Summary: During one of his lonely nights, Chan stumbles upon a camgirl who won’t get out of his head. If only he knew her…..
Bangchan already knew this night was going to drag.
The studio felt way too quiet.He sighed, leaning back in his chair for a second before running a hand through his hair.
Chan hated working this late again.
He had sent Jisung home because his snoring was getting too loud in the studio. He let Changbin go because he wouldn’t stop whining about being hungry. So now it was just Chan.
And god, he was so pent up again tonight.
He dropped to the floor and did some push-ups while listening to the track. Then he got up and jogged around the studio room for a bit, but nothing helped.
When he sat down again, slightly out of breath, he decided that what he needed right now was probably a different kind of letting off steam.
He grabbed his phone and opened that one forbidden site he had discovered recently. Hell, he didn’t even know why he kept going back to it.
He scrolled through the live videos until one caught his eye.
A beautiful girl.
Well—beautiful body. He couldn’t see her face at all.
He clicked on the video.
It loaded, and then he heard her voice.
Damn it… she had a pretty voice.
“Hi CB97, thank you for joining…”
Chan immediately turned red and turned the volume down.
She waited. She wore lingerie and in her hand was a little remote. “The first person to send me some money will be the one who get‘s to choose the first vibrator setting,” she said.
Chan bit his lip hard, his heart pounding as he stared at the screen. She sat back and spread her legs wide, the crotchless panties framing her smooth pussy perfectly.
The little vibrator was nestled deep inside her, buzzing faintly already.
Chan was fucking pathetic when he hit send, his cock twitching in his pants just from the sight.
“You can choose between 1 and 14 ….. be gentle with me…,” she purred, her voice husky.
Chan opened the chat with shaky fingers and typed in a 3.
She giggled softly, her hips shifting. “You are my new favourite Viewer.” She clicked the remote to 3, and a low hum filled the stream. Her pussy lips quivered as the vibrations pulsed gently against her clit from inside, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs trembling slightly.
Chan felt his cock swell hard against his zipper, the tip already leaking pre-cum into his boxers.
The next viewer jumped in quick, sending money and typing “5”. She cranked the remote up, the buzz growing stronger, making her back arch as the toy thrummed deeper into her wet folds.
She spread her legs even wider, her glistening pussy on full display, juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. “Mmm, that feels so good,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Another viewer sent a bigger tip. “Show us your tits pretty girl,” they demanded. She moaned louder, the vibrations making her squirm, and grabbed her lace bra, yanking it down to let her full, perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked.
Chan couldn't hold back anymore. His hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock as he pulled it out, the veiny shaft hot and pulsing in his grip. He started stroking slowly at first, his fist sliding up and down the length, smearing the slick pre-cum over the swollen head with each pump.
Precum beaded at the slit, and he groaned quietly in his dark room, eyes glued to her writhing body. He sent more money, his other hand flying across the keyboard: “10”.
“Oh you are a naughty man,” the girl mumbled, her voice breathy and teasing. He still didn’t see her face but he could hear her smiling, feel the heat in her words.
She twisted the remote to 10, and the vibrator roared to life inside her, slamming intense waves against her g-spot.
Her pussy clenched visibly around the toy, more wetness gushing out as she bucked her hips, tits jiggling with every jolt. “Fuck, yes... harder...,” she gasped, fingers digging into her thighs. Chan's strokes sped up, his hand flying faster over his cock, balls tightening as he watched her lose control, imagining that buzzing heat milking him instead.
───୨ৎ───
Oh, he was ashamed.
Deeply ashamed.
Chan didn’t listen to Felix explaining to Hyunjin how the new camera worked, didn’t listen to Seungmin asking Changbin to massage his shoulders, didn’t listen to anything, really.
He just stared down at his feet in the dressing room, unusually silent.
“Ahh hyung, why are you so quiet?” Jisung asked loudly.
Way too loud for Chan’s liking.
“Just thinking about the new album,” Chan mumbled.
Lie.
A horrible, pathetic lie.
He didn’t even dare to open his phone.
God.
He had paid a woman last night.
Paid.
For that.
He was such a fake Feminist.
Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a second.
He was raised better than this, right…?
Right??
He dragged a hand down his face, sinking further into his seat like he could disappear into the floor.
The door suddenly opened.
Chan looked up.
Their new PR girl walked in.
“I need two of you for a TikTok in ten minutes, is that possible?” she asked, her voice a little nervous.
Y/N.
She was shy. Everyone knew that.
But she got her work done.
And she was—
Chan blinked.
—really pretty.
He immediately looked away.
Stop it.
You don’t deserve to think that.
You literally paid a girl on the internet yesterday, what is wrong with you?
“Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath.
Before he could stop himself, Chan slapped his own cheek.
The room went quiet.
“…Are you okay?” Felix asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Chan sighed and nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
Totally not fine.
Y/N bit her lip, slightly awkward now, and lifted her phone again.
“Boys, I really need two of yo—”
“We’ll do it,” Hyunjin cut in, grabbing Felix’s hand and raising it.
Felix blinked. “Wait—”
Too late.
Y/N smiled, clearly relieved. “Thank you!”
She turned to leave, but just before she stepped out, her eyes flickered over to Chan for a brief second.
He froze.
Then the door closed.
Chan dropped his head into his hands.
Oh, this was bad.
This was really bad.
───୨ৎ───
But he was not immune to the temptation of that camgirl.
Not at all.
He found himself on her page every single night for two weeks straight. It was like a routine now. Finish work, go home, sit in the dark, open that site.
He couldn’t help himself.
“Hi, my sweet boy,” her sultry voice always said whenever he joined.
Every. Single. Time.
And every time, his stomach flipped like an idiot.
He was her highest payer.
That alone made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
He had tried—once—to pay double just to see her face. Just once. Just to get it out of his system.
But she was strict about it.
Secretive.
One viewer had asked her before.
“I can’t….. i…. have a day job… with a reputation… they just don’t pay me well,” she had said casually, already pulling out new lingerie to try on for them like it was nothing.
Like this was normal.
Like he was normal.
Chan pressed his lips together at the memory.
───୨ৎ───
Chan was at the soundcheck for the show they were performing later that day.
The stage lights were too bright, the music too loud, everything too much.
His phone vibrated in his hand.
He frowned and pulled it out.
A mail?
On his secret mail account?
Chan’s stomach dropped.
He looked around quickly before opening it.
It was her.
His face went pale.
“I usually never offer this. But would you want a one-on-one stream? I see you and you see me. You pay per 5 minutes and we don’t reveal our identities. I promise. I just have the feeling that you’ll want it… need it even… You can think about it <3”
Chan just stared at the screen.
Speechless.
Heart pounding way too fast for something like this.
“Chan, please take your phone down.”
Her voice snapped him out of it.
He looked up.
Y/N was standing a few meters in front of him, already holding up her phone.
Chan quickly locked his screen and lowered his hand.
She took a photo for the Stray Kids Instagram story.
“Handsome,” she muttered quietly to herself, smiling at the picture.
Chan let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.
“Ah… thanks.”
She nodded slightly and walked away, already pulling out her personal phone.
For a second, Chan’s eyes followed her.
She stopped near the side of the stage and checked something—her emails, maybe.
Her expression changed almost instantly.
A small frown.
Disappointment.
Then she sighed and locked her phone again.
Chan frowned slightly without realizing it.
He didn’t like that look on her.
She looked prettier when she smiled.
Chan blinked.
Then immediately looked away.
What the hell was wrong with him?
───୨ৎ───
He actually did think about it.
A lot more than he should have.
For days.
Every night, every quiet moment, every time he opened his phone and saw that email still sitting there.
But he didn’t answer.
Not until—
They won.
Album of the year.
The cheers, the lights, the adrenaline—it was too much, too overwhelming, too good.
Chan was buzzing.
High on it.
High on everything.
And suddenly, all that hesitation?
Gone.
There was no holding back anymore.
He was sitting in the van, still laughing with the others, trophy somewhere between them, when he grabbed his phone.
Euphoric.
Reckless.
He opened the mail and typed without thinking twice.
“Babe, I’ll pay you per MINUTE. When do you want me?”
Send.
Chan leaned his head back against the seat, grinning to himself, staring out of the window, completely lost in his own world.
Not noticing—
That a phone next to the driver’s seat, right in front of all the boys…
Vibrated.
───୨ৎ───
Back at the dorm, Chan barely made it inside.
“Hyung, goodni—”
The door to his room slammed shut before Jeongin could even finish.
Chan didn’t care.
His heart was racing again.
His phone vibrated.
He didn’t even sit down, just unlocked it immediately.
“I could get ready in 20 minutes.💋”
Chan let out a breathless laugh.
“Fuck, yeah…”
His fingers moved quickly.
“See you then.”
He tossed his phone onto the bed, running both hands through his hair, pacing his room once, twice.
Trying to calm down.
Failing.
Completely.
───୨ৎ───
He got out of the shower just in time. He got on the site. Logged in. And there she was.
Her camera went on, angled perfectly to show her body from the neck down—no face, just the enticing curves he'd clicked into this private session for.
Chan sat on his desk chair. Nothing behind him that could reveal that he was Bang Chan from Stray Kids.
Water droplets still clung to his trained muscular body, fresh from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
“Hi big guy“ she purred, her voice sultry and anonymous through the speakers.
Chan felt his cock twitch and harden instantly at the mystery of her. “Hi gorgeous“ he replied, his gaze devouring the screen.
She wore a dark red set, crotchless as always, fuck, it drove him wild. Her thighs looked inviting, her posture teasing even from this hidden angle.
“You look so fucking hot“ she said, her tone dripping with hunger. “Show me that pretty cock so I can match it with the right toy“
Chan didn't hesitate, yanking the towel free to reveal his thick, veined length springing up, already half-hard and heavy against his abs.
She let out a soft whimper that sent a jolt straight to his balls. “Do you like what you see?“ he asked, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a slow stroke, watching pre-cum pearl at the tip.
“Oh fuck yes“ she breathed, the sound raw and needy. She reached off-screen and pulled out a dildo that mirrored his cock perfectly—long, girthy, with realistic ridges and a flared head that promised to stretch her wide.
This was his private show; she didn't do toys like this on her public streams.
“This big one's just for you“ she teased, laying back on her massive bed, the sheets rumpling under her. She started by trailing her fingers down her body, dipping into the slick heat of her exposed pussy, spreading her lips to show how wet she already was.
The crotchless lingerie framed her like a gift, the red lace hugging her hips and barely containing her full breasts. “Turn around first—I need to see that ass“ Chan growled, his hand pumping his cock steadily now, the wet slap echoing in his room.
She complied without a word, flipping onto her knees and arching her back, presenting her round cheeks to the camera.
He groaned as she slapped her ass hard, the flesh jiggling enticingly, red blooming on her skin.
She spread her cheeks wide, giving him a glimpse of her tight pussy and the puckered hole above, before turning back and positioning the dildo at her entrance.
Her fingers wrapped around the base, lifting it like an offering as she brought it to her mouth first.
She rubbed the tip against her lips, parting them to let her tongue flick out and lap at the head, swirling wet circles that made it shine. “Mmm, gonna make this taste like your cock“ she murmured, her voice husky as she pressed her mouth down, sucking the shaft deep.
Her cheeks hollowed with each bob, saliva dripping messily down the length, coating it thoroughly in her spit.
She deepthroated it with ease, gagging softly for effect, her throat working around the thickness while her free hand kneaded her breast through the lace.
Chan's strokes quickened, his muscular chest heaving as water trailed down to his V-line, mixing with the pre-cum leaking over his knuckles.
The sight of this faceless stranger worshipping a toy version of him was intoxicating—pure, anonymous filth. “Fuck, that's perfect. Now rub it on your pussy and slide it in deep“ he commanded, his voice rough with need.
She pulled the dildo free with a wet pop, strings of her saliva stretching between her lips and the toy. She teased the slick head along her folds, parting them to reveal her swollen clit and the creamy arousal coating her inner thighs.
She pushed it in slowly, her pussy lips blooming around the girth, stretching taut as she took the first few inches. “Oh shit, it's splitting me open“ she gasped, her hips rolling to work more inside, the toy disappearing inch by veiny inch until her ass rested against her hand.
She started thrusting it with purpose, her walls clenching visibly around it, juices squelching out with every plunge. Her hand moved faster, fucking herself harder, the base slapping against her clit on each downstroke.
To amp it up, she reached up and tugged the lace cups of her lingerie down, freeing her heavy tits.
They spilled out, nipples dark and pebbled, bouncing wildly as she rammed the dildo deeper.
“Look at these tits bouncing for you“ she panted, cupping them and squeezing, pinching the nipples until they ached.
Chan leaned in, his cock throbbing in his fist, the veins bulging as he matched her rhythm. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every forceful pump, the dildo pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy, making obscene, wet sounds that filled the call.
She twisted the toy inside, grinding it against her sensitive spots, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
The heat built relentlessly; she shifted positions, straddling the dildo now, mounting it like she would him.
On her knees, she lowered herself onto the full length, her pussy engulfing it completely, tits swaying pendulously as she began to ride. Up and down she went, slow at first to savor the stretch, then faster, her ass cheeks slapping against the base with each descent.
Her hands braced on her thighs, she rode hard, the toy bottoming out inside her, her walls fluttering around it.
Sweat beaded on her skin, making the red lingerie cling transparently to her curves, her exposed breasts heaving and slapping together with the force of her movements.
Chan's abs tightened, his free hand gripping the desk as he jerked off furiously, the tip of his cock flushed dark and slick. This stranger's body was a masterpiece of motion—faceless but utterly devoted to pleasuring him through the screen.
“Ride it harder, make those tits bounce like you want my cum all over them“ he urged, his breath ragged.
She moaned loudly, obliging by slamming down repeatedly, the dildo squelching deep, her pussy creaming around it in thick rivulets that soaked her thighs.
She leaned back slightly, one hand reaching to spread her lips wider, showing him how the toy stretched her, while the other tweaked her nipple, pulling it taut.
The intensity peaked; her rides turned frantic, hips grinding in circles to hit every angle, her body trembling on the edge. “I'm so close—gonna soak this thing thinking of your cock“ she cried, her voice breaking into desperate whines.
Chan felt his balls draw up, the pressure unbearable. “Cum for me, show me how you squirt on it“ he demanded, his strokes blurring.
She shattered first, riding down hard one last time, her pussy convulsing wildly around the dildo as she gushed, clear fluids spraying out around the base, drenching the sheets.
That pushed him over—Chan's orgasm ripped through him, hot ropes of cum erupting from his cock, painting his hand, abs, and even splattering the desk as he groaned low and primal.
They both caught their breath, the air thick with satisfaction. She slowly lifted off the toy, her pussy gaping and pulsing, a trail of her release dripping down.
After the orgasm glow ended, the room fell into a heavy silence.
Chan was still trying to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling like his brain hadn’t caught up to what had just happened yet.
Y/N moved first.
“I—uh—I’m just gonna… clean up,” she mumbled, voice small again, like that confident tone from before had completely disappeared.
She reached to the side, grabbing for some tissues, still a little shaky.
And then—
Her phone slipped.
It hit the surface with a loud thud, tilting forward.
“Fuck—!” she yelped in shock.
Chan flinched at the sudden noise, his own phone slipping down.
It fell.
For a split second, everything froze.
Then—
The screens adjusted.
The cameras shifted.
And suddenly—
They were looking at each other.
Not silhouettes.
Not shadows.
Not usernames.
Real.
Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat.
His eyes widened in pure horror as he stared at the screen.
summary: random texts between you and your 3 boyfriends
sc: 20
cw: strong language, fluff, suggestive
a/n: i apologise for being so distant 😭 i promise i am still working on things but i am prioritising my mental health right now... however 3RACHA always cheers me up this is very self indulgent
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