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For a long moment, the two sat in silence as they both pondered the answer to the question. Jisung pursed his lips, staring blankly at his phone screen as he racked his brain for a good excuse to defend himself against Hyunjin’s accusations; however, no matter how much he tried, the best answer he could muster was, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Hyunjin hummed sarcastically and rolled his eyes before bending toward him to sneak a side eye at Jisung’s phone screen, “Why are you stalking her instagram then?”

Jisung’s eyes widened, exiting the app and holding his phone close to his chest as if Hyunjin were to snatch it away; however, both knew that action was ineffective as Hyunjin had the power to overtake him and that he’d already figured out Jisung’s feelings for you. Eventually, Jisung ceased his struggles and slumped back into his original position, only this time helplessly staring holes into his ceiling. With a big sigh, Jisung confessed seriously, “Don’t tell her.”

“I’m not going to tell her,” Hyunjin scoffed, not feeling particularly empathetic towards Jisung’s emotional tantrum. He took another swing of his drink, knowing that he’d need a bit more buzz to continue this conversation without wanting to pull his hair out, “Because, you’re going to tell her on your own.”

Jisung physically cringed, imagining the million ways that that scenario could go wrong, “No way, absolutely not.”

Hyunjin raised a brow, challenging Jisung, “She’ll find out eventually, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jisung shook his head, not believing Hyunjin’s claim, “If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, then how would she ever figure out that I like her?”

Hyunjin smirked, “Because, you make it so obvious.”

“I do!?” Jisung sat up in panic, nearly grabbing Hyunjin by the shoulders and shaking him for an answer, “How? What gave it away? When did you figure it out? Does Y/N know? What do—”

Hyunjin shushed Jisung by shoving the glass lips of the soju bottle into Jisung’s rambling mouth. Once Jisung forced himself to calm down with two quick gulps, Hyunjin explained, “Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure it out. You’re pretty obvious that you like her.”

“But, I barely have the courage to talk to her,” Jisung reasoned, “She probably thinks I’m a mute loser or something.”

Hyunjin shook his head at Jisung’s logic, “She doesn’t think you’re a mute loser. She’s just oblivious, that's all. But you can’t blame her when all you’ve done is shoot heart eyes at her from afar and laugh extra loud at her lame jokes.”

Hyunjin’s comment was only met with a blank gaze and silence which both quickly irked him because of the lack of an answer. He growled in annoyance, “What, Jisung?”

Jisung pouted, “Her jokes aren’t lame.”

“Oh my God,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “Only simps say that, you know that right?”

Jisung creased his brows, “I’m not a simp.”

Silence filled the air before Hyunjin stood up, adjusting his clothes, “Right, I’m going to head out now before I lose all my brain cells from talking to you.”

Jisung barely had time to register Hyunjin’s departure until he was already halfway out the front door, causing him to stumble off his couch to catch up with Hyunjin, “Wait, you’re leaving already!? We haven’t even finished talking yet.”

“Do you want to keep talking about your little crush on Y/N?”

Jisung zipped his lips before sending Hyunjin a cheeky smile, “Stay safe! Text me when you get home!”

Hyunjin walked away perfectly fine like he hadn’t been drinking for the past three hours with him. Once out of sight, Jisung returned to his apartment and began cleaning up the tipped over empty bottles of soju scattered over his living room table.

“I don’t care what he says, I’m not a simp,” Jisung mumbled to himself as he trashed the bottles. One by one he transferred them from the table and into the trash bin until his flushed reflection captured on the green tint of the soju bottle caught his eye, “Or am I?”

“No, no, I’m not,” Jisung sighed a breath of relief as he found a washcloth to wipe down the sticky table, “But, Hyunjin caught me stalking her instagram.”

“Well, it’s not like she knows I’m lurking on her feed. I haven’t even liked any of her past posts,” Jisung wiped the table and rearranged the couch pillows, “I just can’t help it. She’s just so beautiful.”

Jisung returned the washcloth to the kitchen before heading to his bathroom to prepare for bed, “And, she’s kind.”

He changed into comfier clothes, “And, she’s pretty.”

“And, nice,” He squirted a glob of toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, “And, sexy. And — oh my god, I am a simp.”

Groaning, Jisung belly flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the soft sheets. He closed his eyes, exhaling heavily as he attempted to succumb to the peace that sleep offered. Although knowing that going to bed this early was utterly useless given his extreme sleep schedule, Jisung continued to lay there in silence and darkness. But there were definite consequences to his actions which landed him to begin daydreaming about you out of boredom, making up whatever scenario he desired.

At first, it started off innocently as Jisung thought about what life would be like as your boyfriend, thinking about how lucky he would be to simply hold your hand while on a date or kissing your cheeks and snuggling close to you before whispering goodnight. He relinquished himself in the comfort of you being in his arms, basking in the delight of your peacefully sleeping face as the first thing he’d see in the early mornings. He wondered what it’d be like to see your surprised smile as he showed up unannounced just to give you your favorite drink. Jisung would just about do anything to be the reason why you smiled.

The more he thought about being your one and only painted a wide, delirious smile on his face; however, reality hit him like an ice cold bucket of water when he curled his arms in theory to hug you but was only met with thin air and feelings of loneliness. He opened his eyes, looking at the bare spot next to him and wishing you occupied that space. ‘

Feeling defeated, he pushed himself to properly position himself at the head of the bed and used the second pillow to cuddle, imagining it was you instead. Shoving his face into the pillow, he sighed in contempt, continuing his make-believe life with you and feeling somewhat better having something to hold in his arms. A pillow could never replace you, but it would have to suffice for Jisung’s yearning heart for now.

When he closed his eyes, images of your heartthrob smile bloomed along with your contagious laughter. Giddy with excitement, Jisung snuggled closer into the pillow, pressing himself firmly into the cotton mass which happened to accidentally brush against his groin. The sensation was not at all arousing, yet the images of you contorted into something much more erotic.

Jisung scrunched his brows and bit his lips, debating if this was something he could get off to. On one hand, it wouldn't be the first time Jisung masterbated to the thought of you, craving for your legs to be wrapped around him or your gasps of pleasure emit with every thrust into you. Just that thought alone had him bucking his hips into the pillow using the plushness of it to feel something, anything at this point. But that's exactly what sent a wave of guilt and embarrassment through him, realizing that he'd never been so desperate for you to the point he seeked intimate comfort from a pillow.

His fantasies with you slowly started to dissipate as he reasoned how wrong it was to fuck his pillow, yet when he separated himself from the pillow, the imprint of his hard on was enough to convince him otherwise, "It's not like anyone's going to know."

With newfound confidence, Jisung shamelessly rid himself of his clothes, leaning to rest his back against the headboard. Dick in hand, Jisung began to rub himself, envisioning that it were your hands wrapped around him instead. Normally, Jisung was one for quickies, always finding the fastest method to cum; however, when it came to you, Jisung couldn't help but voluntarily tease and edge himself. Staying true to this philosophy, Jisung switched from regularly jerking his fully hardened cock to adding hints of teasing squeezes along his shaft before teasing his tip.

"Fuck, Y/N, just like that," Jisung swiped the tip of his tongue over his dried lips as his body harshly twitched. He continued this cycle for a few more minutes before his crave for release begged him to change his rhythm. Obeying his subconscious, Jisung swiftly flipped himself over, using one hand to fold the pillow and pin it on the mattress. With the other hand, Jisung guided his pulsating cock into the folds of the pillow and drove himself fully with a careful, experimental thrust.

Jisung cringed, underestimating the roughness of the fabric. But the desperation for release was stronger than his disdain for the material, causing him to rhythmically rut into the folds. Like finding a diamond in the rough, Jisung quickly discovered that the faster he thrusted, the less he cared about the unfamiliar feeling.

Visualizing your legs spread wide underneath him, Jisung began to work up a sweat as he pounded harsher. For a brief moment, he felt himself get a little closer towards his much needed release until the overwhelming feeling of dryness paired with the rough fabric killed whatever inkling of pleasure was present.

"No, no, no, please," Jisung mumbled in desperation as he sloppily rutted his hips forward. Like a starved man, Jisung did everything in his power to overtake the pillow's hindrance. In his defense, Jisung was so close to winning, but his desperation washed out his blurry view of you underneath him. No matter how hard he tried, Jisung couldn't bring you back; therefore, indefinitely killing his mood and causing both his body and dick to fall limp in disappointment of a robbed release.

"Damn it," Jisung threw the dirtied pillow somewhere across his room. It was useless for sleeping now anyways and apparently more so for fucking.

Once softened, Jisung redressed himself, heading straight under the covers to hide from the world and let sleep silence his embarrassing thoughts of self judgment. As usual, the lull of slumber snuffed the scattering voices in his head, offering a momentary period of peace. Yet, this blissful silence didn’t last long as his notifications slowly coerced him back to consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, Jisung knew he barely got much sleep, inferring the time to be somewhere around the early morning hours based on the shadow casted room and the muffled ambiance of the city’s nightlife. He closed his eyes, dismissing whatever notification popped up on his phone to be irrelevant, yet no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, it seemed like sleep didn’t want him.

With a groan, Jisung rolled over to retrieve his phone, wincing at the harsh blue radiance that nearly blinded him. Once unlocked, Jisung half-heartedly read the message.

[MangoKitty01 is going live! Join me for a special celebration you wouldn’t want to miss ;) ]

Launching himself from the comfort of his bed, Jisung scrambled towards his desk, opening his laptop, and settling himself up to watch your live stream. All thoughts about his ruined orgasm immediately vanished as he hungrily took in your racy attire, sweeping his eyes over the lace bralette peeking underneath your unbuttoned, white office shirt paired with a tight mini skirt and garter strapped thigh high stockings. If imagining you wasn’t the answer to getting him off then at least your cam girl look-a-like could.

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As usual, you sat on your usual desk chair with your body on full display, having only your face concealed off camera. While waiting for more members to join, you occupied yourself by changing the lights to a soft purple hue, a signature color associated with every livestream.

“Hello, my lovelies. Long time, no see. Did you miss me?” You used your leg to swing side to side, making sure every angle of your body could be seen. Instantly your chat was flooded with pressing questions, wondering what you’ve been up to during your extended absence.

Although no one could see you, you still pouted, “I’m sorry, I’ve been gone for so long. Life’s been a little busy, but I’m here now.”

You casually chatted with some comments you managed to read before they disappeared with the rest of the heavy spamming. Once there were enough members that joined, you finally began your show, “Welcome, everyone. I hope you all had a good evening. I’m sure you’re wondering why I suddenly went live, right?”

You smiled to yourself from seeing the plethora of needy beggars in the chat, “Now, now, you’ll have to be more patient than that. I’ve got a special announcement.”

You took the chance to roll up your sleeves before rubbing your hands together in anticipation, “Thanks to your support, I’ve hit 1,000 members!”

“So, in celebration of this monumental milestone, I’ve uploaded an exclusive video available for all members,” You announced, clapping for emphasis, “Meanwhile, I will be awarding my top patron a private one-on-one session.”

You laughed out loud, watching the mixed reactions of your viewers express their disappointment and outrage. Once you recovered, you tsked teasingly, “It’s only fair that I repay the person that’s paid me the most, don’t you think? Don’t worry, my lovelies, you’ll hear from me soon.”

“And, to my lovely patron J.one, I’ll be in touch with you shortly. I hope you see you soon,” You switched off your livestream and moved towards a separate server, making sure to send J.one a private invite beforehand. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before his icon popped up online.

You sat up from your slouched posture, positioning your elbows on the edge of your desk and resting your chin upon your interlocked fingers. Lucky for you, J.one was confident enough to keep his camera on, setting the angle similar to yours and mainly capturing the top of his thighs and torso.

You clicked your tongue, happy to see your highest patron be a fit young man instead of an older, creepy counterpart, “Do you know why you’re here?”

J.one shivered upon hearing your extra sultry voice. He coughed, shifting in his seat and consequently flashing his tented pants, “Because you hit 1,000 members?”

“And?” You drawed out seductively, letting one hand down to tap your nails on the surface of your desk in anticipation.

J.one gulped, stuttering, “And…are we going to, you know, do that?”

You chuckled, baffled by his shyness, never expecting that your biggest patron would be this docile towards you. But you brushed off the thought, absolutely loving his timidness, “No, I don’t know. What is it that you think we’re going to do?”

“Um, will we,” He paused, “Will we be getting off? Together? At the same time?”

Again, you cooed at his hesitance, deciding to tease him a bit more, “Is that what you want?”

You heard his clothes shuffle to what you assumed as a head nod, causing you to zoom your camera out just so it captured your ruby painted lips, “If you’re not going to use words, I can’t understand what you want since I can’t see you.”

J.one hummed in acknowledgement, “Right, sorry about that.”

You quickly dismissed his apology, deciding that it was time to get straight to the point, “As my most loyal member, you’ve always gone out of your way to support me, so I wanted to support you as a way to show my gratitude. So, before we begin, what is your biggest fantasy?”

“My biggest fantasy is her,” J.one confessed without a second of hesitation, “She’s the only one I ever think about.”

“Who is she?” You questioned, very curious about this mystery woman. Whoever this model bodied man liked was undoubtedly a very lucky woman.

J.one took a deep breath, “She’s a friend of a friend. Someone that I’ve known for a while, but never been able to confess to.”

You tilted your head, suddenly intrigued by his narrative, “And, why is that?”

“She doesn’t know that I like her, and I don’t think she likes me,” J.one sighed, “So, I’m stuck with fantasizing about her from afar.”

You hummed sympathetically, “What brought you to me?”

J.one laughed, “Because, you look like her. Well, at least your body does. Whenever I watch you, you always remind me of her.”

“Is that what you want?” You began to pop off some buttons, slowly revealing more of your lace bra, “Do you want me to be her?”

J.one took that as the signal to reach his hand over and start palming himself, “Please. I want you to make me cum, only me and no one else.”

“Only since you asked so nicely,” You smirked, completely shrugging off your shirt and revealing your bra clad torso, “Should I call you J.one or would you like me to call you something else?”

“Can you—” J.one inhaled deeply from the sight of your boobs as well as the straps hugging your waist that peaked beneath your tight skirt, “Can you call me Hanji, please?”

You froze upon hearing that nickname, eyes widening and lips parting. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, essentially stunning you speechless. Suddenly, your mouth felt dry, causing you to lick your lips, “Hanji? Why Hanji?”

“That’s what she calls me,” He groaned, too caught up in touching himself to register your shock, “She’s the only one that calls me that.”

You squinted at your screen. And, that’s when it hit you, precisely the moment you put the pieces together and finally noticed the iconic Supreme lemon T-shirt. This man was Han Jisung, MangoKitty01’s biggest patron, requesting for you to pretend to be your normal, everyday self. Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, you internally laughed, finding the fates to be having a field day with MangoKitty01 and Y/N to be the same person without Jisung even knowing.

Any normal person in your situation would've freaked out, quite possibly revealing themselves in the process, yet you definitely weren't normal as you unwillingly wanted to cease this rare interaction. So, being the mischievous minx you credited yourself to manifest, you stood up as you began to sway your hips seductively while teasingly unzipping your skirt.

"Of course, anything for you Hanji," The nickname rolled off your tongue almost too naturally, "Tell me. What is it that you want to do to me?"

Jisung remained silent, fully absorbing your strip tease. Unzipping your skirt, you slid the tight material past the garters hugging your thighs and kicked them off with your feet. You picked at the elastic of your lace panty, pulling it to slap against your skin before sitting back to spread your legs. After taking a moment to admire the view, Jisung finally responded, "You've got it wrong. I want you to be in charge, not me. Use me, corrupt me, make me cry -- I don't care what you do as long as you're doing me. I'll be a good boy, promise."

For the first time ever in a private session, you shivered with delight. It wasn’t unusual that your viewers delighted themselves with the opportunity to control you in every aspect, yet Jisung’s dedication to be your submissive was a much welcomed change of pace. You used the tips of two fingers to rub along your clothed slit before sneaking them beneath your panty line and spreading your slickness, "Be a good boy then, Hanji. Start touching yourself. I want to see all of you and hear all of you, don't even think about holding back."

Just like he promised, Jisung obediently complied, hastily pushing down his pants and wrapping his palm around himself. You moaned at the sight of him, thankful that you no longer had to infer what he looked like underneath the fabric, "Take your shirt off too."

You salivated at the sight of his toned chest and curvaceous biceps. With every pump of his hand, his arm flexed in response, showing off the results of his latest workout. No longer being able to wait, you quickly discarded your bra, sticking out your tongue as you used your other hand to toy with your hardened nipples, “What do you think? Am I up to your expectations, my dear Hanji?”

Jisung ceased his full shaft pumps to tease his tip, nearly flinching from the overwhelming sensation, “Much, much better. Please, keep going.”

Keeping one hand focused on rubbing your clit, you took your hand away from your nipples and reached over for your clear dildo. You teased Jisung, showing off the size and length with a few rotations near the camera before bringing it close to your mouth to lick a long stripe on its underside. You licked it once, twice, barely sucking in the head of the dildo before spitting on it and sliding it fully along your tongue and throat.

From his fogged vision, Jisung tensed as he admired the outline of the dildo imprinted behind your cheeks. Additionally, Jisung missed the moment you’d taken off your panty, leaving you completely bare with only the garters and your finger filled cunt. Jisung quickly lost grip of reality as he groaned loudly, "Fuck, Y/N."

Subconsciously, you began to match his pace, inserting your slick fingers deeper into your leaking entrance with every jerk of his wrist. The very sight of him was enough to turn you on, yet the feeling intensified as you caught him accidentally moaning your real name underneath his breath over and over again. You couldn’t tell whether he did it on purpose or whether he genuinely thought you couldn’t hear him over your dildo sucking or pussy squelching. Nonetheless, you found yourself caring less as you hummed with your lips still wrapped around the dildo.

Pulling the dildo out of your mouth with a crisp pop, you swirled your tongue to coat your lips with spit, letting some drip out to your chest. You took out your fingers, scooping your essence to coat the dildo before licking your hand clean. You repositioned yourself, lining up the dildo at your clenching entrance, “You ready to watch me get filled up? Are you going to wait to cum with mommy or are you going to be a naughty boy and selfishly chase after your own orgasm?”

Jisung paused, letting the fire he’d been building up momentarily die out, “No, no, no, I’m a good boy. I’ll always be your good boy. I’ll wait for mommy. Please, I just need to see you filled. Please, please, plea—”

You hushed him, engulfing your tight walls around the dildo. You threw your head back with a moan, “Keep going, Hanji, Let’s finish together, baby.”

Like before, you matched your pace with Jisung’s, fucking yourself faster than before as Jisung increased his pace. On the screen, you watched as Jisung’s movements became sloppier, hips now thrusting his hardened dick into his hand. The blue light emitting from his laptop illuminated his sweat coated chest, highlighting his abs beautifully. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly whimpering from the rough pace.

From your whimpers, Jisung’s moans increased in pitch, signaling that he was close to release, “You ready, baby?”

Jisung hissed through gritted teeth, “Fuck yes. Please, mommy let me cum. Please, I need you.”

“Then cum for me. Cum for mommy, Hanji. Let me see you,” You gasped, sheathing the dildo fully inside you as you watched the sticky, white substance shoot from Jisung’s tip. Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around the dildo as you watched his cum drip from his belly button towards the base of his dick, leaving a deliciously glittering trail in its wake.

Jisung let out a deep breath, throwing his head back to rest. Oblivious, Jisung slouched too far, perfectly revealing his chocolate chip dotted on his plump cheeks to further confirm his identity, “That was amazing, wow. Thank you, Kitty.”

Still naked, you slipped the dildo out of you and reached over to shut the camera off and end the feed.

“No. I should be the one thanking you,” You smirked, “For telling me how you really feel.”

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