Yixing: Side Job (Part 3)
Characters: Yixing x female reader
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.”