Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you’re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar...
a/n: this wasn’t looked over so if it’s really bad or has mistakes (or it just is one big mistake lmao) I deeply apologize dhfsdk
Part 2 | Part 3
Sighing as you kicked off your shoes, you closed the door and put your keys on the hook by the door. You weren’t sure if it was just you or if work really was getting more stressful but you were completely beat after your shift, letting your feet drag as they carried you to the kitchen of your small apartment. All you wanted was to make a quick cup of ramen before going to your room, and that’s exactly what you planned on doing.
After your not-so-healthy dinner, you made sure everything was shut off in the kitchen before you made your way to your bedroom. You changed out of your work clothes into a plain old t-shirt, deciding to just wear underwear to bed before you crawled over your duvet and got yourself settled against the headboard.
You weren’t going to sleep just yet. Your favorite way to unwind after a long day was watching your favorite camboy. Something about getting off while watching Lay was perfect, at least compared to anybody else you’d found on that website. Not only was he inclusive to everybody, but he left you feeling relaxed enough for you to easily drift off to sleep without worries in your head keeping you occupied. It wasn’t a nightly thing you did but it was something you did on days like these where you were just stressed and overworked.
Going onto the website after you’d retrieved and opened your laptop, you planned on just watching an old stream you might’ve missed or maybe one of your favorite videos if he didn’t have anything that piqued your interest. But you found that Lay was actually live, so you smiled a little to yourself as you clicked the link.
Lay already had his shirt unbuttoned. He was wearing a plain black suit with a white button-up underneath. Both his shirt and his jacket were undone, his tie untied and left hanging around his neck. His muscular torso was on full display and all you could think about was how amazing it would feel to run your fingers over it or how pretty it would look with red lines scratched down it. His black pants were undone, revealing his matching boxers because Lay always had to go all out on playing whatever part he decided to do. Apparently tonight’s theme was from a big donor who requested he have a Daddy theme.
You definitely weren’t complaining.
The chat was flying by, begging him to do more. From the angle of his camera, you could see from mid thigh, up to his chin, but he leaned toward the camera to read the comments so could see his mouth which was formed into a smirk, showing off his dimples. God, you thought his smile was gorgeous.
“You want more, huh?” he asked in a sultry voice that had your hand snaking down under your panties. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock just yet. Beg for it.”
Lay leaned back again, one arm resting against the counter behind him as he read the comments that poured in while lazily palming himself through his boxers. You couldn’t see his expression but you could see his smirk from the way he leaned back. Even though you’d never seen his face before, you could just picture him with a quirked brow, watching in amusement as his viewers begged for him to do more. He was just so beautiful, and the aura he gave off even through your screen made you want to please him.
You removed your hand from your underwear and pulled your laptop closer. You made a donation with a quick comment, shoving your pride and embarrassment down.
“’Please, Daddy? I’ve had such a hard day and I need Daddy’s cock’,” he read, frowning a bit as he clicked his tongue. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry. Only because you asked so nicely and because my angel had such a hard day.”
He pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to let his erection spring free, letting it bounce against his abdomen. Your mouth watered seeing his red tip already leaking a drop of precum, and your hand wandered back down between your thighs. Arousal had already pooled between them, and it was only getting worse seeing Lay like this.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling so nice tonight,” he mused, spreading the pearl of precum with his thumb down his shaft before he languidly stroked himself. “I won’t always be so easy-going, but tonight, I want to make my baby feel better.”
You didn’t know why you felt heat rushing to your cheeks. Maybe because it was your comment he was referring to, so you felt like he was speaking directly to you when he said ‘baby’. You knew he was speaking to the general audience, but still.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked with a soft hum at the end of the question. “Don’t go to fast -- you want to make this last, don’t you? Just tease yourself a little for Daddy, yeah?”
You found yourself doing as you were told, spreading your wetness around your folds before lightly rubbing over your clit. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen as your thighs spread apart wider.
“Add a finger now,” he instructed, letting his teeth graze over his bottom lip. “Move it slowly, though. Don’t go too fast or you’ll make Daddy mad. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You almost sighed out a reply as your middle finger dipped into your heat, letting your head loll back as you kept your eyes on the screen. Lay was picking up the pace of his hand, occasionally rubbing his thumb over his tip. His wrist moved back and forth as he jerked himself off, his face always facing the camera.
You wanted so badly to know what his face looked like, knowing it would add to the little fantasy your imagination had come up with of him a bunch of times. Almost any time you masturbated, you always pictured Lay above you, but you never had a face to put on the body. All you had was his perfect smile to go off of, but just judging from that, you were sure he was beautiful.
“Fuck,” he whispered, squeezing his cock as he continued to move his hand. He inhaled deeply before breathing out, “Add another finger. Go faster...”
You did just that, biting on your lip to hold in your moans -- you didn’t need your neighbors hearing you. You watched as Lay continued to stroke himself, his stomach muscles contracting to make his abs even more prominent. His body looked like it was sculpted by God himself -- and you had seen even more of him than just this. He was working himself up and it was so amazing to watch, your eyes completely glued to him on your screen.
Your fingers were moving faster and faster as the stream went on, adding a third finger, too. You were hitting your g-spot, curling your toes as your lungs felt tighter with your impending orgasm. You could tell Lay was getting close, too, from how he was hissing and how his moans were getting breathier.
“Are you close?” he asked, his voice still so velvety despite how close he was. “Are you gonna cum for Daddy like a good little angel? Fuck-- Don’t cum just yet. Daddy w-wants you to cum with him, okay?”
You were holding on as well as you could. Even though you knew there were obviously no consequences if you came before he said so, you still felt like you had to wait. Not only because it would be more enjoyable for you, but because in your imagination, Lay was masturbating with you specifically, and you wanted to please him.
“Shit, cum for me baby,” he groaned. “Cum for Daddy.”
You couldn’t help but whimper out his name as you came on your fingers, pumping them through your orgasm. You could barely keep your eyes open through your high, but you managed just so you could see ropes of white spurt out from Lay’s tip, landing somewhere off screen while a few lines fell onto his black pants.
You could hear him panting as you relaxed back into your bed, your hand sliding out from your underwear.
“God,” he sighed, reaching one hand up to run through his hair. “You were so good for Daddy. I should do themed nights like this more often, huh?”
You could see the smile on his face as he leaned closer to the camera so he could end the stream.
“It’s night for me, but I know some of you are in different time zones, so have a good day or have a good night. I’ll see you lovelies later. Bye!”
With a wave to the camera and one last dimpled smile, it was ended. You sighed to yourself and shut your laptop, already feeling tired enough to go to sleep. Still, you went to the bathroom to pee and wash your hands before you went back to your room and climbed into bed, your eyes closing as soon as your head hit the pillow.
-
You couldn’t stop thinking about Lay all morning, and that didn’t change even as you walked to the cafe down the street. You didn’t normally go to the cafe in the morning because you were usually working or sleeping in, but you were supposed to be meeting a friend because they needed to shop for a dress for a family member’s wedding, and they wanted your opinion. So you decided to stop for coffee before meeting them at the mall.
You tore yourself from your thoughts as you opened the door to the small building, the smell of fresh coffee hitting your nose. You walked up to the counter and greeted the cashier, ordering what you wanted before paying. You went over to the pick-up counter to wait, keeping your head down with your eyes on your phone as you texted a quick reply to your friend that you’d be at the mall in fifteen minutes.
“_____?” a voice that sounded a little familiar but you were unable to place called your name for your order.
You looked up, staring into the brown eyes of one of the baristas who was holding your drink. His kind eyes crinkled as he smiled, showing off a dimpled smile that made your heart race.
And then you placed the voice.
“Th-that’s me,” you stammered out, remembering you had to reply.
“Here you go,” the familiar voice said in a cheery yet polite tone you’d never heard that voice talk in before. “Enjoy!”
As he held your coffee out, your eyes looked down to his nametag. Yixing.
“Thank you,” you replied, taking the coffee from his hand, trying not to look too shaky.
“Have a good day!” he chirped.
You could hear his voice in your head, except it was something similar he’d said last night when you watched the same barista get himself off on camera.
‘--so have a good day or have a good night.’
“Y-you too,” you said quickly before you turned and left the cafe so quickly that you forgot to grab a straw.
Genre/warnings: camboy au, barista au, fluff, a little bit of crack, smut (nothing too special, it’s pretty vanilla tbh)
Word count: 4,409
Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you’re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar…
a/n: this is the final part of side job just so there isn’t confusion because some people weren’t sure how many parts it was going to be. it’s three parts and this is the third aka final one okay carry on dsfjkhds
Part 1 | Part 2
Were you crazy? Yes. But were you stupid? Also yes.
Your body moved on autopilot as you walked into the cafe like Yixing told you to the night before at your apartment. You couldn’t actually believe you were going to go face him again -- especially after that awkward conversation on your side -- but something deep down compelled you to go. Maybe it was because this was the camboy that was your dream guy -- physically and sexually, anyway. Maybe it was because he ended up being funnier and kinder than you expected. Maybe it was just because you were crazy and stupid.
The cafe was busier than it was when you were usually there, but you also never showed up in the mornings. That was typical rush hour, but you’d thankfully caught the end of it. Only about five people were in line ahead of you, and it seemed like things were starting to slow down. You didn’t know if that was good or bad because on one hand, there were less people to embarrass yourself in front of. On the other, it meant Yixing would be less busy, therefore, could talk to you longer.
You were too caught up in your worrying over your crisis that you didn’t even notice it was your turn to order until it was too late.
“Hey!” Yixing’s voice made you snap out of your trance and look up to meet his eyes. He was smiling at you before he let out a little huff like he was impressed. “I’m surprised you actually came. You seemed terrified even when I left yesterday.”
You shrugged, “I’m still trying to figure out if I’m going insane or not.”
He chuckled at your honesty -- though he probably thought you were kidding -- before he placed one hand on the computer in front of him, “What can I get you?”
“Uh, j-just a regular coffee,” you told him.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “C’mon, what’s the thing you usually get? Wait, don’t answer, I remember from yesterday.”
“Why are you doing this?” you wondered quietly.
“Doing what?” he asked as he punched in your order before waving the fee.
“Buying me a coffee and being nice and using your friend’s friend to find me?”
Yixing paused, looking up at you as he chewed nonchalantly on the inside of his cheek. He stared at you for a little bit without saying anything, and you thought he was just going to ignore your question.
“Hold that thought,” he told you before he turned to go make your drink.
You let out a soft sigh as you went to go wait by the counter for your order. You figured watching Yixing make your drink would be a little weird so you opted for looking at your phone instead. So you didn’t see how Yixing left your drink on the counter by the back room before he disappeared behind the doors. It wasn’t until you felt somebody tap your shoulder that you looked up.
Yixing didn’t have his apron on anymore, and he was holding your drink in one hand with his dimpled smile.
“I decided to take my break now, so...you wanna go sit outside instead?” he offered.
“Sure,” you nodded slowly, unsure of what exactly was about to happen.
You followed Yixing out of the cafe anyway, thanking him when he held the door open for you. The two of you took a seat at one of the tables that was sitting under an umbrella.
“Okay, so,” he began, seeming a little nervous -- which seemed out of character for him in the short time you’ve ‘known’ him, “about your question... So, I originally just wanted to find you because you recognized me. I’ve never shown my face on stream so I was kind of curious about you but I also just like...felt kinda famous. I don’t know... But then after talking to you, I thought you were pretty cute, so I just kind of opted for flirting -- aka offering you a coffee.”
You almost choked on the very coffee he offered to buy you, “F-flirting?”
“Y’know, for somebody who managed to recognize me, you don’t keep up too well,” he joked with a small laugh. “How did you recognize me anyway?”
You tried to shove the flirting thing at the back of your mind -- unsuccessfully -- to answer his question, “Well, uh...your voice sounded kind of familiar, and... Okay, this is going to sound lame but I’d recognize a smile like yours anywhere.”
Yixing let out a giggle that showed off that beautiful smile in question, “See, now you’re flirting with me!”
“Not intentionally!” you said defensively, holding your hands up before you realized how bad that sounded. “Wait, not like I wouldn’t flirt with you because I would because you are really sweet and attractive and stuff. Wait, but that sounds--”
“I get it,” he nodded with a laugh. The was he was smiling at you had your stomach doing flips, his eyes looking like tiny crescent moons. “How are you so easily flustered?”
How could you explain to him that it was because he was the most perfect being you’d ever laid eyes on without sounding creepy?
Instead of replying because you couldn’t come up with a reason, you just shrugged.
Yixing turned a little more serious, studying you as he quietly asked, “Its not because I’m a camboy, is it?”
“No,” you were quick to reassure him, shaking your head. “Trust me, that doesn’t bother me at all.”
The corners of his mouth started to tug up a little, “Really?”
“I mean...yeah it’s kind of flustering knowing I’ve seen you...y’know. But...other than that...” you trailed off with a shrug.
His next words had your heart stopping then and there, and wondering if you required a hearing aid of some sort.
“Do you wanna go on a date tonight?”
The blank look he saw on your face as you blinked at him, eyes full of confusion had him laughing again, his dimpled smile not helping you restart your heart at all.
“I-- ...Why?” you stammered.
“I know it’s kind of sudden but like,” he ran a hand through his dark hair before sighing -- not a sad sigh but a happy sigh, “it’s so hard finding people who don’t mind my line of work -- let alone people who are incredibly adorable and don’t mind it.”
“Wait...seriously?”
He nodded slowly, “There’s a surprising amount of people who don’t want to get involved with a camboy. They see it as cheating and being unfaithful and disloyal.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, staring down at the table as you considered this. If you were to date Yixing -- God, what a weird sentence -- would you feel like he was cheating by being a camboy? Would it come off like he would be any less unfaithful to you just because of something he did on the side for extra cash? Would you feel like he’d love or care for you any less?
You took in a deep breath and said, “Yes.”
He cocked his head to one side, “Yes?”
You nodded, “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you tonight.”
Yixing was beaming, “Really?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it!”
“Please stop making me so flustered.”
He chuckled, standing up to get back to work, “You do that on your own. Anything makes you blush -- but that works in my favor.”
-
Since Yixing was aware of where you lived, he picked you up at your house. His car was surprisingly nice considering you assumed his full-time job was as a barista, but you didn’t mention it. You just thanked him when he opened the passenger door for you.
Yixing decided to go for the classic dinner date. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but it was definitely better than fast food or some cheap chain restaurant. You liked it.
After the two of you were seated and ordered your drinks, you both looked over the menu while trying to strike up small talk.
“So, what is it that you do for work, _____?” Yixing wondered as he scanned the menu.
“Just an office job,” you shrugged. “Definitely not as aesthetic as being a barista at a nice cafe.”
Yixing lowered his menu enough to look at you, chuckling, “Wait, you think being a barista is my job?”
Suddenly, you were questioning your whole existence. Was Yixing...not a barista? Had you imagined everything up until now? Was this all a dream or were you truly going crazy?
“Did... Was I just seeing shit this whole time?” you wondered, genuine concern on your face.
Yixing laughed, shaking his head, “You’re actually so adorable. _____, that’s just a part-time job. You know what my main job is.”
Now you were just dumbfounded, your jaw dropping at you gawked at him, “You make that much money from...?”
He nodded with a shrug, “I actually didn’t even need to get a side job but I got kinda bored sitting around at home.”
“So what do you do on your days off?”
“Any errands and chores that need to be done, and then when that’s taken care of, I’m either streaming, sleeping, or hanging out with Junmyeon and stuff. Basically, I have a lot of free time.”
You scoffed, “I work 5 days a week and then hang out with Jongin most nights. I wish I had a schedule like you.”
“You could just do what I do,” he shrugged, the words coming out nonchalantly as he looked back at his menu again.
You almost choked on your water, blinking at him, “I-- W-what...?”
He glanced up at you, amusement all over his face, “What?”
“Y-you think... M-me...?”
He could see how pink your cheeks were turning and decided to save you the embarrassment -- for now, “I can explain more about all that in the car. For now, what looks good to you?”
‘You,’ was all you could think.
“Because...” Yixing continued, seeming like he was genuinely thinking his choices over, “I was thinking of getting the steak with a side of you.”
He looked up at you with his beautiful smile and a playful wink that you couldn’t help but giggle at as your face began to heat up even more than it had been. Yixing was even laughing at himself, rolling his eyes.
“God, that was so cheesy, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.”
You realized that Yixing wasn’t just really, really hot, but he was absolutely adorable as well. And that was only further proven the longer the date went on. He was funny, sweet, intelligent, and a gentleman. Even after you were done with dinner, the two of you just sat there for twenty more minutes just talking with each other before you both realized you’d been there longer than you should’ve been.
On the ride home, though, Yixing brought up his previous comment.
“I meant what I said, by the way,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road. “Anybody could do what I do. If you’re nervous about your body, there are people who are into all kinds of body types. If you’re shy, well, everybody starts out somewhere. I was shy when I first started out, and some people were even really into the shy thing. It takes a bit to get a following and whatnot but the money can be insane.”
“I don’t know...” you replied tentatively, looking down at your lap. “It’s not really something I can see myself doing.”
“Are you interested at all?” he wondered.
You shrugged in reply, “It would definitely be less stressful than my current job. And I mean, it’s obviously...kinda fun.”
Yixing let out a little chuckle, “Yeah, that’s for sure. But yeah, if it’s something you’re interested in doing, why can’t you see yourself doing it? Just do it.”
“I’ll have to give it some more thought. There’s always the possibility of Jongin walking in on me or something. I can’t tell you how many times he’s burst into my apartment.”
“You gave him a key?”
“No, he made a copy of mine.”
He let out a laugh, shaking his head, “Sounds like my friends.”
“Seems like we have a lot in common,” you decided, considering how the date had gone, too.
Yixing glanced over at you, his eyes sparkling, “Seems like we do.”
-
Your back slammed against the wall, Yixing’s lips fervent on your own. His hands gripped your waist, bunching up your shirt and trying to get it up over your head, your arms already above your head but his lips just didn’t want to break from yours. So instead, his hands released the fabric and just trailed up your body and up your arms until his fingers intertwined with yours, continuing to hold your hands up against the wall.
This was your third date with Yixing, and you didn’t think that you would already end up here. You weren’t complaining, you just didn’t really expect you to end up in Yixing’s with him pinning you up against a wall. It started out innocent when Yixing asked if he could kiss you -- properly this time since he’d only kissed you on the cheek the first and second dates -- once you’d gotten back to his place where you’d left your car. But then he pulled back and smirked slightly, asking if you wanted to come in.
So here you were.
Yixing pulled away just enough to speak, already panting quietly, “I hope you know this is because I genuinely like you and not because I’m--”
“I know, Xing,” you softly reassured him.
“Good,” he smiled, his dimples showing up, “just wanted to make sure.”
While his lips were away from yours, he pulled your shirt off of your body before his mouth attacked yours again. His hands moved back down to your hips, pulling them closer into his as he experimentally ground his into yours to see how you’d react. When you let out a soft moan, he smirked to himself.
Truthfully, he loved seeing the affect he had on you. You blushed when he so much as looked in your direction, and he’d never met anybody that reacted to him like that. It was definitely something he could get used to.
“C’mon,” he mumbled against your lips before he was pulling away, taking your hand to lead you down the hall to the bedroom you’d seen so many times on his streams.
It was almost surreal being in Yixing’s room, but you also couldn’t focus on any of that right now -- thank god because now was really not the time you wanted to make a fool out of yourself again. He was tugging off his shirt as soon as he pulled you in and kicked the door closed, tossing it off to the side carelessly before he walked right up to you and cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours once again. He backed you up as your mouths and tongues moved against each others until you were falling back on the bed with him going down with you.
As his lips trailed down to your neck and across your chest, he made quick work of getting the rest of your clothing off until you were just in your underwear. His fingers moved over your underwear, rubbing your clit slowly. You weren’t sure why but you were suddenly feeling incredibly shy, trying to use your hand to hide any moans that might slip out.
Yixing noticed how quiet you were, looking up from where his mouth had traveled down to your stomach. He saw your eyes closed and face contorted slightly in pleasure, but your hand was clamped over your mouth. He used his other hand to grab your wrist and gently pull your hand away, your eyes flying open to find his looking at you softly.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, “it’s just us. There’s no need for you to be shy. I want to hear your pretty moans, _____.”
His voice sounded like honey in your ear as his hand dipped into your underwear as he spoke. His fingers brushed over your clit as they made their way through your folds before one finger slid into your heat, causing you to bite your bottom lip.
“I bet you sound so pretty,” he continued, his lips by your ear. “Why are you so shy now?”
“Well...” you began, your voice cracking when it came out from nerves, so you cleared it quietly, “you’re...y-you, and I’ve seen you before but you’ve never seen me and it’s just... I don’t know...”
Yixing let go of your wrist, cupping your cheek and stroking your skin with his thumb, “You don’t have anything to be nervous or shy about. I know what I’m getting myself into when I decide to sleep with somebody. But if you ever get too uncomfortable, just tell me, okay? I’ll stop.”
You nodded, looking up into his eyes. Something about him had an extremely calming effect on you, even when he was fully clothed and you were completely naked except your underwear.
“Yixing?”
“Mhmm?”
“Could you...maybe...like, take off your clothes so I’m not so...”
Yixing chuckled, his eyes twinkling at how timid you still seemed, “Of course. Did you want to help me with that?”
You knew you were looking at Yixing like a deer in headlights. You getting to undress Yixing? That would be like getting to touch the Mona Lisa.
“Truthfully, I think my hands would shake too much,” you admitted with a sheepish laugh.
He let out a bright laugh as he sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt with ease, “Here, I’ll do the hard work and you can just do the easy part.”
He crawled off the bed as he continued to undo his shirt so he could kick off his black jeans and eve discarded his boxers like it was nothing. For some reason you felt like you had to look away, but the way Yixing stared at you in amusement as he took them off had you unable to look anywhere but at him. You’d seen him half-hard like this before, but seeing him like this in person was completely different somehow. It was like you couldn’t believe he was right in front of you.
“For somebody who watches me naked on stream all the time,” he began with a smirk, “you’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before.”
"Why do you insist on teasing me like this?” you whined, staring up at the ceiling as you covered your blushing face.
The bed dipped beside you as Yixing pulled your hands away, grinning down at you, “Because you’re so easy to tease, and I love seeing how you react. Just me being near you makes you all blushy. It’s cute.”
Before you could reply, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You resumed kissing each other like nothing had even happened, your arms going around Yixing’s neck as his tongue moved with yours. His hands started wandering again, one going back to where it was before in your underwear. You gasped softly into his mouth feeling his fingers near your entrance, and he smiled against your lips.
“Just relax,” he mumbled, “and whatever you do, don’t be quiet.”
But when his finger dipped inside you again, you found yourself trying to hold in any noise. You just couldn’t shake your nerves, even though you were already almost completely naked.
“Please,” he begged in a whisper as he nipped at your ear. “I wanna hear how beautiful you sound moaning my name.”
His words alone had a soft moan escaping, your cheeks immediately heating up. Yixing smirked in response, his lips traveling down your neck now.
“That’s a good girl,” he hummed. “You sound so beautiful, but I think you can be a little louder than that, can’t you?”
This thumb rubbed circles against your clit in time with the steady pace of his fingers. Your breathing hitched, and Yixing caught it, smiling against your skin as he continued to leave soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. He started nipping and sucking, leaving a few light marks in an attempt to see what it would take to get you to make more noise.
He curled his fingers inside you, trying to find that spot. He felt you clench around his fingers and gasp, biting down on your bottom lip. He lifted his head and looked at you, an eyebrow cocked.
“There? Did that feel good?” he asked.
You nodded, "Y-yeah...”
He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting into you faster as they continued to rub against the same spot. You couldn’t contain it anymore, your back arching off the bed.
“Oh god, Yixing,” you whimpered, your hands reaching down to grab his wrist.
He thought you were trying to stop him, but instead, you started rocking your hips on his fingers, craving more. Yixing bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from just ripping his fingers out of you and fucking you into his mattress. He would do that after you asked for it, but he wanted to hear the words come from your mouth.
Even though you were still holding his wrist, Yixing moved his hand faster, the sounds of your slick as his fingers thrust into you filling the room. You squirmed beneath him, grabbing anything your hands could reach as your eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck, Yixing, I--” you cut off, not even knowing where your sentence was going.
“What is it?” he pressed, his voice like velvet.
“Fuck me,” you blurted, still at the mercy of his fingers. “P-please fuck me already. I need you.”
He groaned softly at your words, removing his fingers and cleaning them off teasingly slow. When you opened your eyes to see what was taking so long, you found him staring right at you with his fingers slowly coming out of his mouth. You blushed harder, covering your eyes with your arms.
“Come on, you’ve already tortured me enough,” you whined.
“You’re right,” he chuckled as he sat up and reached for a condom in the drawer of his nightstand. He ripped off the packaging and slid the condom on before he aligned his tip with your entrance. When he spoke again, his voice was low and sent a shiver down your spine. “Let me give you your reward, then.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders feeling him slowly push into you. You gave them a squeeze as you felt him stretch you out, but it didn’t hurt, it felt good. Feeling full of him was, as weird as it might’ve been to admit right now, something you only ever imagined while watching his streams. But it was so much better than you’d ever imagined.
His hips moved slowly when you told him you were okay, his hands squeezing your hips before they crept up your sides. His then moved down your arms until they found your hands, lacing your fingers together and moving your hands above your head. He leaned down to kiss you as his hips moved steadily, his kiss devouring your soft mewls.
“Faster,” you begged in a whisper.
Yixing smiled against your lips, “You’re getting more confident.”
As you asked, his thrusts became faster and a little harsher, causing your hips to buck up into his with a moan of his name. He let out a low moan in response, letting his teeth graze against the skin of your shoulder.
His hips gradually picked up their pace until you were both panting and moaning loud enough for Yixing’s neighbors to probably hear. Your nails dragged down the skin of his back as your legs squeezed his hips. You were clinging to him like your life depended on it, his name coming out in the form of loud whimpers, warning him that you were close.
His fingers had been toying with your clit, trying to bring you to your release faster. He lifted his head to study your expression, loving the way it contorted in pleasure and how you had trouble keeping your eyes open to look at him.
When he felt you clench around him, his moan came out higher in pitch, and he watched as your mouth dropped open in a cry of profanities mixed in with his name. Your eyes squeezed shut, unable to keep them open as pleasure washed over you so hard that you were just repeating Yixing’s name over and over again because it was all you could think of.
Yixing came soon after, twitching inside you before he released into the condom. His moans were higher and breathier when he came, riding out his high until you were softly whimpering from the overstimulation of him inside you. He laid on top of you for a moment to catch his breath before slowly sliding out of you and going to dispose of the condom, promising he’d be right back. When he did return, he had a damp cloth and two bottles of water in his hands, cleaning you up before insisting you drink some of the water.
“I haven’t gotten to do this part in a while,” he said with an amused expression, though there was a hint of sadness in his tone that made you frown slightly. He noticed as he got in bed beside you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “It’s fine. I can do it with you now, right?”
“Right,” you nodded with a smile, letting your head rest against his shoulder.
“Did you wanna take a shower and get a little more cleaned up?” he wondered, one hand reaching over to run through your hair.
You let out a tiny yawn as you shook your head, “Nah, I can do that in the morning.”
Yixing smiled softly to himself, happy to be able to fall asleep next to somebody with them in his arms for once. He was so used to having sex and them just leaving, or them using him for sex since he was a camboy. Finally, he had somebody who just wanted to be with him and didn’t care what he did to make money.
He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around you, his lips meeting your temple, “Sounds good to me.”
Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you’re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar…
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Coming home that day, you went straight to your room and flopped down on it face first. Your friend kept asking if you were feeling alright because you weren’t paying any attention at all the whole day. All you could think about was how Lay, your favorite camboy, was a barista just down the fucking street! And then that lead to the fact that he must’ve lived nearby, which was somehow even more terrifying.
There were three things you knew for sure: first, you weren’t sure you could ever watch another one of Lay’s streams; second, you were never stepping foot in that cafe ever again; third, Lay’s face was just as drop-dead gorgeous as his body.
No, not Lay. His name was Yixing. And you couldn’t get that out of your head for some reason. You knew Lay was probably some sort of alias, but you never expected you’d know his real name. It felt too...personal. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.
You spent the next few days trying to keep yourself as distracted as possible. You didn’t want to go watch any of his streams -- no matter how mentally and emotionally exhausted you felt -- and you didn’t want to build up the curiosity to go back to the cafe and see if he was there because some masochistic part of you wanted to go back and take in the fact that Lay was a real person that was right in front of you. But you wouldn’t let yourself do that.
It wasn’t until those few days had gone by that your promise to never return to the cafe was broken.
Jonginie: come keep me company :(
you: do you not realize what time it is???
Jonginie: but studying sucks and i need friends
you: sehun exists???
you: taemin exists????
you: jimin exists??????
Jonginie: sehun's getting laid, jimin’s at a concert, and the last time i invited taemin out late at night he got lost and i spent two hours trying to find him because he wouldn’t answer his phone
you: oh my god you big baby
you: where are you?
Jonginie: that little cafe down the street from your apartment :)
you: NO
you: NOPE
you: IM NOT GOING
Jonginie: ????
Jonginie: what the actual fuck is wrong with you
You couldn’t tell your best friend the reason you couldn’t go back to that cafe. You couldn’t admit that you watched a camboy and that camboy just happened to work there. You couldn’t tell him that the day before you ran into him, you donated $20 and called him Daddy as you begged for him to whip his dick out. You just couldn’t admit any of that.
So what excuse did you have to work with?
Jonginie: i’ll buy you your favorite!!! :)
None. You had no excuses at all.
you: i’ll be there in 10 ig
So you got dressed and put on your proverbial big girl pants before you grabbed your keys, slipped on your shoes, and left the house with your phone in your pocket just in case. Only Jongin would ask you to meet him at a coffee shop at 8pm so he could study and not be alone, so you, being a female, had to keep your phone with you at all times and have your keys in hand just in case -- and not just to unlock your door when you got home.
Thankfully, the walk to the cafe was uneventful, but you couldn’t get your brain to calm down the whole way there. You were just worrying about if Lay -- Yixing -- would be there. You didn’t even know what you were so worried about the longer you thought about it. It wasn’t like you had to talk to him. Just say hello, order, and then say thanks and have a good day. It was so simple but your stupid imagination was acting like he would somehow know you masturbated to him on a weekly basis.
Taking a final deep breath, you opened the door to the cafe and walked in -- you also made note to check their hours and you were surprised to find the cafe had such late hours, but it was probably because there was a college campus nearby. You glanced at the counter, offering an awkward smile to the bored-looking girl working. She seemed to be the only one working, in fact, since the cafe was empty except for Jongin and some other poor college student that was typing away furiously on their laptop.
“Hey!” Jongin grinned as you sat down across from him. The table was covered with papers, his textbook, and his notebook that he was scribbling in. “You should’ve told me when you were closer by so I could’ve ordered for you.”
“It’s fine, I can order for myself,” you shrugged.
“Alright, here’s my card,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his card over to you. “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”
As you both got up, you stopped at the counter while Jongin went passed it to where the restrooms were located. You greeted the poor barista before ordering what you wanted and paying for it. But as you waited for her to make your drink, you started to get curious. You figured you had nothing to lose if you were never coming back here -- starting tonight -- so you softly spoke up.
“Excuse me? Um...w-when does Yixing usually work?”
The girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “Yixing? Uh, usually mornings, I think.”
You nodded with a quiet “thanks”, happy she didn’t ask why you wanted to know. She finished making your drink and handed it to you with a “enjoy” that wasn’t nearly as chipper as the one Yixing gave you, but that was neither here nor there.
As you went back to your table, you smirked to yourself. Maybe you could find away around avoiding the cafe, especially since this seemed to be where Jongin liked to study now. If you just came here at night, you’d be safe. It made sense anyway -- nighttime was when Lay liked to stream. If you just didn’t come in the mornings, you were safe. You could easily get your coffee and not run into the boy that didn’t know you’d seen him naked way more times than you could count on one hand.
“What’re you smirking about?” Jongin scoffed as he walked back over to the table.
You cleared your throat, scrunching your face before letting it fall back to its neutral state, “Nothing. Do your homework.”
-
The cafe was back to being a safe space now that you knew Yixing’s -- Lay’s; you never knew what to call him, honestly -- schedule. You showed up quite a bit to keep Jongin company while he studied. Sometimes his other friends would join which was always...interesting to say the least -- especially with Taemin. Sometimes it was just you and Jongin with him complaining about how he hated homework and wondering why he went to college.
After a couple weeks, you had calmed down enough to be able to go back to watching Lay’s streams. You figured there was no harm if you didn’t really know him and would never see him again, so...why not? Plus, you hadn’t gotten a really good orgasm ever since you stopped watching him and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You had to give in because you were weak.
A month had gone by and you were finally over your fear of seeing Lay at the cafe.
While you were packing your things up to go home from work, your phone vibrated. You took it out to check, seeing Jongin was texting you.
Jonginie: can i stay at your place tonight?
Jonginie: i miss you :(
you: okay whats the real reason
Jonginie: .......my roommate’s drunk and obnoxious and i probably won’t sleep tonight
Jonginie: BUT I SWEAR I ALSO MISS YOU
Jonginie: please?? :(((((
If you were going to host Jongin tonight, you’d need something to keep you awake after you got home. Typically you were able to crash then and there and it would only be about 6:30. So after agreeing to let Jongin stay over, you grabbed your things and left work, deciding your next destination was the cafe.
When you entered, nobody was at the counter. There were only a few customers inside, already having gotten their coffees. Some were on their phones as they sat at tables, and some were working on their laptops. You didn’t really pay much attention to them -- or anybody -- as you walked up to the counter to order a coffee, looking down at your phone instead.
“Hi! How can I help you?” that friendly voice chirped, shooting ice through your veins as you all but froze on the spot.
Slowly, you looked up, almost whimpering when your eyes moved over the nametag that read Yixing. Your eyes met his as he smiled at you, showing off his dimples as he waited for your reply.
Internally, you were panicking. He wasn’t supposed to work nights! Why was he working? Why was he here? Why now? Why, why, why?
But externally, you shyly gave him your order before you paid for it.
Yixing turned to make your order as you went to wait by the pick-up counter. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him even though you wanted so badly to look away and erase all of this from your mind. But your eyes followed him as he moved around, thinking about how good he looked even in his barista uniform. Maybe he’d do a barista theme for one of his cams...
‘Jesus, _____, stop it. That’s weird, don’t go there.’
You shook the thought from your mind, taking a deep breath to try to clear your thoughts. That was when Yixing walked over with your order, sliding it across the counter to you with his dumb beautiful smile that made your legs turn to jelly.
“Have a good day, _____,” he grinned, remembering your name from when you gave him the order.
And that’s when you said the worst thing you could’ve said to him other than admitting you watched his cams. Your stupid brain wasn’t thinking, and you blurted the only thing you could get away with in public, but would still probably not only send Yixing into a panic, but would make him think you were weird.
“Thanks, Lay.”
You were half-turned to leave when you realized, and you froze. Lay -- Yixing, Jesus; it’s Yixing -- froze as well, the smile dropping from his face as he just stared at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was a little ajar, but you couldn’t tell what kind of emotion it was conveying.
“Wh--” Yixing’s eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit as he looked away at the counter before looking back at you again. “What did you just call me?”
You didn’t want to answer and drag this awkward conversation on even longer, but your legs also wouldn’t respond when you decided it was best to just walk away and not answer or look back. Your feet were practically glued to the floor, staring back at Yixing in silence as you looked like a deer in headlights.
“_____!” a familiar voice called.
Your head whipped around to see Jongin smiling at you as he waved, walking into the cafe. You almost wanted to cry from relief when you saw him.
“I was on my way to your place when I saw you were in here,” he chuckled, grabbing your arm. “C’mon, I told Sehunie he could come over to watch movies for a bit and he’s gonna beat us there. If he’s waiting for longer than 2 seconds, he’s going to complain all night and I don’t wanna hear it.”
Jongin dragged you away from the counter, forcing your legs and feet to finally move. However, your dumb, idiot self decided to look back over your shoulder to find Yixing still staring at you, watching as you disappeared out the door with Jongin -- who you now decided you’d owed your life to.
-
“You got here the same time as us, stop whining!” Jongin groaned as he pushed open the door to your apartment after he unlocked it.
Sehun followed in behind him, stating that the host should already be at the house before the guests get there, and that even arriving at the same time is impolite and “fucking dumb”. Jongin was quick to point out that it wasn’t a house, it was an apartment, so Sehun could take his whining and shove it up his ass.
You walked in behind Sehun, still in a dazed state after what happened. Neither of them questioned your behavior since Jongin was chattering away the whole walk to the apartment, and then him and Sehun were bickering in the elevator. But in your head, all you were doing was replaying the incident with Yixing. How the hell did you actually call him Lay? How did you slip up like that? Just “thanks” would’ve been fine but no, you had to tack a name on the end of there.
Thankfully, the two boys were still oblivious to your spacey state even as the three of you sat down to watch a movie together. Sehun was on his phone for parts of it, but him and Jongin were still going back and forth throughout the movie. Both of them were critiquing the acting, the special effect -- basically anything that they could during the movie so you weren’t sure why they wanted to watch it. The only thing that interrupted them was Sehun’s phone dinging before he stood up and went to the door.
“A couple of friends wanted to stop by -- apparently it’s important so I said sure,” Sehun said over his shoulder as he went to go put his shoes on to go downstairs and let them in. “Hope you don’t mind, _____.”
You only half heard what he said, mumbling it was okay. But Jongin began lecturing the younger boy about how he shouldn’t have complained about manners and being polite when he just openly invited strangers to your apartment. But Sehun ignored him as he left, closing the door behind him.
You stayed spacing out on the couch, still replaying that awful embarrassing moment in your head. Sehun opening the door didn’t snap you out of it, and neither did his voice mingling with his friend’s. It wasn’t until you heard a third voice that your eyes went wide and your body went rigid. It was just a laugh, but it was one you recognized -- one that would probably haunt you in your dreams.
“Hey,” the way Sehun said the greeting made you and Jongin realize he wanted your attention, so you cautiously turned your head to see Sehun standing with a two shorter men -- one of which was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes that shot fear into your soul as of late, “this is Junmyeon-hyung, and this is Yixing-hyung.”
“I think I’ve met Junmyeon once before,” Jongin smiled. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hi,” you mumbled before you shot up from the couch and decided the kitchen seemed like a way better room to be in right now. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”
You scurried out of the room, hoping to go unnoticed. You hoped that even though Yixing was staring right at you that maybe somehow he didn’t recognize you as the person that called him by his camboy alias. You knew that was impossible, but you still hoped, anyway.
Entering the kitchen, you went to the fridge, hoping to just get a bottle of cold water to calm your nerves. But when you had the door halfway open, it was pushed shut. You stared at the ring-clad hand that was holding it shut, afraid to let your eyes follow the arm of it up to the owner, but you did so slowly anyway.
Yixing stood there with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He was showing virtually no emotion other than the quirked brow. He didn’t even say anything, and you were shrinking back away from his gaze, feeling like there was a weight pushing in on you.
When Yixing didn’t speak up, you said the only thing you could think of.
“W-why are you in my apartment...?”
To your surprise, he let out an amused chuckle, his eyes glancing away for a moment as he shook his head, “Sehun’s an acquaintance of mine. I thought that was pretty obvious when he introduced me. Of course, he did introduce me as Yixing and not Lay, so I could see why maybe it would be confusing to you.”
The smirk he gave you was teasing, and your cheeks immediately burned red as your gaze met the floor. You didn’t even know how to reply. Should you apologize? ...That was really the only option your brain could come up with.
“You watch me?” he asked, his voice soft but with a tinge of amusement.
You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Obviously you did watch him but you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally admit to it. How could you even admit to that? And right to his face in your kitchen while his and your friends were in the living room.
“You don’t have to panic,” he laughed softly, letting himself lean against your fridge door so his shoulder was resting against it with his arms crossed. “I mean, I’m the one who gets off on stream for everybody to see. I’m already aware that people watch me.”
“Still...” you mumbled, still unable to meet his eyes.
“You’re cute,” he giggled.
That made you look up, your eyes wide. Why did he say that? Literally what part of this made you seem cute to him? Or maybe he was just sadistic and found your embarrassment to be cute. Maybe he was into that. ...Then again, you recalled a stream where--
‘Not the time, _____.’
“You wanna know something?” he asked. “I came here on purpose.”
“What?” you blurted, looking absolutely horrified.
Now you were being bullied by a camboy. This was a new low in your life.
He let out a laugh that sounded so genuine, you didn’t think you’d ever heard it in any of his streams. He just looked so happy that you wanted to look at him laugh and hear him laugh forever.
“I swear it wasn’t just to torture you more,” he insisted before he explained, “but you called me Lay and I’d never had that happen before. I vaguely recognized your friend, and he said you were friends with Sehun -- when he was talking about the complaining, I realized it was the same Sehun. Him and my friend, Junmyeon are friends, so I texted Junmyeon and asked if he could do me a favor.”
“A...a favor...?”
“Alright, so maybe it was a little bit to tease you,” he giggled with a shrug. “I just-- You should’ve seen your face when the name slipped out! I don’t know, I guess I felt...intrigued. Why were you so scared anyway?”
“You wouldn’t be horrified if you had to admit to somebody you watched them get off on the internet?” you asked.
“Nah, seems like it would be more their problem than mine.”
“It’s still not at the top of my list of conversations I’d like to have.”
“What would be at the top?” he asked with a playful smirk.
“Not this...” you muttered.
“Yixing?” the other boy poked his head into the room before his face spread into a smile. He looked amused about something but you didn’t know what or why. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“Coming,” he nodded as the other boy left. He turned back to you, flashing a dimpled smile. “Come by the cafe tomorrow morning if you can. I’ll make you a drink -- my treat. Bye, _____.”
With a wave, he walked out of your kitchen. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath after his goodbye until you heard the door close and let out a sigh of relief.
Sehun and Jongin entered the kitchen, both looking around curiously.
“You and Yixing-hyung were in here for a while,” Sehun noted.
“Yeah,” Jongin looked at you with a crease between his eyebrows, giving you a questioning look, “did you two know each other?”
