FREAKY ON CAMERA - MYUNG-GI
pairing: myunggi x top male reader
synopsis: Your batchmate looks familiar. Almost too familiar for your own good
content warnings: 18+, college!AU, bottom myunggi, camboy myunggi, full nelson, breeding, creampie, drunk sex, dubcon recording.
word count: 1.9k
A/N: req, but i changed it around a little 😭😭
giggle333 is live.
You sat up straighter, quickly plugging in your headphones as the stream loaded. And there he was—shirtless, his toned chest on full display, that familiar birthmark just above his heart making your stomach flip. His voice, low and teasing, filled your ears.
The party wasn’t for another hour, and you were sprawled out on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through notifications. The dull hum of your roommates chatting in the kitchen barely registered as you opened the app—your favorite app, the one you never mentioned to anyone.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” he said with a smirk, leaning closer to the camera. His hands trailed down his torso, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. This guy was intoxicating, an enigma who never showed his face but somehow had you—and thousands of others—completely hooked.
The comments flooded in:
@User89: God, I’d sell my soul for a glimpse of your face. @Horny4Giggle Take it off already! @Me: We definitely missed you. Don't tease us too much.
You chuckled at your own boldness, even though you knew he’d never see it among the sea of messages. Still, the way he leaned back with a wicked grin, in a way that carefully covered his eyes–his identity, somehow made you feel like he was looking right at you.
“Patience,” he purred, his fingers grazing his jaw. “Good things come to those who wait.
His hand slowly trails all the way down his torso, inching towards the hem of his trackpants, slowly sliding them off to reveal his hardened length, glossy at the tip with pre-cum. It stood proudly, with a prominent vein travelling from the base to the head.
He wraps his fingers around the base, slowly bringing them up to meet the head, before sliding them back down. As he jerked off, his other hand held a blunt– lazily moving it from finger to finger as the mild smoke filled the room, occasionally taking a puff.
God– he was really fucking hot.
You’d completely lost track of time when your roommate banged on your door.
“Hey! Are you coming or what? Party’s starting!”
You yanked out your headphones, your heart racing from a mix of guilt and excitement. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” you shouted back, quickly closing the app.
The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived, a cacophony of laughter, bad karaoke, and the faint, questionable smell of spilled beer wafting through the air. It was one of those nights where everyone seemed to forget they had papers due, part-time jobs to show up for, or any semblance of self-respect. Naturally, you let yourself get swept up in the chaos because who were you to argue with free booze and bad decisions?
You’d come with a group of friends, but somewhere between your second and third shot, they’d vanished into the throng of students. Which left you to your own devices. Not a great idea, if you were being honest.
“I’m gonna live forever!” one of your batchmates shouted, launching themselves into an ill-advised beer pong dive that sent cups flying. You cringed and grabbed another drink to distract yourself.
It was then that your eyes landed on Myung-gi. He was leaning casually against the counter, nursing a drink and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Myung-gi had that mysterious, brooding vibe that seemed to get everyone’s attention, including yours. The guy rarely spoke to anyone unless he had to, and even then, it was usually in short, clipped sentences that somehow made him even more intriguing.
You, however, were a little too drunk to care about the “don’t bother me” energy he radiated. “Hey, Myung-gi!” you called out, sidling up to him.
He raised an eyebrow, barely looking at you. “What?”
“Why’re you standing here like someone forced you to attend your own funeral? This is supposed to be fun.”
“This is fun,” he deadpanned, taking a slow sip from his cup.
“Wow,” you said, mock-impressed. “You’re like a walking carnival.”
He gave you a flat look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and you counted that as a win.
Hours later, the party showed no signs of slowing down, but you and Myung-gi somehow ended up stumbling into an empty bedroom together. You weren’t even sure how it happened—one moment, you were arguing over the merits of pineapple on pizza (he was staunchly against it), and the next, you were closing the door behind you to block out the noise.
“This room is so damn hot,” Myung-gi muttered, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
“You’re just drunk,” you replied, slumping onto the bed.
Ignoring you, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair. That’s when you saw it—the birthmark. A distinct shape, just above his heart. The same birthmark you’d seen countless times before on your favorite camboy’s chest.
You froze, your alcohol-addled brain struggling to process the revelation. Myung-gi, your quiet, brooding classmate, couldn’t possibly be him. Could he?
“Uh…” you said, sitting up straight. “Nice birthmark.”
He frowned, looking down at himself. “What about it?”
You stared at him, your heart pounding. “It’s, uh, familiar. Very familiar.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Are you…” You paused, trying to find the right words. “Are you giggle333?”
Myung-gi’s entire body stiffened. “What?” His voice was sharp, defensive.
“Don’t play dumb with me!” you blurted, pointing at his chest. “That birthmark—it’s exactly like the one he has. You can’t tell me that’s a coincidence!”
“Shut up,” he hissed, glancing toward the door like someone might overhear. “You’re drunk.”
“I was drunk,” you shot back. “Not anymore. Not after this.”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re insane.”
“Am I, though? Because this feels pretty damning.”
For a moment, he just glared at you, his jaw clenched. Then, with a defeated sigh, he muttered, “Fine. Yes. It’s me. Happy now?”
You blinked, the confirmation sending a thrill down your spine. “Oh my god.”
“Don’t make it a big deal,” he snapped. “I only do it for the money. College isn’t cheap, you know.”
You couldn’t help but grin. “I knew it. I knew it! You’re—”
“Shut up,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “You’re not telling anyone about this. Got it?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”
Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, silencing you in the most effective way possible. The kiss was rough, desperate, and completely unexpected. For a moment, you froze, but then you found yourself kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair as the tension between you snapped like a rubber band.
The two of you tumbled onto the bed, the world outside forgotten. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, trailing up your sides, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t get enough. Your heart raced, every touch sending sparks through your body.
“You’re insufferable,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and heated.
“And yet, here we are,” you shot back breathlessly, a teasing grin on your face.
You pulled him closer to you, if that was even possible, before latching your lips onto his once more.
As the two of you tumbled around in bed, you managed to get both your pants and boxers off, leaving your lower halves naked to the cool night air.
Myung-gi shuddered as you yanked at his shoulders pulling him onto your lap. You searched through the back pockets of your discarded khakis to find a small packet of lube.
“Did you come prepared for this?” Myung-gi questioned, to which you simply smirked before ripping the packet with your teeth and pouring its contents straight onto your erection.
He simply watched as the clear liquid slowly slid down your cock, making it glisten in the moonlight invading the room.
Wordlessly, you picked him up from the bed and turned him around, making his face smush against the plush pillows. Before he could utter a word of protest, you slid your lubed cock into his hole.
A wanton moan left his mouth, the pain of being stretched combining with the pleasure of being so, so full.
You slid all the way in, feeling the way your cock stretched out his tight hole. As you bottomed out, you steadied him, resting your hands at his waist.
“Gonna move now baby–” you uttered before pulling out to the tip and then slamming back in with full force.
You swear he almost squealed.
You had been going at it for almost an hour, when an idea popped in your head. Myung-gi’s phone was lying somewhere on the bed, so you fetched it and told him to unlock it. He did what you said, feeling too cockdrunk to think about what you were going to do with his phone.
Scrolling through his apps, you finally found the one he used for streaming.
giggle333 is live
You then placed the phone at the foot of the bed and waited for the magic to happen, as you positioned yourself and the other man in such a way that he was sitting in your lap and both of you were facing the camera, the angle hiding both of your faces to maintain privacy.
As you expected, comments started to flood in, ranging from shock, confusion, and obvious horniness.
@User89: Oppa is online– wait, is that another guy with him?? @Horny4Giggle Man– now I’m hard @User230: Never knew giggle was a fag lolololol
You merely smirked at the comments before holding Myung-gi’s thighs all the way to his shoulders, putting him in a reverse mating press of sorts.
Once again, you resumed your thrusts, making your length hit his prostate every single time. He simply blabbered this and that, his hands mediating between flailing and holding up his thighs for balance.
“Fuck–please I can’t!” he squealed, to which you simply sped up your thrusts, making his head fall back against your chest.
Your thrusts slowly began to stutter, and without warning, you released into his hole, painting his insides pearly white.
Myung-gi came soon after with a drawn out moan, staining his torso with his release. You let him lay there for a while before gently pushing him off and reaching for his phone. The viewer count had almost reached a million, while the comments made you chuckle.
@PussyEater: God I could watch this all day @User12294732: Unfollowing now– didn’t expect gay bullshit @Horny4Giggle : I just came I think
You turned off the live and fell back onto the bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins.
Later, as you both lay sprawled on the bed, catching your breath, you couldn’t help but reach for your phone. A little secret insurance, you told yourself, snapping a quick photo of his flushed, disheveled form before he could protest.
“Seriously?” he groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Hey,” you said, grinning mischievously. “A little souvenir never hurt anyone.”
He glared at you, but there was no real anger in his eyes. Just a hint of amusement and maybe even admiration. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Maybe,” you replied, leaning in for another kiss. “But at least you’ll enjoy it.”
As you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of sex, the bedroom door opened, and standing at it was none other than your roommate– Thanos.
“You two seem to be enjoying yourselves,” he smirks, “care for another round?”
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