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Your last private session was a week and a half ago, and his stream - last Saturday, - which you didn't get to see, because you had a four hour drive home. You can’t help but wish that time could pass quicker.

As you hurry to get home so you can have enough time to shower you realise that your present must have arrived safely which results into your mind wondering... Has he used it already? Does he even like it? Is he going to use it in front of everyone or is he going to keep it a secret and use it only during your private sessions?

Is he willing to turn it into something yours? Something little that connects the two of you a bit closer through your computer screens, and a bit stronger than the tips you send him.

Once you've showered and got dressed in a cute pajama set, - shorts and a top with thin straps that go around your shoulders where your skin radiates a nice floral scent from your body lotion, - you sit down in front of the cushions of your bed and turn on the laptop.

After all this time, you still feel silly for sticking to this routine, because he can't feel how soft your skin is; he can't inhale your perfume or run his thumb along your lipstick, and he's probably never going to. He doesn't even see your face, nor you've ever seen his.

But all this effort helps you control your nerves and boosts the confidence you need in order to go through this hour.

You take a sip of your iced coffee, another must have to keep yourself calm, and place it back on your nighstand as you log into your account.

You're just on time and soon the familiar silhouette appears on your screen.

“Finally”, Jay sighs once he lays eyes on your figure. His voice sounds as usual, low, restful and at ease, and despite not seeing his face, you can tell that he's smiling. “Baby girl, I missed you… Where have you been?”

You adjust the volume to hear him better meanwhile he leans back in his chair, manspreading leisurely and waiting for you to type your answer.

wild cherry: i was out of town for a few days

“Without me?” He asks right away, effortlessly maintaing the boyfriend role which he agreed on playing; as a small thank you gift for the amount of money you sent him a while back.

You wonder if he acts like this for other girls. With his growing popularity, he most likely does, maybe that's why it comes to him so naturally at this point.

wild cherry: i'm on a semester break and my family organised a short trip

wild cherry: i missed you too <3

“Ah, that's nice baby.” He says after chuckling at the little heart at the end of your message. “I want you to rest well and save some energy for me. We have a lot to catch up on.”

Seems like he cannot wait to include your surprise into the conversation, because he brings it up before you get the chance to even ask if he received it.

“I got your gift.” His arm reaches forward, providing you a close look of his long neck with vivid adam's apple. “You're gonna spoil me, baby.”

wild cherry: you earned it

wild cherry: you're a good boyfriend, jay

wild cherry: do you like it?

“I'll admit, I've never used things like this before,” he twirls the clear fleshlight with his hands, genuinely intrigued by it. “It's always just me and my hand, you know? But I'm down to try many things for my pretty girl.”

The motions of his long slim fingers distract you from your keyboard, tempting you to wonder how they would feel on different parts of your body. As you force yourself to look away you notice that everything in his room is exactly the way you last saw it including the acoustic guitar in the corner which makes you think that his fingers must have skills. And which makes you question if it has something to do with the reason he’s here... doing this.

“Is that a new set you have on? Looks good on you, baby.”

wild cherry: yeah, i wanted to wear something new for you

“So sweet, I appreciate it, love.” He leaves the toy on his desk while moving his other hand over his crotch.

You're so immersed in his voice that you're not sure when exactly the boner has grown in his pants. He palms it gently, but doesn't do nothing more yet.

wild cherry: looks like you're excited to try your very first toy

You hear him chuckling and it's the most attractive laugh you've ever heard. He sounds flustered, but also turned on.

“I want to find out how close it will feel to your sweet pussy. Hopefully, a lot.”

wild cherry: that's why i picked it

wild cherry: i want you to use it with your eyes closed and imagine it's me

“I already do that with my hand, baby. Now, tell me...” He lifts his hips up enough to just tug down the waistband of his sweats. “Is that what's on your mind when you touch yourself?”

You feel your face grow hot as you follow the movements of his hand. You love how he's never in a rush of anything. He takes the time to savour every second of the pleasure he gives himself, and - you.

The groan which comes through the speaker as he makes the first slow strokes makes your tummy swirl, but you compose yourself enough to answer.

wild cherry: yeah, every time

You're in the middle of typing your next message, but his husky voice steals your attention. It's something you've been meaning to send several times now, hopefully you won't chicken out again.

“Fuck, this is the second time today,” Jay admits while slowing down his hand even more. “I got hard earlier when I saw what time it is.”

Your heart flutters at his words. The growing heat in your core causes you to sigh as you can't look away from the erotic scene; from the way he lifts his palm to spit on it before proceeding with the gentle twists.

You wish you could see his lips at least. You wonder what their shape is; how they look when he smiles at your messages.

“It's so difficult not to touch myself when you're on my mind, baby. Just knowing I'm gonna see you in an hour makes my cock so fuckin' hard.”

wild cherry: you don't need to hold back anymore

wild cherry: get your toy, baby

Your gaze fixates on his pale skin after he gets rid off his clothes. His slim body floods your mind with images where you run your hands up and down his chest; each one doubles the arousal you feel lingering wildly.

“Fuck!” Jay sighs from relief as he slips inside the transparent shape. Inch by inch, his cock gets swallowed entirely while its walls rub his thickness from all sides. “Mmm, baby, this feels nice. How did you know I'll like it?”

wild cherry: the important thing now is that it makes you feel good

wild cherry: you like being inside me?

“You really are wild, aren't you, pretty?” He asks with a tint of playfulness in his lazy tone before groaning louder as his oozing tip reaches the deep end of the toy.

wild cherry: don't get distracted, baby

wild cherry: i want to hear more of the pretty sounds you make for me

Seconds after you hit send you hear a much more tender moan coming from the boy. You bite your lip as his hand grips tighter, forcing it down his length more eagerly than a moment ago.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, god—“ His mellow voice draws out each word as he gets extra heated. “Bet you’d feel even better, baby girl.“

You smile, glancing down; your hands are sweating from the rush as your fingers tap on the keyboard.

Everything is so much more exciting when there’s no rising numbers of viewers to distract you, when there’s no filthy comments piling up on your screen or buzzing sounds of money interrupting his speech.

wild cherry: imagine it's me, baby

wild cherry: i'm taking your cock and it feels so good

“It does,” he agrees right away, jerking his hips up one more time; as if you’re there, sat on his lap and chasing the same peak as him. “Shit, you’re so tight—“ his voice turns thinner as the noise from his cock gliding through the fleshlight starts to become more obvious, more lewd and intense.

Instead of typing that message you were planning on sending earlier, you decide to just act on your impulses. You pull down your shorts and lean back again against the headboard of the bed, but with your legs separated in front of the camera.

Jay's hand slows down its movements extremely. You hear him cuss quietly as he must be comprehending what's actually happening in front of his eyes.

“I... You don't have to do this, cherry,” he stutters a bit which you find adorable. “If you don't want to you don—“

wild cherry: but i do

wild cherry: i've been wanting to for a long time

“You're so pretty,” he sighs in bliss as he allows his hips to buck up gently; to continue building the warm rush with the erotic stirring view intensifying his desires.

wild cherry: keep looking at me until you cum

wild cherry: can you see how wet i am for you?

“Shit, yeah, I do…”

His moan reaches you in a higher pitch that shoots right through your core. You can’t resist it anymore - your fingers find your sensitive spot and caress it gently.

“Cherry,” he mewls, going out of breath, “gonna cum all over your pretty pussy, baby.”

It’s clear he’s having trouble keeping his voice steady while speaking. The words come out of his mouth quick and shaky, but as you lower your fingers down your folds and slip them into your pool of arousal you realise they have even stronger effects on you like that.

“That’s what you want, right, doll? Fuck, I want that too… want to see my cum all over you, baby.”

You can’t force yourself to be gentle or slow - you begin to pump your fingers as fast as you can while keeping your focus on the screen.

“Shit—“ Jay drags the fleshlight away, groaning desperately at the sudden lack of stimulation, but he quickly gets back into it after standing on his feet and gripping the edge of his desk to steady himself. “Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close—“

Your room fills up with the lewd noise emerging from between your thighs as you move your hand quicker.

The image of him standing sideways, gripping the desk and fucking the clear toy with sharp greedy thrusting causes your palm to hit your folds harder. You’re not trying to match his rhythm; it just happens that you’re both moments away from reaching your peaks and somehow your bodies end up synchronising.

“Cherry, I need to hear you, please,” you hear the boy spit out as you see few strands of his brown hair dangling in the air as it seems his head hangs low. His hips slow down a bit as his tone turns even lower: “I want to hear your voice before I cum.”

You swallow while the excitement grows inside your chest.

You unmute your microphone and slightly lower the desktop screen to make the intimate view as best as possible.

“Should we cum together now?” You ask, wetting your fingers more and placing them back where they were.

“I knew you’d sound sexy.”

You moan softly as you glide through your gummy walls in aim to resume to the nice pace from earlier. His compliment makes you chuckle though which causes the boy to giggle too.

“I bet you look sexy too,” he continues as he moves his hips forward once; then twice. “I’d fuck you so good...”

“Shit, Jay” you sigh, placing one hand over your boob, “I want to feel your cock so badly… Go faster, baby.” Jay’s fragile moans guide you closer to the edge as you pump your fingers repeatedly into your sweet spot; just like the head of his cock that’s bumping into the end of the toy.

“Keep talking to me, baby,” he begs not slowing down, “don’t stop, fuck—“

“Jay, it feels so good, please—“ you go silent for a moment as you feel the rush intensifying a crazy amount, “fuck me harder, please! I need you, I’m s-so close!”

“Fuck, I’m—“ He stops, unable to continue as his mind turns blank.

Seconds after, the warmth inside you bursts. You let your blissful moaning elevate higher meanwhile Jay’s low whines crawl out of his throat one by one as his hips make the last few motions.

Because he always cums on his stomach you’re guessing that he wants to keep this tradition going. After he sits back down in his chair, he lets the thick release spill out of the fleshlight, and dribble down his tummy.

For a moment there’s just silence between you, except your overwhelmingly loud breaths, until he quietly says:

“Thank you for this, cherry.”

You smile shyly as if he can see you and by a habit you reach for the keyboard.

“It was my pleasure,” you admit, disliking how formal it sounds, but you can’t think of anything better to respond with. You’re not used to speaking to him… with your voice.

“I appreciate your gift, baby, and just so you know I’m going to be using it only whenever you want me to.”

Your eyes widen a bit from hearing these words.

So it is going to be your thing.

“We’re gonna make a good use of it.” Your heart starts to thump quicker with joy.

Your index finger roams along the edge of your laptop as you wait for a response, but one doesn’t come for a few seconds that almost feel like minutes to you.

You shift in your place after you notice Jay shifting in his own seat; his one hand takes a hold of the armchair as his body slightly leans forward.

“Are you a coffee drinker?” He asks which catches you off guard.

You almost forgot about the coffee besides you.

“Oh, yeah, few times a day.” You chuckle before taking the cup to take a small sip.

“Does it say wild cherry there too?” The boy asks after a pause and now you really begin to feel the strong curiosity in his voice.

“No, I use that only for you.” You don’t receive a reply right away so you continue: “For my coffee order I use another nickname that one of my friends came up with actually.”

You guide the cup close to the camera so he can see the nickname you’re talking about.

Jay reads it out loud very slowly.

He doesn’t comment on it which disappoints you a little bit, but there’s no way you can find out that it’s because his mouth went dry immediately after.

“Do you drink coffee?” You decide to ask so you can fill the ongoing silence.

“Venti iced shaken espresso with splash of oatmilk and four pumps of caramel. Is that your order?” Jay asks instead of replying to your question. “The one you have only during autumn.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I make it for you every week.” He laughs; a bit flustered, very surprised, and as if he’s on the verge of jumping from his chair.

You keep staring at his frame with disbelief.

Can what’s running through your head right now really be the truth?

“I thought your voice sounded familiar,” he thinks out loud while his hand goes up to his face which you still can’t see.

“How did I not recognise yours?” You ask more yourself than him. “You sound different.”

“Yeah, uhm,” Jay stands up to grab his sweatpants, “At work I use my customer service voice… to sound more bubbly and exciting you know? When I’m here I just… relax.”

Before you know it, you can see the familiar face. The one you see almost every day - charming, bright, with a pair of captivating brown eyes that you’ve wished several times you could hold onto for a little bit longer.

Jooyeon, as his badge says. Here’s why you didn’t see him at the cafe today.

“I will not say a word about this,” you adjust the screen so he can see you now too. He immediately smiles at the sight of your face. “I promise.” After he nods with appreciation, you decide to ask the question that would probably not leave your mind all day if you keep to yourself. “Will this change anything?”

Jooyeon’s eyes glance down for a second as they seem to concentrate. When they look back up at you there’s a noticeable glimmer inside.

“I think it just made things even more interesting.”

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(REMINDER: MINORS DNI)

Matthew knows it’s rude to stare. But it’s getting difficult to adhere to the gentlemanly persona he has. You often cuddle up with Jiwoong on the couch as the younger members watch movies on the TV screen. He tries not to stare at your legs that are draped over Jiwoong’s lap. Other times, Matthew finds you casually sitting in Jiwoong’s desk chair, hair damp from the shower. He tries not to look at the wet spots that have formed on your shirt, especially not when it’s dangerously close to your chest. 

And if that wasn’t enough, Matthew actually found a pair of panties (that he assumes to be yours) in the dryer, and contemplated on keeping it for himself. Ultimately, he handed it to Jiwoong before any of the younger members could see. To which Jiwoong replied with a “thanks man, she thought she lost this.”

Now that it’s summer, you come visit the dorms in shorter skirts and dresses. It’s getting a little hard not to keep admiring you – the way the straps adorn your dainty collarbones, how the fabric tightens at your waist complimenting your figure, and how your dress hem moves up slightly when the breeze from the air conditioning passes by.

It’s hard not to keep watching as you greet Jiwoong with a kiss, or as he lifts you up to carry you to his room. He should really look away at some point, but he can’t. 

Again, he knows he’s being a little pathetic. Perhaps borderline perverted as his imagination runs wild on what occurs behind Jiwoong’s closed door. But he knows he doesn’t stand a chance anyway. 

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You’re both panting heavily, and Jiwoong makes sure to press a little kiss on your shoulder before he lays flatly in the space next to you. With chests rising and falling, he extends his right arm out to you for access to lay on him. Like clockwork, he does this after every time you fuck. 

Naturally, you accept the offer and make yourself cozy against him. It’s silent before you ask him “everything okay, Jiwoong? you’re awfully quiet...”

Jiwoong gives a low chuckle, mainly because he should be asking you that question instead. He went a little hard on you today. “Sorry for all the marks Y/N, didn’t mean to take it that far” he turns to you to examine the purple hickies he left littered all over your chest and neck. He makes a mental note to check your freezer for ice. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s hot –” you reassure, extending your fist out for him to dap you up like always. “– and besides, you know I could take so much more” you tease him as you look up through your eyelashes, and he nods with a smirk. 

“ahh you minx. This is literally why I cannot get enough of you”. He repositions his body to face you, using his forearms to prop himself up. This way, he sees your face clearly. You engage in conversation like that, as he asks about what’s new with your work and for the gossip on all your mutual friends. Likewise, you ask him what's new with his schedule and members. 

“Speaking of members, I think Matthew might have a small crush on you.” 

You laugh.

“Just a small crush? have you seen the way he looks at me? he’s in love with me or something” you joke. And Jiwoong tilts his head to the side, impressed at your confidence – “so when you come visit me at the dorms dressed up all pretty, it’s partly for him, isn’t it?” he accuses, raising up an eyebrow. 

You don’t know whether you should be apologizing or defending yourself so you settle with a “sorry? It’s fun teasing him?” Jiwoong laughs, a laugh that says “haha i knew it” before he actually says “go easy on him, tiger – he’s more sensitive than you think.”

You pretend to put on an annoyed face, and Jiwoong kisses your cheek before standing up to get dressed. “Can’t blame him though, your ass is great” he gives a playful pat on your buttcheeks before he’s out the door.

You make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up when you receive a text.

jiwoong📱: made an ice pack in the freezer for the marks lol sorry again

jiwoong📱: and thanks for the fuck, babe

y/n📱: same time tomorrow? 

jiwoong📱: yeah i’ll be home by 9

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“Hey, Matt!” 

It’s Matthew that opens the door for you at 8 pm. He’s the only one currently at the dorms, so he feels responsible to tell you that Jiwoong should be home soon.

“Oh yeah I know, I came a little early to come hang out with you” you say as you remove your shoes at the entryway. Matthew's throat runs dry and his face turns criminally red as he attempts to think of a response. Amused at his reaction, you approach him and place your hand against his burning forehead. 

Fully knowing about his crush on you, you innocently ask “you okay Matt? you don’t look so good…” your face is so close to his, he can feel your breath. “Ah yeah, I’m fine” he clears his throat, as he removes your hand from his face. Matthew doesn’t know how he’ll survive the next hour with you. 

“Good. because I want to watch a movie” you skip happily to the couch, patting the spot next to you for Matthew to come. When he settles on the couch, he’s a little uncomfortable – wary of your presence. You end up choosing some studio ghibli movie and Matthew gets a little giddy inside. 

A few beer bottles later, you find yourself placing your legs on top of Matthew’s lap "for more warmth". Matthew figures that you must have done this out of habit, as he often finds you in this position with Jiwoong. His hands carefully rest atop your legs, he's trying not to feel weird about it. The movie plays, but the plot is the last thing on his mind right now. You watch him internally panic, so awfully stiff, which you actually find kind of cute. 

When the movie finishes, you get a text from Jiwoong. 

jiwoong📱: almost done, can you wait? 

y/n 📱: yeah just here drinking with matthew

“Jiwoong’s gonna be a little late” you announce, removing your legs from his lap and placing them on the ground. Matthew looks a little disappointed at the loss of body contact.

Matthew hums in response before saying “well I guess it’s my turn to pick the next movie”. He quickly grabs the remote from your hands before you could protest. In fake offense, you say “is that any way you should be treating your guest, matthew?”

“guest? You practically live here y/n” he reminds you, shaking his head with a smile on his face. He turns to face the TV, scrolling through the different animated films. Jiwoong was taking too long, and you wanted to tease Matthew a little more.

“actually I don’t want to watch another movie, Matt” your arms are crossed. He turns around to face you “what do you wanna do instead?” he asks, innocently cocking an eyebrow at you. 

You're feeling a little bold, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way Matthew was touching your leg earlier. “I don’t know…anything fun up your sleeve?” you leave light touches to his arm, snaking itself to reach his shoulder. Matthew’s frozen in place, unsure if he should read into it. You could just be joking, after all. 

“uhhhhhh…” he’s stuttering as he tries to think of something, anything. You take satisfaction in his nervousness, and inch yourself closer to him. Hand still on his shoulder, you use it as support to straddle his lap. Your faces are awfully close to one another again, and a million emotions run through Matthew’s face. Lust, guilt, excitement. 

You ghost your lips against his ear to whisper “is there something wrong matt? why are you always this nervous around me?” A devilish grin begins to bloom on your face, and it’s taking everything in him not to touch you, not to grab you by your chin and kiss you, not to take you right then and there.

He’s breathing heavily, and his knuckles are white from balling up his fists in an attempt for physical restraint – repeating to himself that he cannot touch you. Especially when your neck is covered in purple bruises, a reminder of Jiwoong's claim over you.

You both hear the passcode being entered as the front door unlocks. 

“Is that you, babe?” you yell out. 

When you hear the familiar “mmhh”, you decide to mount yourself off of Matthew to greet Jiwoong before he enters the living room. Though Matthew can’t see you anymore, he can definitely hear your conversation. 

“Hi Y/N, did you wait long?” Jiwoong asks. “Not really, Matthew kept me company” you respond. 

You and Jiwoong enter the room hand in hand, and he shoots Matthew a little nod as a greeting. As Jiwoong leads you into his room, you look back at Matthew to give him a little wink. 

Jiwoong’s door closes, and Matthew groans because of his hard on, burying his face into the pillow in disbelief.

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Matthew is trying to focus at the gym, attempting to rid any thoughts of you. Heavy emphasis on trying. He can’t stop thinking about your interaction the night before. And he wonders if he should tell Jiwoong about it. 

“Mind if I join you mattchu?” Jiwoong appears out of nowhere as he places his water bottle on the bench press next to him. He nods, albeit not looking him in the eye. He literally can’t. Not when his girlfriend was straddling his lap the night before, whispering seductively to his ear. 

“Jiwoon hyung, about Y/N…” he begins. 

Jiwoong chuckles as he picks up a weight from the rack. It’s about time he asks me about her, he thinks. He looks Matthew in the eye as he bicep curls the weight, “what about Y/N?” he responds. 

“How long have you been together? Like exactly how long” Matthew doesn’t know what knowing the answer to this would achieve, it still doesn’t diminish the fact that he almost kissed you the night before. 

“She’s not my girlfriend Matt” Jiwoong deadpans as he reracks the weight. Getting a heavier weight for his next set of reps.  "I'm being serious, we're good friends but we're not together. Like really, really good friends.." Jiwoong makes sure to emphasize his words.

“Then why..” Matthew trails off. What he wanted to ask was “why are you always with her” or “why is she always at our dorms” or “why do you call each other babe”. The gears are actively turning in his head when he realizes he’s been looking at your relationship from a conservative point of view. Him, out of all people, conservative? He thinks Korea might have brainwashed him.

“Do you finally understand what I mean?” Jiwoong is chuckling at Matthew’s confused face as he sits down on the bench, towel hanging from behind his neck. “And for the record Matt, I have no problems with sharing” Jiwoong playfully slaps Matthew’s back, as if giving him permission. 

Matthew does have a chance after all. 

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PART 2

A/N: dedicated to my hoes (endearingly said) @seok02 @bubbleseo @solarwoniii

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