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You were supposed to go to sleep hours ago; instead, you’re scrolling on Twitter with one hand while the other rubs your clit. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were just going to jerk off to one of your bookmarks, the type of video you could cum to easily after a long and stressful week, but you stumbled upon…him, jsupxxx—whoever he is. The man on the screen was an enigma. It was such a simple video, yet it got you to browse his entire page and his website. His work was all solo masturbation, some audio content here and there, but nothing particularly special, which confused you even more because why are you all of a sudden so invested? He never showed any identifying features; the camera angle is always just below his face, but sometimes he moved enough that you can see the man biting his bottom lip—huh, a snaggletooth, cute.
It went on for days, then weeks, of watching and cumming for him, moving in rhythm with him, fisting his cock with those fucking gray sweatpants loose around his thighs. His pretty sounds are unlike those of the other pornstars you’ve seen or heard. They weren’t forced; everything felt so candid, so raw, so real. This was dangerous, and you knew it.
His website was for other paid work, longer videos, exclusive photos, fan polls, but what you really liked were the livestreams. It happened sporadically, yet in the time span that you have spent watching him, not once have you missed a live. The livestreams were thrilling; he had an assortment of kinks and fetishes you could vote for, and he would diligently oblige. The usual choices—his favorites—were sensory deprivation, choking, pillow humping, and his most frequent, edging.
Tonight was like any other. You prepared your setup, pulled up his website on your laptop—there was no shame in it now—and undressed yourself. The stream had started a second ago, and the man was still clothed. You got there in time when he got the show on the road. Stripping his oversized pants, then his black tank top, though keeping his thick black leather choker tight around his supple neck.
“After many requests…”
You felt as if you had Pavloved yourself to get turned on from his voice alone. You flicked your hardening nipples, teasing yourself as he continued speaking.
“...I finally bought a toy~”
He showed his newly bought clear fleshlight to the camera, and you saw his dick twitch. He smeared his sticky precum over his tip, letting his spit drip down his length before jerking it slowly.
“I’ve never tried one of these before, so to be honest, this might be a quick stream.”
Truth be told, it was a quick stream. Your measly fingers moved in tandem with his, wishing you were the one bouncing on him and not the manufactured toy around his dick. You knew it would probably be done in half the usual run time from the moment he trembled while he slid his mouth-watering dick inside the transparent plastic pussy. He attempted to edge himself—to keep the live going—pulling out of the toy, but immediately fucking it again, unable to contain his need. You’ve never witnessed someone utterly blissed out without even seeing his face. He came so quickly, he didn’t even have time to get tissues, his thick cum spurting across his stomach as he folded over himself, remembering to lower the camera angle. His chest heaved from the abrupt orgasm.
All of him felt intimate, but you had to get through that stubborn brain of yours that you don’t know this man, and most definitely never will.
“I need a new fucking hobby.”
You took it upon yourself to keep your mind occupied on more productive things, so it was the obvious move to call on Jiung for some advice. You implied that you need more fruitful hobbies, other than gooning to a random man on the internet.
“You could meditate with me.”
You looked at Jiung with a disapproving expression.
“Journaling never fails to help me process things; it really helps with regulating your emotions, y’know?”
He could tell you were still unsure.
“Why don’t you just drop by the bookstore again sometime? I’m sure we have something you like. You could bring me some tea for being such a good friend, maybe?”
The Choi Bookstore was a family-owned business that Jiung’s family inherited. Jiung said, as his best friend, that you had the privilege to read any of the books without buying them first—you never took advantage of such privilege. You usually only visited the store when Jiung was the one working anyway, not to read per se, but mostly to sit by the big window and watch the greenery sway with a drink in hand. It barely gathered any customers, frankly you’re amazed that it’s still in business. It was still the same view you remembered: old books piled high all over the floor, a quaint wooden table with pink tulips in the middle, the orange lamps that made the antique place feel like childhood again. You paused in your tracks when you finally checked the employee. You expected Jiung or even his uncle—whom you’ve grown to love—but you see a completely fresh face. Long black hair, delicious nose, sharp jawline, tiny waist, toned arms, who is this hot ass dude, and why haven’t you seen him before? You immediately texted Jiung.
☁︎ - ung, who the fuck is this new guy 지웅 - Oops 지웅 - Forgot to tell you 지웅 - We met in that dance class I told you about months ago
You sat on the rickety chair by the window, setting Jiung’s hot tea on the table.
☁︎ - cool ☁︎ - doesnt answer my question 지웅 - Why dont you go and ask him then ☁︎ - no.
The man dusted off the tops of the hard-bound books; the store’s apron was bound tight around his waist. You tried to read the embroidered name on the uniform, subtly squinting your eyes at him. Jong…seob… doesn’t ring a bell.
☁︎ - when are you coming here 지웅 - I clock in at 5 now 지웅 - Enjoy your alone time why dont you
“I think I enjoy my alone time too much, actually.” You whispered in response to no one in particular. ‘Doesn’t Jiung like to take the morning shift? What is so important about Jongseob’s nights that he needs to take Jiung’s shift?’ you thought to yourself.
Jongseob picked up some litter left over on the bookshelves and settled into his place at the counter. You finally approached him, thinking about what Jiung recommended in the book genre.
“Excuse me, do you know where all the self-help books are?”
“They’re by the back. I can show you.”
Your breath hitched, your thighs instinctively squeezing together—there’s no way. That same soft yet raspy voice that moans in your ear every night, drawing out your orgasm, leaving you frantic and shaking. Is your brain so porn-rotted that when an attractive man spoke to you, all you could think about was your favorite pornstar on Twitter? Wow, this is worse than you thought. You really do have to take some time off and touch some grass.
The man cleared his throat to get your attention, disgustingly aware that you recalled your nightly adventures with a complete stranger in front of you.
“Sorry, yes please.”
Jongseob led you to the back, and you followed closely behind.
His voice lowered slightly, “Here, you can come to me if you need anything else.”
Oh, you’re coming alright. Fuck—enough. You nodded at him as he flashed a polite, tight-lipped smile before walking away.
You stayed, tucked in the corner in your treasured spot by the window, winding down on a book called SELF-HELP—too on the nose, but where else do you start? You’ve finished the hot tea you brought; Jiung wouldn’t know it’s for him anyway, and you occasionally distracted yourself with the eye candy to your left. You have to admit, maybe Jiung was right; they do have something you like, not a book, but something nonetheless. The clock was about to strike half past four. Jiung liked to be early, so you’re not surprised that when the door opened, you were greeted by Jiung’s beaming face.
Jiung hugged you first, then set down his bag on the counter before greeting his coworker—friend? You’re not entirely sure about their relationship yet. Jiung gripped Jongseob’s shoulders, making him face you.
“Have you guys introduced yourselves?”
Jongseob shook his head. You caught his stare, turning away oddly quickly, refusing to look him in the eye after having less than pure thoughts.
“I’m Jongseob. I didn’t know you were friends with Jiung.” He stepped forward, outstretched his hand, and you took him in yours. You quietly stated your name, your voice getting caught in your throat. Jiung nudged the black-haired boy, his eyes going back and forth between the two of you. Your best friend consistently knew everything without you having to utter a word. Needless to say, by the end of the day, you’ve obtained a new phone number.
For the next few days, you’ve been able to keep your libido in check, thanks to you busying yourself in the bookstore, forgetting to check jsupxxx’s account, but you’ve held on long enough. The notification caught your eye.
thinking about a cutie i met at work
You clicked on it. It’s in portrait mode—different from his usual, more professional style—his dark pants are right below his balls, and he hastily spits in his hand, smothering his saliva mixed with this precum all over his dick. Your fingers found their way beneath your underwear, teasing your sensitive clit. You checked his website for the full clip and continued, itching to see more. It’s a shorter upload than what you’re used to. He seemed impatient, his cock bobbing up and down, making a wet thumping sound when it hit his stomach.
“I need you so bad, baby.”
His voice was needy, like he’s been holding off somehow.
“W-wish you were here…right now. Your warm mouth around my cock…your wet pussy pulsating, gripping me.” He took a quick breath in.
“Your hands stroking it…anything—anything.”
He’s a sloppy mess, fucking into his hand like a bitch in heat. His moans and groans are strained, like he’s afraid he’ll get too loud if he doesn’t physically restrain himself.
“Spread your legs for me. Take all of this fucking dick like the good girl you are. Always so fucking pretty. So shy around me…I know you need it as much as I need you.”
Your pussy squeezes around nothing, lusting for his thick dick inside you somehow. You rubbed your slickness, throwing your head back, just listening to the sound of his dick going in and out and in and out again. His breathing became ragged, whines slipping past his sweet mouth.
“Oh—fuck! I’m close, I'm close, I'm close. Cum with me, baby, yeah? Cum with me, please.”
He stroked it faster, already needy for release, playing with his balls while he fucked his hand. Your hand does quick work, getting yourself to the edge. Playing with yourself just the way you liked it, cumming at the same time the faceless man came in his hand. You paused the video, cleaning yourself up carelessly with your wetness dripping down your shaky legs. The temperature in the room seemed to grow hotter; your eyes dared to flutter closed from exhaustion. You scrolled down, reading some of the comments as you picked yourself up and made your way to the bathroom.
HotGirl69 - Are you open to collab? iLikeHungDudes - nice cock lol alienenergy - who is the lucky girl?
Right—he mostly talked like you were already there with him—trying to be immersive and all. Sometimes, some roleplay, but this definitely didn’t seem like roleplay to you. Even in his livestreams, he was more…inclusive. As if he didn’t have a particular person in mind, but this was different. Are you jealous?
The Choi Bookstore became a place to seek refuge, to keep yourself engrossed in other things, like your cute new friend Jongseob. Jiung was adamant that you two would get along, inviting both of you to eat with him from time to time after he finishes his shift. He brought you to a run-down restaurant, probably friends with the eighty-four-year-old owner he chatted with right as he walked in. Jiung ordered several dishes for the table and bottles of soju—it was the weekend after all.
Jongseob mostly kept to himself, eyes glued to his phone, playing mobile games, you presume. What you really looked forward to was the feast—you thanked Jiung for the treat before digging. You watched the two hungry men sitting across from you chow down on the noodles. You needed this, a time to unwind with good friends and equally good food. Jiung really upped his storytelling skills when he had alcohol in his system.
“I think this was two years ago. A very mature lady came in, and I was expecting her to buy the new cookbooks we had, or maybe history. But then, but then…”
Jongseob’s body is turned to face Jiung, but his eyes are latched onto you.
“...she placed this heavy fucking book. This smutty romance novel! I didn’t even know we still had it in stock.”
“Maybe she didn’t know.” Jongseob retorted, his smile reaching his eyes.
“Oh I’m sure she knew. It had tentacles and roses on the cover. Even I wouldn’t read that.”
If you weren’t careful, you wouldn’t have caught it from all the laughter. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. What a coincidence.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down.”
Jongseob grabbed the drink from your hand, the sweet liquor slightly spilling from your lips. You needed to drown out the sinful thoughts about an online persona. The virtual world slowly bleeds into reality. You planned to drink yourself to paradise if you could, not caring if Jongseob was watching you.
Jiung stepped away for a while, answering a phone call from his uncle. The long-haired man struck up a conversation with you in the meantime. Your interactions with him were developing into more than everyday small talk.
“Sorry, guys, I need to go early. Someone messed up my flower shipments, and the company thinks we ordered two hundred instead of twenty. Hope you guys have fun though!”
If there was anything important to Jiung, it was his time, the bookstore, and gardening. He did seem eager to leave you both alone so early into the night—you don’t mind, though.
“What do you do in your free time?”
Jongseob looked away, thinking of an answer.
“I uhmm…I usually am just on the internet, and stuff. How about you?”
“No, yeah, me too.”
You downed another shot, thinking of other questions to fill the awkward silence. Jongseob pressed about other matters like interesting things you’ve both seen recently, how long each of you had been in the area, and either of your love lives. It seemed to pass the time; he was dreamy, the type of person you could really have a good time with—you chalked it up to the alcohol talking.
Your phone vibrated, lighting up with a notification from @jsupxxx. Fuck—it’s ten in the evening, you forgot he posts updates around this time. You see Jongseob glance over to the sound, and you close your phone immediately, eyes widening, studying his face to check if he read it. You exhaled. It doesn’t seem like he knew what it was, but his eyes don’t leave your phone.
“Sorry, it’s just my…weather app.”
You showed a not at all convincing smile.
“It’s getting late. Do you live far?”
“Not really, around a fifteen-minute walk, I would say.”
The bottles of cold honeyed beverages are left empty on the table. Jongseob walked with you to your place, the sparse street lights illuminating your path. His knuckles brushed against yours, refusing to pull away, sometimes bumping into each other on the thinning sidewalks. You don’t know what it is about him. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he spoke about a book he had picked up lately. You eyed his rosy lips, pouting at times—you wished you could kiss him. Maybe you could. Maybe what you really needed was to get laid with a real person, and not just your insubstantial fingers that still manage to make you cum every night.
“We’re here.”
He was so close you could smell the faint traces of perfume on his clothes. You traced hearts on his arms absent-mindedly. Jongseob’s gaze never left yours.
“Do you want to come in?”
You gave him your best bedroom eyes in your inebriated state, grabbing at his top, pulling him infinitely closer.
“You’re drunk.”
He whispered, almost to himself, ghosting his finger over your cheek.
“Come to me when you’re sober.”
Your head was pounding, unsure of how much you actually drank last night. A big gulp of water nourished you, your eyes adjusting to your phone’s brightness. The usual messages, a couple of emails from services you forgot to unsubscribe to, and…shit.
종섭 - how's your head?
Hadn’t had any complaints so far. God, you really messed up yesterday.
☁︎ - could be worse ☁︎ - sorry about last night. i guess i had too much to drink and a little too pent up ☁︎ - tmi 종섭 - are you free later?
It was late in the afternoon, and the sky was painted with a pretty mix of pink and orange. Jongseob wanted to meet you at a cafe near the bookstore, wanting to have a more serious talk with you in person. Sweat started to build on your skin, nervous that whatever he wanted to talk about would end badly. You watched the man in those delectably baggy sweatpants stir his cold drink on the table, finally pushing yourself to enter with heavy steps.
The air felt different. You said some pleasantries, incapable of the silence going on any longer. Unable to keep still, you played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with whatever until you heard Jongseob loudly inhale.
“I like you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, convinced he was joking, but his face didn’t change.
“I hope you didn’t think of last night as some sort of rejection or anything. We were drinking, y’know? I didn’t want you doing anything you didn’t want to do.” He paused, licking his lips.
“I want this to be more than a one-time thing…you don’t have to give me an answer right away, you don’t even have to give me an answer at all. I just…I just wanted to set the record straight.”
You took it all in, eyeing him. His lips pressed closed, awaiting your response.
“Jongseob—fuck, I don’t know what I expected when you asked me to meet you today, but it wasn’t this. I like you too, if it wasn’t obvious, more than just wanting to sleep with you.”
He took his hand in yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You wanted to know him more, to know the side that other people don’t normally see. Jongseob assured you that he wanted you too, that being just friends or just one night stands didn’t feel right, because he liked you so much, you’ll know it.
“And I…” He swallowed hard before continuing.
“If we were to get more serious, I need you to know about something.”
Jongseob leaned in, lowering his voice, afraid of what other people might hear. You followed, his flushed lips close enough to graze your ear.
“There’s really no good way to say this, so here it goes…I do porn on the side.”
You shied away, eyes widening at the confession.
“Well, solo porn to be specific. I’m not like a big pornstar or anything. I don’t film myself having sex with other people if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
There was no way.
It was all right in front of you; how could you not have seen it? You denied those impulsive thoughts so much that even an audible admission doesn’t sound real. You’ve touched yourself to Jongseob endlessly without even knowing it. He’s made you change your drenched bedsheets more than a hundred times before he’s ever laid a finger on you. The voice, the teeth, the hands, the clothes, there was a reason you felt some familiarity. You felt your heart pound against your chest, questions bombarding your mind. You opened your mouth at first, but no words came out.
“Would—would it be weirder to say that I know?”
“What? What? What do you mean?” Jongseob said with fervor, his eyes searching your face for an explanation.
“I mean, I didn’t realize until right at this moment, but…”
You opened your phone, turning it so he could see his own profile, every post being liked and saved. He concealed it with his hand, opening his website link and seeing that you were not only logged in, but also subscribed to his highest tier. Jongseob’s eyes darted between your amused face and your phone, unable to grasp the situation.
“So jsupxxx…”
“Please don't ever call me my username in real life.” He chuckled, embarrassed by his online persona, shielding his face with his arms, but you could see the corner of his mouth quirk up.
“Tell me… are you all talk?”
His place was cozy, typical for a guy like him, but you couldn’t care less about his furniture unless he was fucking you on it. From up close, you could clearly see the veins spread across his midriff, his v-line leading to his aching dick. Jongseob gently, yet sternly pushed you down on his bed, pressing your hands over your head, locking them in place as his tongue swirled in your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and you struggled for breath, swapping with each other's saliva. He tightened his grip on your wrists, making his way down to your shoulders.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He murmured with his lips on your neck.
He let go of you, sitting to face you, the warm bedside lamp lighting your features. His eyes ducked down to your tits, then to your abdomen. Jongseob traced your outline, utterly lost in himself, and he sucked a breath in through his teeth.
“Sit on my face.”
You turned your head, questioning him. Taken aback by the sudden order.
“Are you sure?”
You hovered over him, afraid to fully commit and potentially kill the man.
“Baby, it’s okay. Sit on me.”
You were turned to face the wall, his soft hands massaging your ass. He gripped your thighs, pulling them down so that his lips finally made contact with your pussy. Your wetness is gathering on his tongue, eager to taste you. Jongseob flicked his wet muscle over your clit, making you jump, but his hands kept you in place, continuing to burrow his tongue as deep as he could inside of you. Your hand gripped the headboard while the other tugged on his hair. He whined in reply, the vibrations making you buck further into him. You tried to give him some room to breathe, but he pulled you even harder, sucking and kissing on your swollen clit. Jongseob watched you lose control of yourself on top of him, his lips never leaving yours. You were so close, your thighs trembling on the sides of his face, squeezing him until you came in his mouth. Jongseob kissed the inside of your thighs before you went limp, lying down at his side.
“I’ve dreamt of doing that for so long.”
His lips were glistening, his mouth agape, dazed as if that was the highlight of his life. You pulled him in by his neck, meeting his lips once more with a little less haste. Feeling the edge of the bed, you dropped to your knees at its foot, feeling the plush carpet soothe your skin.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to. I really want to.”
It constantly looked amazing on camera, but nothing could compare to the real deal. He was about the average size, possibly bigger, although it was his tip that you couldn’t wait to put your mouth on. You licked a long stripe from his stomach down to his dick, teasing him about how wet he was. You moaned at the taste, salty with a vague syrupiness to it that had you lapping your soft tongue on his tip over and over again.
“F-fuck.”
Jongseob caressed the back of your head, stopping himself from thrusting too deep into your mouth. You tried your best to take all of him, his trimmed hair hitting the tip of your nose before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You stroked him with your hand, focusing on his tip again, toying with the spot right under his head like the way he liked it, knowing all his weak spots from all the footage you’ve seen, eager to make him cum in your mouth.
“If you keep doing that I’ll come too quickly.”
“Do it then.”
It was as though you were famished, greedy to make him fill your mouth, to have him unravel underneath you. He threw his head back, sucking on his bottom lip, a thin layer of sweat glistening his evident collarbones. Jongseob’s breathing started to shake, his muscles tensing when you fervently tongue at his frenulum. You palm his balls, the combination making him convulse in your mouth. You realized that no microphone could ever capture how pretty all his moans sound, the intensity of your appetite once for all fulfilled with his throbbing cock cumming because of you. Jongseob’s half-lidded eyes found yours, opening your mouth to show him you swallowed it all. He lifted you up, kissing you without a second thought, tasting himself on your mouth—filthy, that’s what this all was.
“I need—I need you.”
You found your way back on his bed, Jongseob settling between your legs. You could get used to this view, his lithe body on top of yours, the way pink dusts his cheeks. Your fingers tucked away his bangs, needing to see him. Jongseob tapped his dick where you craved him most, like he was asking for permission.
“Can I put it in, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, nipping at it and making a ripe mark.
“Please…Jongseob.”
It was a biting stretch, sure to leave you sore tomorrow. He halted, patient for you to adjust to him, peppering kisses all around your soft chest. You pushed in deeper, begging to fill you to the hilt. Skin setting each other’s bodies ablaze—consuming and ravishing upon everything you could give.
“Fuck—you’re so tight. Don’t wanna let go of me, huh?”
He rubbed your sensitive bud with his thumb. You tried to bury your face in his pillow, hurrying to hush your cries of pleasure.
“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t be shy.”
He pain-stakingly slid in and out of your juicy pussy, grunting a string of curses. Jongseob had an ache, an urge, a fixation so carnal, so insatiable that could only be filled with the way you sobbed his name. The sounds your bodies made were dirty, the bedframe hitting the wall in sync with his thrusts. Jongseob pushed your legs forward, finding a new threshold to which his cock could fill.
“I’m close—fuck!” You grasped the sheets, Jongseob hitting the spot that made your eyes roll back and take you to cloud nine. His growl turning into a whimper as he fucked you faster. You writhed on him, tensing up from his hurried hammering.
“Cum on this dick, baby. Cum on it. Wanna feel how wet you are. You wanna feel my cum inside you? Wanna feel it dripping out?”
His whines became rugged and uneven. Jongseob watched you drench his dick, forming a creamy white ring at the base of the shaft, his own strokes becoming unsteady and inconsistent, coming undone. He lingered there for a while.
“Maybe, next time we’ll film it.”
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