his money in the slightest.
That was, until he met cherrykitty1126 three months ago.
It would be fair to say that San had somewhat of a parasocial relationship with an adult content creator and has currently spent over $1500 on him. He never left himself broke, but has cut it close a couple of times. Crazy to admit, but San was hooked. He barely knew him, yet felt like he knew him forever. San was already in his top 0.001% of fans/subscribers.
10:25 PM.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the live session room and selected kitty’s username.
@puddingpop has entered the live room.
The anticipation ate at him like the minutes on the clock. 10:28 PM. 10:29 PM. Kitty had a tendency to run late — occasionally another client begging to pay for more time or sending goodnight texts and videos to premium holders. San silently hoped he wouldn’t cancel or reschedule.
10:33 PM. Bing!
@cherrykitty1126 has entered the live room.
San turned his microphone on but kept the camera off. The screen lit up and there he was, greeting San with that beautiful, radiant smile and waving at the camera. But something was different now.
“You changed your hair?” San asked, puzzled.
Last time he saw Kitty, he had long black hair. Now it was cut shorter and dyed red. Kitty had on a pair of white and red fox ears too, and a black baby tee skin stretched across his chest, and on the left side of his face was a black eyebrow piercing.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
In the beginning he kept his mic off, camera on . Not that his voice was a mystery, just something he preferred during live video — for conversations.
I wanted a change, and a client asked for red. What do you think? Do you not like it?
San immediately shook his head in protest.
“No…no! It’s really cute. I was just surprised.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Thank you. I like it too. I missed you, pudding.
San’s heart skipped a beat, trying to keep his composure because of course Kitty said that to everyone but it felt personal every time, like San was the only one he had eyes for. But again, delusion. This is Kitty’s job.
“I missed you too…a lot, actually. You look so pretty.”
Kitty smiled ear to ear, eyes practically closed shut and the urge to find a way to come through the screen and tackle him grew overwhelmingly inside San. Kitty blew three kisses towards the camera and melted San into his seat. How could someone like him exist? Someone with such divine features and spirit was right before his eyes and San could barely believe it.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Gonna switch cameras. Just one second.
“Uhm, can you leave this camera on? I’ll just minimize it.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Anything for you, pudding.
Kitty turned on his mic, stood up and walked over to his bed. San’s mouth watered and parted in awe as he watched Kitty’s sexy, tan legs strut away, his red and white bushy buttplug tail matching his ears swinging side to side from between his cheeks, and that thick log resting flaccid down his thigh.
T-shirt and no bottoms — one of San’s rules. Excitedly, he opened the cash box tab.
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $20!
As Kitty flicked on the camera across the room, he perched his ass and shook his tail cutely. San stifled a low growl in his throat, hunger burning through him. His other hand gripping the tingling bulge beneath his sweats, biting his lip, anticipation setting in.
The screen doubled, the other side now showing Kitty’s glorious jawline in frame. San made the first display small and slid it into the corner for another angle — but the main meal was the new view he expanded across his screen.
All of Kitty in 4k.
“Fuck…” San whispered raggedly.
Kitty went to the bedside table and pulled out a roll up black ball. He sat on the bed and began slipping on a pair of nylon knee-high stockings — another one of San’s rules.
The sight of the fabric cascading along Kitty’s skin was enough to twitch and stiffen San’s cock, filling his fingers, desperate to be touched bare immediately, but San didn’t want to cum too fast. He always came fast the first time, but he had the stamina to cum over and over again.
He kept himself clothed for now, palming himself with aching (and impatient) fervor, choking down moans.
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $50!
A lopsided grin spread across Kitty’s plump lips, raising an eyebrow and giggling cheekily. It was music to San’s ears — whipped by even the sound of his laugh.
San and every client for creators on this site have what they call a brownie list. It’s a list of what each client likes and dislikes. For instance, some of San’s likes are no lower undergarments, nylon stockings, and costumes. Some dislikes are food play, piss play, gum chewing, and bondage.
Kitty checked three of San’s brownie boxes and he was close to busting — the brownie list is important for a creator. San watched Kitty move directly in front of the camera and pick up their smartphone.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Hard already, pudding?
San let out an uneven exhale and glanced from the chat box back to the main focus where Kitty laid on his side, stroking his fingertips lazily over the knee-highs.
“Yes…very,” San breathed deep, practically clawing at his waistband, restraining himself with every fiber of his being, drooling in admiration of the beauty on his monitor.
Kitty jumped up and sat on his heels, thighs parted slightly. He pinched the hem on his t-shirt, tugging at it in question of San’s preference.
“You can keep the shirt on, just slip it above your nipples.”
Kitty did exactly as instructed, raising the cotton hemline up his chest, exposing his muscular torso and rib tattoo. Flustered, San stared, sensually licking his lips—disappointed Kitty wasn’t in the same room as him.
“You would look amazing with nipple piercings,” he hummed.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Noted.
Teasing his nipples with one hand, Kitty licked his teeth and winked at the camera, his other hand trailing lazily up and down his chest.
“Can you please…spit down your chest? Slowly.”
Without hesitation, Kitty gathered salvia in his mouth and lowered his head, drooling down his body. San’s gaze locked onto the liquid dripping down to his navel as Kitty did it again and again—silvery strings drawing from his bottom lip to his glossy chin.
San grunted, feasting on every inch of Kitty as the fire in his belly ignited fast, twisting in his seat, cock begging for more attention, leaking like a faucet and wetting his crotch.
“You are so fucking hot, Kitty.”
Those delicate hip bones and toned thighs, pelvis tensing as blood filled his length, swelling until San could make out every inch and vein as it throbbed in the air. That cock, that body…he’s simply a masterpiece. Kitty kisses at the camera as he rubbed soothing circles on his spit covered skin.
San tossed his head back, he couldn’t take it anymore, peeling the elastic waistband off his hips swiftly and freeing his erection from its confines—flushed and swollen—the weighted bulge slapped against his abdomen. He whimpered, full bodied and needy. No one but Kitty ever made San this unforgivingly hard, like a single touch would make him ejaculate instantly.
“Holy shit, you’re unbelievable. What I would give to just—”
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $30!
Kitty blinked drunkenly like he was in a trance, abs flexing as he caressed his body for San, running a hand around his groin, careful not to touch his aroused cock, spasming and dripping easily. He picked up his phone.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
To just what? Tell me. Can’t you see how much you turn me on? You have the sexiest voice.
The compliment alone had San about to cum hands-free.
He was gagging for it, for his pretty kitty—entranced by the most beautiful creature in the whole world.
His fingers curled around the base of his glistening shaft, biting his fist as he stroked it calmly, not wanting to release the heated pressure instinctually. But San wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last, the tight knot in his gut warning him to pace himself.
San swallowed roughly, pumping his precum soaked cock, slicking through his fingers—gasping and moaning under his breath (but not as quietly as he thought).
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
You touching yourself, pudding?
“I’m—I’m obsessed with you…what I would give to just kiss and lick you from head to toe—”
Breathless and wrecked, San ran a thumb over his tender, pulsing tip, “—to taste you, and fuck you until you’re trembling and cumming all over me.”
He shivered, head dizzy but his burning stare glued to Kitty, committing every delicious detail to memory.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
…Can I touch myself for you, please?
“Yes, Kitty,” San groaned, “let’s play and cum together.”
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $30!
A lustful grin curled on Kitty’s lips, devouring the figmentation of whoever lurked behind that black screen with his mind, wiping some saliva off his stomach and affectionately fisting the head of his cock—purple and bright—sending molten sparks down his spine.
He arched his back, a waterfall of broken moans flowing from him and hitting San’s eardrums, working his hand faster now, strangled noises leaving him loudly.
“That’s a good kitty. Just like that…touch your nipples for me.”
And he did just that—pinching his nipple and stroking his heavy meat in sync, posed and shining like a sculpture created from San’s imagination. Mesmerized by the blood vessels straining in Kitty’s hands, neck, and dick, he started losing control.
His vision fell unfocused, every sound uttered from Kitty’s mouth sent him into a frenzy, the urge to come undone strengthening with each second. His cock convulsed against his palm, his whole being sinking into Kitty’s glassy and steady eyes.
“Mmm, fuck—I’m close…” Kitty crooned, tone velvety and smooth.
San lifted his t-shirt and scooted forward in his seat, pupils dilating, hypnotized by Kitty’s hips rocking back and forth. Chest heaving as he massaged himself in merciless rhythm, precum oozing freely, his balls full and eager to be emptied.
“God, Kitty…I want you bad,” the words poured unconsciously, revealing San’s vulgar ideas, “you have the sexiest body and the most perfect cock…that was made for my holes.”
The praise sent Kitty over the edge, releasing the crudest utterances and fucking his hand recklessly.
“I’m gonna—gonna cum, pudding. Mmm, just for you.” Kitty whined, pushing out heartier sighs of defeat, eyes rolling back..
A final jagged inhale and creamy spurts of cum shot against his stomach and chest, painting himself messy with milky lines. San drank in the sight, noticing some droplets of cum lingering on Kitty’s face and fell apart.
“Oh, mmm…fuck!” San cried out, eyes closing as he tore apart at the seams, squeezing and kneading his juicy cock until he squirted warm, sticky streams onto his tummy.
It had to be one of the strongest orgasms he’s ever had, seeing stars and vibrating as if Kitty was there in the flesh, riding him. San never came intensely like that until he met him, now he can’t cum unless he’s looking at his picture or watching one of his solo videos.
Safe to say that, like his vape, he’s extremely addicted to Kitty.
No one does it for him anymore—and he tried. There was a random hookup just a few weeks ago and San barely got erect. It was embarrassing but completely made sense, and later that night when he masturbated to Kitty’s dragon cock riding video, he blew two loads. He never thought of anything else, only Kitty.
Kitty.
Kitty…
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Thanks for that. A lot fiercer than I expected.
Coming down gradually, San smirked, his spotty vision clearing and watching Kitty’s flexible core bowing back onto his hands, picturing sucking him off in that position.
“No, thank you. It’s always like that for me…with you.”
Blushing, Kitty eyed the camera devilishly, glancing from it to his cum glazed skin back again. San’s eyes widened, leaning closer, sucked in by the scene unfolding. He dipped his fingers in the scattered pools of his seed and brought it up to his mouth, slurping his digits clean—his fixed stare never leaving San’s.
“Goddamn, Kitty. You’re so pretty; say it back. Tell me you’re pretty.” San commanded, taking an abrupt suck of his vape as he laid back coolly.
“I’m pretty,” Kitty cooed.
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $50!
San’s head swam on cloud-nine, it felt like this was a more passionate session than he was used to...but maybe it was because he’d become more infatuated with his favorite adult content creator.
Kitty traced down his waist, touching his wet, limp stick and his whole body jolted, too raw and sensitive to handle. He ate more of his sperm, and San was envious.
“What’s it taste like?”
A high pitched cackle left Kitty’s mouth and shocked San, in the best way. He’d never heard that laugh before and he swooned. Was that a genuine belly laugh? He wondered if any of his other clients made him truly laugh out loud. Kitty hopped to his feet and snatched the phone.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
I ate a lot of mangoes, pineapples, and oranges yesterday and today hehe so, it’s a sort of medley.
“Sounds yummy.”
Kitty grabbed a cloth from the drawer and wiped clean, turning off the bedside camera then walking to the first camera at his desk, muting his mic.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Looks like we’re nearing the end of our session. Did you enjoy yourself?
San checked the time — 11:30 PM. Damn it.
“Very much, you drive me insane—” he paused, chewing on a decision and went for it, “—and I know you stop live calls at midnight, so I’m assuming…I’m your last client?”
Kitty nodded.
“Well, I want to buy your last thirty minutes.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
I won’t be able to cum again in that amount of time, sorry :/
“No…no! No, we don’t have to do anything like that. We can just…talk or I can sit here quietly while you do your night routine.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
You wanna watch me get ready for bed?
“If that’s okay with you. We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it,” San gulped, regretting asking in the first place. He was being a total creep and he knew it.
Simmering in thought, Kitty sat still for a moment, contemplating his proposal.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Have you cleaned yourself off yet?
“No…I usually do it after we hang up.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Mind if I see?
San froze. What does he say to that? Kitty wanted to..see him? It wasn’t against the rules or anything but Kitty did like anonymity with clients—he figured not knowing what the subscriber looked like made it easier to produce, and understandably so.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
No face. Chest and lower, if you’re comfortable.
“Are you sure?” San hesitated, not because he didn’t want to show himself, but he didn’t know if he was Kitty’s type…but the answer could help give him a past due reality check.
Kitty bobbed his head up and down happily, wagging his hips in approval. San reached for his webcam and adjusted it to only show from his nipples to his lap in frame. Anxiously, he turned on his camera, his midsection now in full display on Kitty’s screen.
His jaw dropped, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog in heat. Kitty moved his face closer to the monitor, studying the beauty of pudding.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
I knew you were fucking hot, but damn…
Ripples of abs, beefy chest, cinched waist, his fat cock lying there on his gut drenched in cum. Kitty salivated at the godly image, and San was speechless, looking up to the ceiling.
He didn’t know if he should be mortified or enticed, or both.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
I planned to take pictures to send you in the morning and then get ready for bed. You can stay until I’m done, free of charge.
“Really? I can pay for the time, I don’t mind,” San reassured him, willing to do anything for him without a second thought.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
No, seriously. Don’t send anything. I had a lot of fun today. And don’t clean yourself. Stay like that please (:
San awkwardly gave a thumbs up and cursed himself out as Kitty went to the bed, taking lewd selfies in his costume. He kept a close eye on him, but his mind wandered. What did Kitty mean by he had a lot of fun today? With only him or the overall clients of the day? He shook the notion away, it didn’t matter anyhow. He was a client, like the rest and he wished he could stop being stubborn about it.
But how?
Kitty had become his whole world.
Once he finished with the pictures, Kitty had to shower and San joined from his mobile, sticking him in the waterproof phone holder where he could see it all. Kitty was truly a creative content creator, having all the necessary gadgets, and a one of a kind prize to San.
The shower came to an end after about a half hour, following with Kitty doing his skin care and covering himself in a black velvet robe. He went back to his computer and switched to the monitor, vision lighting up, amazed by what he saw.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
You’re hard.
His cock, full and overflowing for a second time tonight, twinged on his midriff as San looked down at it, begging for more pets. This was a normal occurrence, especially after a session with Kitty. He would most likely self-pleasure two more times before he tapped out.
“Oh…yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “that happens often.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Are you going to jerk off again?
“Yes, but I usually use this, uhm, pussy pocket thing.”
Thank god Kitty couldn’t see his face, knowing it was scorched beet red and that persistent, igniting ache returning to his balls vivid in his expression—the primal desire for release ripping him to pieces.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Go get it. I wanna watch you this time.
What? Was this happening? San didn’t question it much, only obeyed and headed to his nightstand. He took out his fleshlight then sat back in the chair, keeping his face hidden.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Do you sometimes watch porn when you masturbate?
“Nah, I don’t go on porn sites. I look at your content.”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Don’t you have other subscriptions on here?
“Only yours.”
Kitty appeared flattered, which was a good sign, but San worried it sounded weird and toxic. One of his biggest fears was any type of withdrawal from him and this relationship. He couldn’t bear the thought of Kitty not being in his life.
He did the only thing he could think of and lubed up his toy. San fisted his oversensitive boner, nudging it through the pussy shaped thermoplastic hole, huffing as it enveloped him. The maddening suction shoved his head backwards, lightly gliding it up and down his member.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
You’re doing so well, pudding. That cock is magical. I bet you ruin holes.
San rotated his head and caught Kitty’s wicked beam across his face, eyes dark and sparkling with enthusiasm, being the most observant spectator. He never in a million years considered having an audience while he satisfied himself, let alone it be Kitty of all people. But the more Kitty relished in San’s greed, the more it stirred him up.
Moving erratically, San built an unrelenting tempo, stuttering mewls from his windpipe mixed with the juicy squelching sound coming from the fleshlight harmonized around the room. His hips instinctively thrusted to meet it as it consumed every inch of him with a vice.
“Fuck…this feels so good. I bet you’d feel even better,” his voice was shallow and weak, laced with frenzied appetite.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Don’t cum inside. I wanna see it all.
He continued pounding his sheathed wood, secreting like a fountain inside the plastic, viscous fluid seeping onto his groin. San squirmed, lips pressed together but throaty cries exiting anyway. Kitty bit into his upper lip, wild yearning steaming off him.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Cum for me, pudding. Imagine creaming that load all over my face.
The gentle coaxing, the soft and sopping ridges of the pocket delivering broad blows, San treaded dangerously close to combusting, blood buzzing in his ears. He couldn’t hold on.
“I-I’m gonna…gonna—” he hissed through his teeth.
One speedy ram all at once and the pressure in his center combusted, almost before he yanked the toy off and dumped a fresh load of spunk on his body, fondling his cock to assist getting out every last drop.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Wow. So good for me, look at how much you came.
It was quite an impressive reveal, but it wasn’t a rare exhibit to San. His energy kept the bigger explosions for rounds to come, and seeing Kitty could make him cum gallons all night long. Sweat beads gathered on San’s neck and chest, his body and cock limp from exhaustion.
“Mind if I clean it off now?” San chuckled.
Kitty’s zoned out reverence of San’s dirty puddle splotches snapped into concentration before he gave the signal for him to erase the canvas. He unfolded the towel and scrubbed down, fixing his clothes to normal. San dialed off his camera, and Kitty held up a box of smokes with furrowed brows.
“You can smoke, I don’t mind,” San explained, holding out his vape and sucked down a bit of nicotine.
Kitty whipped out a lighter and lit the cigarette in hand.
“Did you…like it?”
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Very much. This was delightful. I hope you had a good time tonight too. I should go to bed now.
San addressed the time — 12:40 AM. Whoa, it was almost one in the morning, and truthfully, he didn’t want it to end. He wished to stay here, face to face with Kitty, every waking second. San never got enough of Kitty.
“Right, yeah. Of course, it’s super late. Thanks for tonight.”
Cha-ching!
An automated voice spoke: @puddingpop sent $75!
Kitty frowned, blowing a cloud of smoke at the camera.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
I told you not to send any $$$ >:( you spoil me.
“What’s wrong with that? I can afford it, don’t worry.”
His skeptical pouting was cute to San, making it hard to resist sending more money, but he didn’t want to upset Kitty after the lovely night they had.
@cherrykitty1126 is typing…
Have a goodnight, pudding.
“Goodnight, Kitty.”
The call ended and San let out a hefty sigh, closing the live stream tabs, leaving the website but not before depositing another $20 to Kitty’s cash card.
With a note that read:
A little treat for my succulent Kitty, never change.
He shut down his pc and jumped in the shower, washing any traces of leftover spunk and sweat, jacking off one more time to one of Kitty’s recent uploads: ‘cat stuck on the eiffel tower’. He ignored the two men in the video for the most part but he blew a wad of jealousy down the drain.
After he dressed in a pair of boxer briefs, he got into bed, catching up on missed texts and social media posts, hoping to see Kitty in his dreams as he scrolled through his Instagram posts. There was a new photo dump he had to like, favorite, comment, repost, and save to his camera roll.
Three hours later….
San woke from his slumber to piss, cocooning himself in the sheets when he returned. He took a gander at his phone and there was a notification from the adult website’s app.
He scrambled to open the phone and it read, @cherrykitty1126 sent you a new message!
Oh my god. What could he be messaging him about? San feared the worst, praying there wasn’t bad news that would wreck him permanently. He opened the app and went to messages tab.
Drawing in sharp fumes from his vape, he read the dm.
@cherrykitty1126 wrote:
Hey pudding! So, crazy ask and proposal, but would you be interested in filming some content with me?
yall ever think about how adam parrish (tarot card: The Magician. represents the ability and will to achieve what you set out to) gave up his independence for something bigger than himself that he didn’t fully understand, and in the end it brought him connection and purpose. or just me
