camboy! jongdae blurb
(a/n: this is completely inspired by @rosyyeols, so credit to them for the idea!! i just couldn’t resist taking up the opportunity to write camboy jongdae filth enjoy!!
p.s. this is just a small little blurb of what came into my head but i may or may not make it into a longer more detailed continued one shot/series depending on how much feedback i get/how much people like it or want it???)
camboy! Jongdae being very kept to himself in the sense that all of his friends know him as the one who would prefer to stay inside all day instead of getting out of the house. Anytime he’s invited anywhere, they can almost guarantee that his answer will be somewhere along the lines of no and Jongdae ALWAYS had the perfect excuses to back up his answer. His friends never thought anything of it and just thought of him as a homebody, often referring to him as the “old man” of the group, his lack of social media presence not making the title nearly any better. It was simple, Jongdae just likes to keep to himself, or so they thought. Of course Jongdae could never actually tell his friends what he spent his time in the house doing, why he was REALLY too busy to go out every weekend night they invited him out. Four nights a week he wasn’t just jongdae, he was JD, the camboy, and a quite popular one at that. The thought of ANY of his friends finding this out about him was thrilling and terrifying all at once. Jongdae had quite a large following in his secret social media presence and throughout the last five months he’s only grown bigger and bigger. People from everywhere chiming into his live chats just to see him work himself up, touch himself, talk to them in his infamous deep registered voice as if they were actually there. His work each night depends on his mood, always up for trying out new things and taking requests with each large donation sent into his broadcast. As much as he’d hate to admit it, what started off as just innocent fun when he needed to make some fast cash was now something he actually enjoyed. He couldn’t help but secretly love the work and get off on the thought of it all. All of the people who chime in just to see him, all of them anxiously waiting for his next move, sending money left and right to egg on what will happen next. He had even taken up going back to the gym, something he never would’ve thought about doing beforehand. He once read a comment about how good he looked in sleeveless shirts, and that was enough to convince him to show off what he had even more. Of course it was a scary thought that one day someone could catch him, recognize him on the street on the rare occasion that he IS off with his friends, but he couldn’t even deny that the thought turned him on even more. It was always a possibility that one of his own friends could find him out as well, seeing that Jongdae was never one to shy away from showing his face fully on broadcast. He couldn’t help that the thought of so many people begging him to touch himself, show himself, to do anything for them, made him feel good. It made him feel powerful, he loved the praise that came with the job and it was enough to send him to cloud nine every night. He had even made a point to recognize a few of his highest donors, giving them brief shoutouts every time they entered the chat. He’d be half naked, only a mesh see through shirt clinging to his biceps and chest as he sat back in his chair, a smirk growing on his face as he looked into the camera with his devilish grin, head thrown back just enough to where he can still see the screen, letting out a deep moan before he sat up a bit more, hand still working up and down himself and reading the name off of the chat log before greeting them as cocky as could be, “nice to see you again, lovecore91. couldn’t resist coming back to see me touch myself, huh darling?” Slowly but surely getting to his climax before he hears a bling come from his computer, “lovecore91 has tipped you $50!” He’d let out a deep, guttural moan, and put himself over the edge as he worked himself through his climax, finally relaxing back into the chair as he chuckled deeply to himself. He’d lean forward and smirk, black hair hanging down and now sticking to his forehead, nodding towards the camera before noticing the time. “Thanks for joining in. Same time tomorrow night, hm?” before winking and turning off the broadcast, leaving his viewers far from satisfied but somehow overly satisfied all at once. Damn, did he love his job.
