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© nephynes 2026

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the sounds are nasty, wet and slightly humiliating, yet he's not embarrassed.

"mm fuck, baby. you're dripping," he mumbles against you. "making a mess for me, huh?"

your hand shoots down to grip his hair, back arching off the bed, as he grins into you.

"shit, baby, look at you," he says, pulling back just far enough to admire it again. your pussy's museum worthy. your slick is smeared all over your inner thighs, dripping down to the sheets, and all over his face.

he strokes himself, being painfully hard the entire time he was eating you out, beads of precum slipping out.

"if you keep," he groans, sliding his dick through your folds, hearing the mess in between your legs, "..creaming like that and i'm gonna lose my fucking mind."

you whimper, thighs falling open even wider. "riki…"

"yeah?" he rasps. "needy for it, angel? gonna let me fuck it out of you?" you're nodding before he even finishes the sentence.

he doesn't even bother with his boxers, he just shoves them down far enough, strokes himself a few times and sinks into you in one smooth thrust.

"ffffuck—baby, fuck." he moans loud, head tipping back and fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave nail marks. he barely gives you time to adjust, already rolling his hips into yours with slow, deep strokes that make you feel every vein.

"she's so loud for me. you hear that?"

the lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of you are obscene, and he loves it.

"couldn't even wait for me to finish eating 'cause she needed me inside of her." you nod desperately, clawing at his shoulders, gasping his name again and again as he thrusts harder.

he leans in close, lips brushing your ear. "this pussy's mine, you hear me?"

a moan escapes you, full of need, and you can't help but to clench around him.

"that's it," he pants. "cum for me, baby. it's so beautiful when you do."

© nephynes 2026

all works are pieces of original fiction, do not repost, translate, or adapt without explicit permission.

© nephynes 2026

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© nephynes 2026

You always told yourself it was just convenience. A no-strings-attached setup that fit perfectly into your chaotic early twenties life. At 21, you were juggling part-time jobs, night classes at the local community college, and a social circle that revolved around cheap beer and late-night ramen runs. Relationships? Those were for people with time and emotional bandwidth. You barely had enough energy to keep your tiny apartment from looking like a disaster zone.

Kim Taehyung, on the other hand, was the epitome of put-together adulthood. At 33, he owned a small but thriving graphic design firm in the heart of Seoul's bustling Gangnam district. He'd traded his wild younger days for a sleek loft apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, a collection of vintage vinyl records and a wardrobe full of tailored shirts that hugged his broad shoulders just right. No wife, no kids, just a string of casual flings that never lasted longer than a season.

You met him at a mutual friend's gallery opening six months ago. It was one of those pretentious events where everyone pretended to understand abstract art while sipping overpriced wine. You were there because your roommate dragged you along, promising "free booze and hot guys." Taehyung was the hot guy in question: tall, with tousled dark hair that fell over his forehead, sharp jawline and eyes that seemed to hold secrets. He caught you staring at a particularly baffling sculpture, a twisted metal thing that looked like a deconstructed heart.

"Confusing, right?" His voice was deep, velvety, with a hint of that southern drawl that made your stomach flip. "I think it's supposed to represent heartbreak or something. Or maybe it's just scrap metal."

You laughed, louder than you intended, drawing a few side-eyes from the artsy crowd. "Honestly, it looks like my love life: messy and pointless."

He smirked, leaning against the wall beside you. "Sounds like you need a drink to match."

One drink turned into three and before you knew it, you were in the back alley behind the gallery, his lips on yours, hands roaming with a confidence that came from experience. He was older, sure, but that only made it hotter. No fumbling, no awkward pauses, just pure, electric chemistry. That night ended in his car, parked in a dimly lit garage, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you with a rhythm that left you breathless.

It should have been a one-night stand. But a week later, his text lit up your phone: "Missed the taste of you. Come over?"

And just like that, you were hooked.

Now, six months in, it was a well-oiled routine. No dates, no sleepovers, no pet names. Just sex, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex that left you sore and satisfied. You'd show up at his place (or he'd come to yours on rare occasions when impatience won out), shed your clothes, and lose yourselves in each other for a few hours. Then, one of you would leave with a casual "See you next time" and life went on.

Tonight was no different. It was a Friday, the kind of humid summer evening where the city air clung to your skin like a second layer. You'd just finished a grueling shift at the coffee shop, smelling faintly of espresso and vanilla syrup, when your phone buzzed in your pocket.

"You up for it? Door's unlocked." Simple, direct. No pleasantries. That's what you liked about Taehyung, he didn't pretend this was anything more than it was.

You showered quickly, threw on a simple sundress (easy access, you'd learned) and hopped on the subway. His loft was in a trendy neighborhood, the kind with artisanal bakeries and overpriced boutiques. As you rode the elevator up to his floor, you felt that familiar flutter in your chest, not butterflies, exactly, but anticipation. The kind that made your thighs clench involuntarily.

The door was indeed unlocked. You slipped inside, kicking off your shoes in the entryway. The apartment was dimly lit, soft jazz playing from his vintage record player in the living room. Taehyung was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, shirtless in low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the outline of his semi-hard cock. God, he was beautiful: tanned skin stretched over lean muscle, a faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband.

He turned when he heard you, those dark eyes raking over your body like he was already undressing you. "Took you long enough" he teased, voice low and rough.

"Traffic" you lied, stepping closer. The air between you crackled, charged with unspoken need.

He set the glass down, closing the distance in two strides. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel his heat, the hard planes of his chest against your softer curves. "Missed this" he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

"Not me?" you shot back, half-joking, as your fingers traced the V of his hips.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. "Always the smart mouth." Then his lips were on yours, hungry and demanding. No gentle buildup, just raw passion, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing possessively as he backed you against the kitchen counter.

You gasped when he lifted you onto the cool marble, the dress riding up your thighs. He stepped between your legs, grinding against you, letting you feel how hard he already was. "Fuck, you're always so ready" he growled, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them aside.

You moaned as he teased your entrance, circling your clit with his thumb. "Tae..."

"Shh" he whispered, nipping at your neck. "Let me take care of you first."

He dropped to his knees, spreading your thighs wider. His breath ghosted over your core, making you shiver. Then his mouth was on you: hot, wet, relentless. He licked and sucked with expert precision, knowing exactly what drove you wild. Your hands fisted in his hair, hips bucking against his face as pleasure built like a storm.

"Oh god, right there..." You were close already, the tension coiling tight in your belly.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending you over the edge. You came with a cry, waves of ecstasy crashing through you. He didn't stop, lapping up every drop until you were trembling and oversensitive.

Satisfied, he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. "Bedroom. Now."

You slid off the counter on shaky legs, following him down the hallway. His bedroom was minimalist: king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a large window framing the city lights. He stripped off his sweatpants, cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum.

"Lie down" he ordered, voice husky.

You complied, shedding your dress and bra along the way. Naked, you stretched out on the bed, watching as he crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring the taste. His cock nudged against your thigh, hot and insistent.

"Condom?" you asked, though you already knew the answer. Early on, you'd both gotten tested and you'd assured him you were on the pill. But lately... well, things had shifted. He never brought it up, but there was a possessiveness in the way he fucked you raw, the way he lingered inside after.

He shook his head, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. "Not tonight. Want to feel all of you."

Your heart raced at the implication, but you didn't protest. Truth be told, the risk thrilled you too, the forbidden edge to it all.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds. "So wet for me" he murmured, pushing in slowly. Inch by inch, he filled you, stretching you perfectly. You arched your back, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, Tae...you're so big."

He groaned, bottoming out with a snap of his hips. "Take it, baby. Just like that."

He started moving, thrusts deep and deliberate. Not frantic, but controlled, like he was savoring every clench, every gasp. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you whimpered.

"Look at you" he rasped, eyes locked on where you were joined. "Taking my cock so well. Like you were made for it."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The angle hit that spot inside you, white dots blooming behind your eyelids. "Harder...please..."

He obliged, pace quickening. The bed creaked under the force, skin slapping against skin. Sweat slicked your bodies, the room filled with the obscene sounds of your coupling.

Taehyung's control slipped as he neared his peak. His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into yours. One hand slid down to your stomach, pressing firmly just above your pubic bone. "Feel me here? So deep inside you."

You nodded frantically, too lost in sensation to speak. But you felt it, the bulge of him, the way he claimed every inch.

"Gonna fill you up" he grunted, voice strained. "Make you mine."

The words sent a jolt through you. He didn't say it outright, but the intent was there, the breeding kink simmering beneath the surface. The way he held you down, the possessive grip, the refusal to pull out. It was subtle, woven into his actions rather than spelled out.

"Come for me" he demanded, thumb finding your clit again. "Want to feel you milk me."

That pushed you over. Your orgasm hit like a wave, walls fluttering around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural moan. Hot spurts painted your insides, his cock twitching as he emptied himself completely.

He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy, still semi-hard inside. His hand remained on your belly, thumb stroking lazily. "Stay like this" he murmured against your skin. "Just a little longer."

You hummed in agreement, aftershocks rippling through you. It was intimate, almost too much for "just sex." But you pushed the thought away. This was the arrangement, no feelings, no complications.

Eventually, he withdrew, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked out. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his side for a brief moment, another unspoken ritual.

"You good?" he asked, voice soft in the quiet.

"Yeah. You?"

"Mm-hmm." He paused, then added, "You should crash here tonight. It's late."

You hesitated. Sleepovers weren't part of the deal. But the bed was warm and your body ached in the best way. "Okay. Just this once."

He smirked, turning off the light. In the darkness, his arm draped over your waist, holding you close. It felt dangerously like more than just sex. But come morning, you'd both pretend it wasn't.

The next few weeks blurred into a haze of stolen moments. Your texts grew more frequent, not just booty calls, but casual check-ins. "How's class?" from him one afternoon.

"Survived the shift?" from you after a long day.

You told yourself it didn't mean anything. He was just being polite. But deep down, you knew the lines were blurring.

One night, after a particularly intense session where he'd fucked you from behind, mirror in front of you so you could watch, he broke the silence as you lay tangled in sheets.

"Why do we do this?" he asked, fingers tracing patterns on your back.

You turned to face him, heart pounding. "Because it's fun? No strings."

He nodded, but his eyes held something unspoken. "Yeah. Fun." Another pause. "You ever think about... more?"

Your breath caught. "Tae..."

"Forget it." He kissed your forehead, a gesture too tender for fuck buddies. "Just thinking out loud."

But the seed was planted.

A month later, things escalated. You'd had a shitty week: failed a test, fought with your roommate and showed up at his door unannounced, needing release.

He didn't question it. Just pulled you inside, clothes off in record time. This time, he was rougher, more urgent. Pinned you to the wall, legs over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. Then on the couch, riding him reverse cowgirl, his hands guiding your hips.

"Fuck, you're perfect" he groaned, slapping your ass lightly. "Could do this forever."

You came twice before he flipped you onto your back, driving into you with abandon. His hand pressed on your lower abdomen again, eyes glazing over. "Imagine if- shit...if I knocked you up. You'd look so good, full of me."

The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered. Your eyes widened, but the idea sent a forbidden thrill through you. "Tae..."

He froze for a split second, then thrust harder. "Just a fantasy" he muttered, but his pace said otherwise.

When he came, it was with a roar, flooding you deep. He stayed buried, grinding slowly as if to push it further in. His breathing was ragged, hand splayed wide on your belly.

After, as he cleaned up, the air was thick with tension. "Sorry if that was weird" he said, avoiding your gaze.

"It wasn't." You pulled him back to bed. "Kinda hot, actually."

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

From then on, the kink crept in more overtly, still subtle, but present. Whispers of "Gonna breed you" during heated moments, his obsession with coming inside, the way he'd hold you after, hand always on your stomach like claiming territory.

But it was still just sex. Right?

One rainy evening, you arrived soaked from the downpour. He wrapped you in a towel, made you tea: domestic acts that chipped away at the boundaries.

As you sipped, he watched you from across the kitchen. "You know, you're not like the others."

"Others?" Jealousy pricked, unbidden.

"Past flings. They were... temporary. You're different."

You set the mug down. "What are you saying?"

He crossed to you, tilting your chin up. "I don't want just sex anymore. I want you. All of you."

Your heart soared, but fear held you back. "The age gap...people will talk."

"Fuck people." He kissed you softly. "I don't care. Do you?"

You searched his eyes, seeing sincerity. "No."

"Then let's try."

It wasn't a fairytale ending, there were arguments, adjustments to the age difference, navigating your worlds. But the sex? It only got better, now laced with emotion.

And that breeding kink? Well, let's just say, in time, much later, it became more than fantasy.

But that's a story for another day.

Namjoon was a pretty decent roommate. You had connected with him on Facebook while searching for somebody to move into your spare room in your apartment when your last roommate moved out unexpectedly. He was quick to take you up on the offer.

He kept things tidy, relatively quiet. He read a lot and liked to sing in the shower. Your schedules seem to be quite the opposite: while you were at work, he was home. And while you were home, he was out or hidden away in his room. Your interactions were always pleasant. He was a genuinely nice guy who even left you meals in the fridge if he had any food left over from his dinner. You didn’t know much about him: who his friends were, where or what he did for work, or even what his last name was but he paid rent on time and didn’t bring drama. That’s all you could ask for.

You sat in your shared living room watching tv, lounging and relaxing after work when Namjoon came out of his room with a frustrated look on his face. His fingers were furiously typing against his phone screen.

“Hey.” You greeted him. “Didn’t realize you were home.”

“Uh, yeah.” He said without looking up, still focused on whoever he was texting.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, never having seen him in any mood other than a pleasant one. He took a second to glance up at you, a fake and tight smile on his face.

“Yeah. All good.”

“Okay.” You shrug. “You just seem a little stressed out or something.”

“It’s just a work thing.” He said, brushing it off but this peaked your interest never hearing him mention anything about his work. Or much of anything really.

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You offered causing Namjoon to snicker a bit, a laugh that made you feel a bit insecure for some reason. Almost as if he was laughing at some sort of an inside joke. “What’s so funny?”

“I uh- I don’t think this is something you could help me with.” He said, plopping down on the couch beside you in a huff. This was the first time you had had a conversation this long, let alone sat so close together. It excited you a bit.

“Come on, I’m good at my job. I’m a supervisor. I manage a whole team. I’m sure I can help you out with whatever is going on.” You pushed. “What kind of work are you in?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “Im a content creator.. I guess you could say.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe I’ve seen some of your work.” You said excitedly while taking your phone out. “What platforms are you on?”

“I definitely don’t think you’ve seen my content or I think we would have crossed that bridge by now.” He chuckled, a hint of a darker tone behind his words that you caught onto quickly.

“What? Am I crossing the line or something?” You ask, panicking a bit. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t gotten to know you so I guess I got a bit excited.”

“Well, although that’s very cute, I don’t know if this is something I’m ready to share with you.”

“Do you make cringey videos or something?” You chuckle but Namjoon didn’t laugh along with you.

“No.” He said, sighing deeply. “Definitely not cringey.”

“Okay, you kinda have to tell me now. I’m way too curious.” You pester, not allowing him to shy away from the topic. He groaned, running both his hands through his hair dramatically before finally giving you an inch.

“Do you promise not to judge me?”

“I promise.” You say, crossing your heart like a school-girl. “Cross my heart.”

“Oh god-okay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at your cliche but continued. “I make content for Only Fans.”

“Wait, isn’t that.. the porn site?” You ask with a bit more emphasis on the word porn than Namjoon appreciated.

“You said you wouldn’t judge.”

“I’m not I’m just.. I guess I can’t really picture you doing.. that.” You said, your voice still full of judgment. Namjoon was admittedly very, very, attractive. But in more of a ‘hot teachers assistant’ way. He was tall, studious, and came off very private. You couldn’t imagine him filming himself and posting it for others to watch.

“You mean you don’t think I can fuck?” He said, snickering a bit.

“No! I mean, yes. Not that I’ve imagined you having sex. I haven’t. But I just didn’t take you as somebody who would, you know, record yourself doing that for money.” You said, a bit of panic in your voice. “There’s nothing wrong with that! Nothing wrong at all. I mean, you always pay rent on time so I don’t care.”

“Well, that’s kinda the problem.” He grumbled. “I was supposed to shoot a new video I promised my subscribers with this new amateur actress and she cancelled. My other creator friends are all unavailable so, I might be fucked out of rent this month.”

“Oh-uh.. I can see how that would be frustrating.” You say, not knowing the best way to comfort him in this scenario while also worrying about the other half of your apartments rent money in the back of your mind. “Can’t you just.. do something else?”

“My subscribers are waiting on a new video with a partner. If I post a solo video I’ll have to refund a whole bunch of subscriptions and I’ll be fucked. No pun intended.” He groaned.

“You really have enough subscribers to pay your rent every single month?” You say in complete shock, glazing over his entire issue.

“Yes.” He sighed. “For now.”

“Holy shit.” You mumble. “Well, do you have a backup plan?”

“No. Not unless you want to take one for the team and be in the video with me.” He said, laughing a bit.

“Oh, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m joking. Plus, you’re a virgin right?”

“That’s fucking rude.” You scoff.

Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and covered yourself by crossing your arms.

“You know, maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.” He lifted his finger to his lips like he was pondering a deep thought. “Yeah, that could totally work.”

“I’m lost. What are you going on about?”

“You should be in the video with me. If you want to, that is.” He said so casually you thought he was joking. You started to laugh, a small snort slipping out. When his face remained serious, your laughter cut off quickly.

“Wait- you’re not joking?”

“No. I have to pay rent somehow and you’re very pretty. I get tested for STD’s weekly and I’m clean.” He said very confidently. “Plus, I would do all the work. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have to worry about anything? Of course I would. I’d be on camera!” You balked. “There’s like a million things I would have to worry about.”

“My content very much surrounds the pleasure of my viewer and the person I make content with if I do a video with somebody.” He put it simply. “I don’t expect you to do anything too performative. We can talk about what you like and dislike but, really, all you have to do is allow me to give you multiple orgasms for my own pleasure and yours.”

“Oh please.” You scoff, not believing a second of it. “I’ve seen porn before. It’s 90% blowjob followed by 3 pumps and a fake orgasm.”

“That’s porn made in a studio for men by men. I make porn for everyone but, mainly women. The majority of my subscribers are either women or people who identify as queer.” He explained. “Plus, I get off by getting people off.”

Although the idea was insane, his words admittedly made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“I don’t know.” You said, still not fully believing what he was saying. “I also don’t know how I feel about being recorded. What if people recognize me?”

“I can blur your face if you like.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m able to work with you to make you as comfortable as possible. We don’t even have to have sex if you don’t want you. You can just lay back and let me take make you cum a few times with my hands. My mouth. Maybe a toy if you have one..”

He trailed off, allowing you to envision the experience. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as well as between your thighs, although it made you feel a bit embarrassed. Your eyes glanced down to his hand. His fingers were long and almost delicate that suggested hidden skills and an expert touch. As your eyes traveled farther, you noticed he was hard. His bulge pressing up into his jeans in a size that was impossible to ignore.

“Oh.” You slipped without thinking, your eyes snapping away quickly. You had to fight hard not to look back down.

“Sorry.” He apologized, a smirk on his lips. “Like I said, I get off to getting others off. Even thinking about getting you off is enough to turn me on.”

You unintentionally pressed your thighs together which Namjoon noticed, satisfied. He knew he was having some sort of effect on you. Good or bad, he didn’t quite know.

“What are you thinking? Is this too much all at once?” He asked, his voice soothing.

“I still don’t know Namjoon.” You mumble. “I’m just.. nervous. About a lot. I’m not sure what to think about all this still.”

“I understand.” He nodded and stood up from his spot on the couch. “How about you sleep on it? Let me know tomorrow.”

You nodded, giving him a tight smile. He walked over to his bedroom door. But, before going inside he told you one more thing.

“Runch Randa.” He said, not elaborating.

“What?” You asked him, completely confused.

“My Only Fans name. Runch Randa.” Namjoon repeated. “In case you need to do some research.”

Namjoon slipped into his room without another word, leaving you with a peculiar decision to make by morning.

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You were still tossing and turning at midnight. Namjoon’s words repeating themselves over and over again in your mind. Should you or shouldn’t you? You thought to yourself. It would be easy to say no and help him cover rent this month. Secretly look for a backup roommate just in case this happens again. But truthfully, the thought about saying no disappointed you a bit. Not because you wanted to be on camera and wanted to sell sex with your roommate. But because Namjoon made sex with him sound so intriguing. And he must be good at it, right? If he was good enough to make money off of selling his sex it must be?

You wanted to call a friend and talk to them. Ask them what you should do but, you couldn’t. You didn’t want them to judge your roommate or you if you went through with it. Or worse, watch the video if you did. So instead, you opened the web browser on your phone and search his username. ‘Runch Randa.’

“Such an unsexy name for a sexy man.” You mumbled to yourself, and then clicked on his profile. He had a decent amount of subscribers. Not a crazy amount but, for his subscription cost, definitely enough where he could support himself with some change left over. His account was subscription protected but, thankfully, his account offered a 24 hour subscriber trial. All you had do to was create an account.

Once signed up, you scrolled through his long list of videos that he had sorted by categories. You first started in his “Solo” playlist. The thumbnail of the first video made your jaw practically hit the floor. It was Namjoon sat on a chair, only his torso shown, with his fist at the base of his thick cock.

You slapped your phone down on your chest and took a deep breath, completely freaked out by the fact that you had just seen your roommates dick. But, more importantly, that it looked like that. After taking a deep breath, you lifted your phone again and found enough bravery to press the play button.

The video was simple, one of the first he ever posted based on the date. Over a year ago. You watched with cheeks burning as his hand slowly stroked himself up and down, his wrist twisting each time he got to his head. Your eyes followed every movement, the time passing as if you were entranced. Suddenly, without warning, a soft moan left your phone speakers. You closed the video quickly, your heart racing along with a new pulse between your thighs. A new excitement bubbling. Before opening your phone again, you made sure to grab your headphones to enjoy Namjoon’s noises with more privacy.

You scrolled through more of his Solo playlist and found he had gotten more adventurous, using masturbator toys and even touching himself from behind as he grew more confident in front of the camera. You noticed about 6 months into his career he started to show his face, and enjoyed watching how his jaw would go slack whenever he would do something to himself that felt really good and how he would curse and clench his jaw when he came really hard. Before long, you had to come to terms with the fact you were wet from watching him.

You moved on and saw another category: “Partners” and was pleasantly surprised to find not just women, but very attractive men featured in the videos as well. There were few, seemingly new to his career. He must have only just started collaborating with other sex workers recently. You clicked on one with a pretty man with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He was shorter than Namjoon and had a tattoo on his ribcage but also one down his spine that was very nicely on display when Namjoon bent him over.

His needy whimpers made your entire body feel hot. Too hot. You quickly clicked out and went to another video. You found one of Namjoon with a female creator. She was beautiful, of course. And Namjoon had pulled her over his face, making her sit right on top of him. You watched in awe as she quivered and twitched above him, whimpering as devoured her from down below. Even muffled by her thighs, you could still hear the audio of his lips sucking on her click and tongue licking up her arousal. His hands planted firmly on her thighs so she would not squirm away. Her moans were so pornographic it almost made you jealous. Almost. Overall, you were just incredibly turned on.

The pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore now, your panties now soaked from watching your roommate eat this girl alive. As you watch her cum on his tongue, convulsing above him as he held her steady until she came down from her high, you decided you couldn’t fight it any longer. Opening the drawer in your bedside table, you pulled out your vibrator and pushed it under your panties.

You went back to a video you had scrolled by previously, a solo video. You pressed play and watched as Namjoon stroked himself, one hand firmly at his base while the other focused on stroking his swollen cockhead. He was leaking precum, his deep voice dribbling out nonsense. You clicked the first speed on your vibrator, a small gasp slipping through your lips as the sensation hit your engorged clit.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself for me.” He said, his voice deeper than normal. Your heart raced as if he could actually see you but, this only made it that much more exciting. You found yourself settling down in your bed further, spreading your legs into a wider butterfly position. The fabric of your panties tightening against you as you spread your legs that pushed your toy even harder into you.

“Are you making yourself feel good for me? Such a good girl.” His honey voice cooed in your headphones. Without realizing, a small whimper slipped out of your lips. You tried your best to control yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as you continued to watch. You started to move your vibrator in circular motions against yourself, matching the pace that Namjoon was using to stroke himself. It didn’t take long for the heat of an approaching climax to start to build.

“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm?” He grunted, the speed of his fist picking up speed, his wrist twisting and milking him harder. “Going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

You found yourself nodding pathetically as if he could see you. Your hips bucking up into your toy, pressing up into it hard, wanting more. You clicked the power one more time, upping the speed. You were right there, on the brink.

“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum with me.” Namjoon grunted. And you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched as he pumped himself empty into his hand. The sight on the screen making you go over the edge, cumming hard against your toy. A small moan escaping your throat before you could stop yourself.

When your orgasm subsided, you pulled off your completely ruined panties, the apex of your thighs still pulsing with the aftershocks of your climax. You knew for certain now you were definitely interested in sleeping with Namjoon. That was fact. But being on camera? That was a component you weren’t sure about yet. Namjoon said he could blur your face which took care of that but, the worry still was in the back of your head. There were so many angles, so many things others could notice about you that you didn’t want them to. What if you sounded weird? Your stomach bunched up in a weird way? Did you have a strange looking vagina or weird shaped nipples? Did Namjoon even want to sleep with you? Or was he just desperate to make content?

“Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your arms above your face, sleepiness catching up to you. You decided to make up your mind in the morning.

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You were eating a piece of toast when Namjoon emerged from his room.

“Morning.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Morning.” You felt your cheeks get warm instantly. “There’s coffee in the coffee maker if you want some.”

“Thanks.” He said and walked over to pour himself a cup. Black, no sugar or milk. “So, did you enjoy your research last night?”

You cough, choking on your bite of food which made Namjoon laugh.

“I get a notification every time somebody subscribes. Even if it’s with the free trial. Maybe using your first name in your username isn’t the best idea in this scenario.” He explained with a cocky grin.

“Oh, I see.” You said sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.

“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.

“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”

“God- please spare me.” You grown, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m being mean. I just like to tease.” He chuckled. “But, I take it you enjoyed what you saw?”

You adverted your eyes completely and couldn’t bear to look at him however, the familiar pulse between your thighs returned at the memory and also his forward words. He was still patiently waiting for an answer and you knew he wouldn’t drop this topic without one.

“Yes.” You mumbled shyly.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Namjoon reassured you. “That just means I’m doing my job well. I take it as the highest compliment. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You smiled softly and gave him a shy nod, finally meeting his eyes. You finished your toast and he finished his coffee in silence before he finally spoke again.

“Have you given any more thought to helping me out today?” He asked the million dollar question. Well, more like the $1500 question.

“Yes, I have.”

“Have you decided? Or are you still unsure?” Namjoon persisted, still remaining composed and polite. He leaned against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt hugged his pecks as he leaned back against the granite, making your mouth go a bit dry.

“I uh- I’m still a bit unsure of some things.” You said with a weak voice since he had stolen your breath just simply by existing. He nodded and thought for a moment before continuing.

“Well, tell me what you’re sure of and then we can go from there.”

“Oh. Well.. you’re very attractive.” You admitted which made him smile a genuine smile. His dimple showing deep in his cheek. “Very, very attractive. It seemed like you know what you’re doing and are good what you do. And I’d like to sleep with you.”

“Okay.” He said, his head cocking to the side with his eyebrow raised. “It sounds like that’s all we really need. So, I guess I’m a bit confused on what’s holding us back here.”

“I just- what if people don’t like how I look? What if after all of this you still have to refund people anyway because you slept with somebody who looks like me? I mean, do you event want to sleep with me? If you didn’t have to make this video would you have ever pursued me? Because you’ve never tried.”

“I got hard just thinking about getting you off.” He said simply. “I got off last night listening to you get off. Just knowing you were watching my videos drove me crazy. Of course I want to fuck you.”

“You got off to me?” You ask him with surprise.

“Yes. And the only reason why I haven’t tried sleeping with you before is because you’re my roommate and in the past that.. complicated things. I didn’t want drama. But I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it. Many times.”

“So, you do think I’m attractive?”

“Yes. Very much so. And so will my subscribers but, that’s not the point. I just want to make you feel good and I know I can. If you are so gracious to let me.” Namjoon pushed himself off the counter and walked over to you. He took his hand and grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to look at him. Your lips trembled and your heart raced. “I want to make you cum. Over and over. You won’t see the camera and I’ll make sure of that. It will just be us.”

“C-can you blur my face?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“Yes. Anything you need to make you feel comfortable.”

“Then.. okay. I’ll be in the video.” You tell him, agreeing to his proposition.

“Good girl.” He smirked and then pulled away from you. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

You finally took a breath, realizing you had been holding it for some time. Your head was spinning slightly but you had to focus as you had more questions to answer.

“I need to know what you’re comfortable with. What you like.”

“Hmm? Oh- I’m sure anything is fine.”

“No. I need direct answers.” He said very seriously. “This is sex but this is also my work. I need to be professional and make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Are you okay with kissing on the lips?”

“People have been not okay with that?” You ask him in shock, wondering how you could enjoy sex without doing such a thing.

“Different people have different boundaries. Especially if the person who creates this sort of content has a significant other outside of this line of work.” He explained. “So, I take that as a yes?”

“Yes. I’m okay with kissing.” You told him with butterflies in your stomach.

“Okay. Can I touch your breasts? Do you like nipple okay?” He asks it so casually you had to repeat the question to yourself in your head a few times before answering.

“Yeah.” You mumble. “I do.”

“Good.” He pursed his lips, thinking. Mapping out the video in his head. “Am I allowed to finger you? Go down on you, if you’re comfortable enough?”

“Yes.” You gulped. Your mouth felt dry again, as if he had stolen every drop of moisture from your body and sent it pooling down between your thighs.

“What about toys? Can I use one on you?” You could see him getting hard in his pajama pants at the thought. It made you press your thighs together just at the sight of his bulge, especially knowing now just what he was hiding under the fabric.

“I think you’re going to kill me but, yes.” You told him which made him laugh darkly.

“I’m going to push your limits for sure.” He admitted. “But that’s all the fun. I want you to feel pure bliss. I’ve already made you cum once.”

“That doesn’t count.” You argued, your cheeks burning.

“Oh yes, it does. And I’m going to make sure there’s plenty more where that came from.” He said, grabbing his cock in his hand through his pants. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes. I really want you to do that.”

“Noted.” He almost laughed at your expression of pure lust, feeling flattered. “What about anal? Can I eat your ass?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t know- I’ve never really..” you started to feel a bit nervous and unsure. Maybe even a bit scared which he picked up on instantly.

“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything like that today. Is there anything else I should know before I go set up and shower?” He asked you and you thought long and hard but shook your head no.

“Okay. Give me two hours and knock on my door. I’d say wear something cute but, it will come off regardless.” He smirked. “See you soon baby. I’m looking forward to it.”

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The hours flew by as you rushed to prepare for your on-camera “debut”. You made sure to scrub your whole body, shave it nice and bare, and did your makeup to perfection. You knew exactly what you would wear: a matching sheer black lace panty and bra set that left little to the imagination. You tossed an oversized shirt over yourself to conceal your undergarments that fit you almost like a dress, not wanting to come off too strong and show up at Namjoon’s door half naked.

Your heart pounded as you made your way to his room. You were both anxious and terrified to experience what waited for you on the other side of his door. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Moments later, it opened and Namjoon was there to greet you. His frame feeling even taller than normal, towering over you.

“Hi beautiful.” He said warmly. “Are you ready?”

He was shirtless, wearing nothing but loosely fitted grey sweatpants that hung off his waist. A silver chain around his neck. He looked divine.

You smiled shyly and nodded. He smiled back and lifted his hand to caress your cheek, trying to calm you.

“We can stop at any time. Okay?”

“I know.” You told him.

“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel amazing.” He told you, reaching for your hand and leading you into his room. You stepped in slowly and glanced around, trying your best to not be obvious as you searched for the video camera. You thought you would see a tripod, a camcorder, something technical. Instead all you saw was a plush king size bed, a bookcase on the wall overfilled with books that seemed to be one title away from collapsing, and a window filled with plants that had leaves cascading to the floor. His room was inviting and cozy. Comfortable.

“Not what you expected?” He asked, catching your eyes wandering.

“Did you not set up yet?” You asked him.

“I told you, you won’t see the cameras. But they’re here. They’re recording. I’ll show you where after. Right now, it’s just me and you.” Namjoon reassured you and pulled you close to him. He lifted your chin up, leaving your lips inches from his. You could smell his minty breath against your face, coaxing you in.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes.” You told him. “I want you.”

“Good.”

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours softly, allowing the kiss to become deeper as you melted against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing his hands to slide down over the curve of your back and over your ass. He smirked into the kiss when he found you opted to not wear shorts under your oversized shirt, and was instead wearing a pair of panties when his hands cupped your cheeks. When you felt his large hands squeeze your behind you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss you were sharing.

You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and he lifted you up off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed. He sat down on the edge with you on his lap straddling him. You both made out for a few minutes, getting familiar with each other until Namjoon started to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off of you.” He asked you, nipping at your bottom lip. You nodded shyly and raised your arms for him to take it off and enjoyed the look on his face when he saw you clad in your lacy black set.

“Jesus Christ you were hiding that this whole time?”

Namjoon kissed down your neck slowly, placing open mouth kisses on your throat and collar bone until he reached the top of your bra. Using his hands, he gripped the top of each cup and pulled them down, allowing each of your breasts to spill out in front of him.

“Shit.” He sucked in a breath at the sight before him, relishing in it. “So fucking beautiful.”

He grabbed one breast in his hand, using two of his fingers to pinch at your hardened nipple. He tweaked and twisted it, the sensation shooting down between your thighs instantly. While he continued to toy with that nipple, he wrapped his plump lips around the other. He sucked on it gently while keeping his eyes on you, enjoying how your eyes fluttered each time the tip of his tongue flicked across the tip of your hardened bud.

You started to grind down against him. You could feel how hard he was against you, somehow growing harder and harder than he already was. His cock pressing up just right against you, his head pressing up into your clit. The friction felt amazing and soon you had soaked through your own panties, leaving a wet mark on his sweats. But you didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Mmm.” You moaned, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hips starting to pick up speed as you chased the growing burn between your thighs.

“Does it feel good baby?” Namjoon said, pulling his lips off your now puffy nipple. You nod frantically while your hips still rock against him. “Such a good girl for me.”

He placed his lips back on your nipple and continued his sensual torture. While he did so, down below, Namjoon made sure to buck his hips up to meet your movements which made the friction so much more precise and intense. After a few more minutes of this, you felt a familiar intensity building between your thighs. Your hips started to twitch and your movements became more desperate, breathing more shallow and rapid.

“Joon-“ you were going to warn him but he placed his lips next to your ear and shushed you quietly.

“Be careful pretty.” He whispered almost too quietly. “Don’t use my name. They don’t know my real identity.”

“S-sorry.” You mumbled and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of your jaw to silently accept your apology.

“Are you going to cum grinding on my cock baby?” He purred in your ear in a tone that made your head spin.

“Please.” You begged, your hips moving faster. Your pelvis pushing against his bulge even harder. “Please, can I?”

“I’m here to please you baby.” He told you, his fingers pulling a bit harder on your nipple. “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

After a few more swings of your hips, you had your first orgasm. Namjoon held you tight against him while your body twitched and you shyly whined into his shoulder as you creamed in your panties. It was not earth shattering by any means, having been over clothing and not by Namjoon’s own hand but, felt so fucking good regardless.

“You make such cute noises.” He told you, nuzzling into your neck as you came down from your high. “I need to hear more. Lay down for me.”

He stood up, taking you with him and gently laid you down on the duvet with your legs still dangling off the edge. Namjoon placed his hands gently on your thighs and dragged them slowly upwards until his fingers reached the waistband of your panties. His eyes looked up and found yours, waiting for you to give him permission. With a small nod of your head, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly dragged the black lace downward. You lifted yourself upwards to help him shimmy them off. As you did, you could feel the cold air hit your wet core that was covered in the remnants of your orgasm.

Once the fabric was off your body, Namjoon dropped it into a heap on the floor next to your shirt. You felt a bit shy and clamped your legs shut tight. You peered up at him through your lashes waiting for him to make his next move.

“Can I see?” He asked you with his hands placed on your knees again, his voice low.

You slowly parted your thighs for him and he watched as you opened up like a flower. Your folds glistening in your arousal, clit plump and still tingling. He thought he could cum just from looking at you.

“My god. Fuck.” He said, suddenly dropping to his knees to get a better look. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed which made you yelp a bit in surprise. He chuckled and placed a heavy kiss to your inner thigh and continued, getting closer and closer to your heat. You started to squirm as the anticipation was building. Not knowing if the next time his lips met your skin he would place them where you desperately wanted him most. But he was teasing now, nipping at your skin of your opposite thigh and you were getting impatient. Your hand reaching down for his hair and giving it a weak tug.

“So impatient.” He chuckled darkly. “Am I taking too long, baby?”

“You’re driving me insane.” You whine pathetically.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I do really want a taste of you.” He smirked. “You want me to eat your pussy pretty girl?”

“Fuck- please!” You groaned in frustration again.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Namjoon put his hands behind your knees and pushed your thighs back and apart towards your chest, leaving your pussy completely open and exposed to him. He dipped his head down and licked a heavy strip from the opening of your cunt to your clit, savoring every drop of your juices. His lips stopping to encircle your clit and suck on the swollen nub, his tongue massaging the tip slowly as he did so. Your back arched off the bed the second his tongue touched you with curses falling from your lips.

Namjoon took his time with you. His lips and tongue worked against your cunt slowly but with expertise, almost as if he was making out with it. The pleasure was almost excruciating and you desperately needed more. You grabbed onto the back of his head and laced your hands into his hair and pulled him forward into your pussy, burring him deeper. He hummed out a chuckle, the vibrations feeling immaculate, and you tried grinding against his face.

“Am I not satisfying you baby?” He pulled away to ask you, his lips and chin glistening in your slick with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.

“You are. You’re so fucking good. I just need more of you.” You beg him. “Please give me more.”

“Do you want..” he started to say while slowly bringing a finger up to tease your entrance to circle your dripping hole. “..to feel my fingers?”

You answered him only with a moan, unable to form actual words. He smirked and pressed two fingers against your entrance to gently push inside. You gasped as you felt the length of his long digits twist up inside of you, curving against the contours of your body perfectly. He watched and obsessed over the view of your pussy swallowing each inch of his fingers and how you clenched around them so beautifully each time he dragged them out slowly and pushed them back in with delicious force. His dick throbbed in his pants, leaking into his sweats.

When he felt you start to tighten more around him, he bent back down and reattached his tongue to your clit once again to lap at the sensitive bundle as he worked your cunt from below. The double pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and jaw fall open in a silent cry with only a broken gasp managing to escape your throat. You felt your second orgasm approaching and approaching fast.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chanted mindlessly, completely lost in the pleasure. Within seconds your walls clamped down around Namjoon’s fingers as you came dramatically around them and on his tongue, your legs dropping down around his neck like a vice grip and held him to your pussy where he graciously licked your cunt until you finished cumming.

When your legs finally relaxed and let go, he pulled away gasping for air. His face was plastered with a triumphant, wet, grin as he looked down at you completely collapsed into jelly on the bed.

“I hope you’re not tired yet baby. I still want to play with you.” He said and walked over to grab something from his nightstand. In his hand was dildo. Shiny and new. “I bought this just for you.”

He pressed the tip in-between your folds and dragged it up, rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit. You sucked in a breath bucked your hips the second it touched your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Still sensitive baby?” He asked you then tapped the toy a few times against your pussy which made your hips buck and you whimper.

“Yes but it f-feels so f-fucking good.” You say as your voice trembled.

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed at you while rubbing the toy between your folds as you squirmed against it. “If you want to take my cock you gotta show me how good you can take this one. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes, I can take it.” You practically begged. He smiled and leaned down onto the bed to hover over you to give you a deep kiss.

“I knew you would.”

Namjoon pressed the tip of the toy to your entrance and eased it inside of you one inch at a time. It slid into you easily and made your eyelids flutter as the girth filled you. Your walls clamped down around the silicone and started to pulsate due to the overstimulation and for a moment you swore you could have came just from having it pushed inside.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He started to slowly pull the toy out of your cunt and, just as the tip almost made its way completely out of you, plunged the entire length of the toy back inside. The noise you made in response was nothing short of pornographic. He did it again, and again, picking up speed each time until he was ruthlessly fucking you with the toy while you could do nothing but relish in the building hot pleasure.

“You’re making quite the mess.” He teased, but his wrist did not slow as he relished in the sounds of your cries and the sounds he was pulling from your cunt. His eyes fixating down between your thighs where the colorful silicone slipped in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds that seem to be opening up more and more like a flower. He shifted on the bed once more and, without missing a beat, brought his free hand down between your thighs and started to use his thumb to rub heavy circles against your clit while still fucking you on his toy. The sensation was intense.

“Shit!” You screamed. “It’s so much.”

“But look how pretty your pussy looks being played with? It loves it. It wants to cum again.” He cooed. “Give me another.”

He switched from rubbing your clit with his thumb to his pointer and middle finger, rubbing it back and forth at a quick pace. The speed, mixed with the toy rubbing against your g-spot, had your third climax on the brink but this time it was different. It had only happened once, a long time ago while you were by yourself, and you didn’t think it would ever happen again. And you were afraid right now would be the time.

“W-wait, it’s too much-“ you tried warning him. “I think, I think I might-“

“Come on baby.” He said through gritted teeth, his fingers and wrist still working against you. “Don’t hold back. Fucking cum for me.”

You orgasmed again, this time your climax gushing out of your cunt and onto the duvet.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon said in shock. “Did you just squirt for me?”

“I tried to warn you.” You gasped, completely breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck- don’t be sorry. Just do it again.” He growled placed his fingers back against your clit once again, rubbing them back and forth quickly against the red and swollen nub. You screamed and came again instantly, squirting again all over him. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

You laid down, body convulsing in orgasm aftershocks while Namjoon stood up to drop his sweats. His rock-hard cock released from the waistband, his cockhead dripping in pre-cum from all the anticipation. He took his hand and collected the arousal and used it to pump his length a few times as he watched you lay before him in your glistening mess until you had collected yourself.

Watching him jerk off his big length brought you back to watching him for the first time on screen. It reminded you how bad you wanted him instantly, making up your mind in that exact moment that you needed him no matter what. Needed his cock. It made your mouth water.

“Can I suck your cock, baby?” You ask him, licking your lips. “Please.”

“No need baby. This is all about your pleasure.” He told you sweetly.

“I know. That’s why I want to.” You purred at him, twisting around on the bed and getting on your knees to crawl over to him. Your sudden forwardness exciting him, intriguing him. “Sucking your cock is for my pleasure.”

“Then I can’t say no to that, can I?” He said, placing his hand against your cheek and slowly lowering your face down to his cock.

You gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and stroked him at a slow pace, twisting your wrist as you worked him up and down. You put your lips on him, placing his head into your lips softly. You sucked on the tip gently as your wrist worked his shaft. Periodically, dipping your head down to take the entirety of his length into your throat until you felt him hit the back of it.

“Jesus-fuck.” Namjoon cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe how filthy you were, impressed with your skill. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”

You enjoyed working his length, savoring him and the grunts and groans he let out as you did so. Your pussy began to throb for him again between your thighs as you continued which you let him know by moaning as you sucked him, making vibrations run up his dick. You were working him so well, too well, and he had to stop you. He gently pulled you up and off of him, planting a hot kiss onto your messy lips before letting you go again.

“You did such a good job for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked you. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Namjoon pulled you forward and spread your thighs, settling between them. He lined himself up with your entrance and teased his head against your hole, running circles around it before pressing forward into you. You gasped feeling his girth spread you open and your back arched off the bed as you received him, your legs circling around his hips.

Namjoon leaned over you and placed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You felt his cock deep inside of you and he could feel your walls pulsing around his hard length. When he finally started to move, he used deep and slow strokes, ones that had his pelvis grinding hard against your clit each time he rolled his hips. The technique and feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced with any other partner you had slept with. It was fucking heavenly.

“Holy shit.. Joon..” you moaned, forgetting the rule about not being able to say his name. He didn’t panic quite yet, knowing he could manage a few edits here as long as it wasn’t that noticeable.

“Do you like my cock baby?” He whispered into your ear, only for you to hear and not the camera this time. Truly enjoying fucking you.

“Fuck yes.” You practically cried as he continued to roll his hips deeply into you. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”

Between his deep strokes and the friction of his pelvis against your clit, it wasn’t long before you started to cum again. Your walls clamping down around his cock and almost taking him with you before he was ready to.

“You didn’t squirt for me? That just won’t do.” He tsked and walked over to his side drawer to pull out his secret weapon: a magic wand vibrator. You almost ran out of the room when you saw it.

“Please- I don’t know if I can.” You told him weakly, holding up your hands in defense.

“Of course you can baby.” He said, pressing the bulbous end of the wand into your puffy clit. “I know you can.”

He pressed the on button and brought the toy to life. The lowest setting was already so powerful and had your body practically levitating off the bed. Namjoon pressed down on your pelvis to keep you on the mattress and slipped his cock back into your cunt, making you scream out in ecstasy. He wasted no time fucking into you. It wasn’t slow or romantic. This was pure fucking and his goal was to make you completely break this time. Reach pure bliss.

“Fuck! Joon! Oh my god! Joon, please!” You begged for something you weren’t even sure you were ready for. “Please Joon give it to me!”

He pressed a button on the wand one more time and made the speed go one level higher. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips lifted off the bed completely as you felt the pleasure take over you, Namjoon never ceasing his thrusts. You felt your cheeks start to burn and lips quiver. Your vision began to blur.

“Joon, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped in broken breaths.

“Cum.” He ordered you, pressing the wand into your clit as hard as he could and hitting the speed button one last time to take you to the third and most intense speed.

You came dramatically, gushing all over Namjoon’s cock and abdomen. Namjoon continued to fuck you, enjoying the view of you spraying your orgasm all over each time he pulled out of you and pushed back in. This continued until he finally came himself, filling you up and collapsing on top of you.

You both laid wrapped in each others arms with chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Namjoon stroked your hair, brushing it carefully from your face and placing a careful kiss against your temple.

“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He asked you gently.

“I will in a little. Right now I just need to lay here.” You told him, feeling much too exhausted to even sit up in that moment.

“Thank god because I’m tired too.” He laughed which you couldn’t help but join in as well. “Did you enjoy that?”

“It was.. beyond.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re really good at what you do.”

“So you don’t regret it?” He asked you with a tone of hopefulness.

“Namjoon you just made me cum like, what, five times?”

“Six.” He corrected you.

“Six. So, no. I wouldn’t say I regret anything.” You giggle. “Did you enjoy it, at least?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes I did. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a session that much before.” He admitted to you with a smile on his face.

“Good. Speaking of which. Where are the cameras?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Ah so-“ he said, raising his hand to point just before you at the bookcase that stood in front of his bed. “In between those two books on the middle shelf is one of my cameras. Tiny right? And then-“

You followed his finger over to the window where he kept all his plants and saw, tucked away between lush green, another camera.

“And then one more.” He said, pointing above you both to find a small camera secured to one of the blades of his ceiling fans that almost camouflaged into the color of the wooden blade.

“Wow, you really got all the angles didn’t you?” You told him, giggling.

“Yes. I have my editing cut out for me.” He chuckled. “I just hope me muting you screaming my name doesn’t make the footage too unwatchable or else.. we may have to reshoot.”

“Oh-shit. I’m so sorry.” You felt terrible, and a bit embarrassed. “I got so lost in it.”

“I’m only kidding. I’m just looking for some sort of excuse to sleep with you again.”

“Namjoon-“ you started to tell him, voice serious. “-if you think you can fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more, you’ve lost your mind. I’ll be in any video you want me to be in if you fuck me like that each time.”

Namjoon threw his head back in laugher and pulled you to his chest tightly.

“I definitely think we could make some good money making videos together yes but, I’d also like to fuck you not on camera. If you’re interested, that is.” He told you, his voice soft for words so suggestive. “Maybe we could even grab dinner sometime.”

“I’d love to.” You felt as if your heart could burst.

“Great.” He smiled widely and helped you sit up, your head still spinning a bit. “I’m going to order us some food and I need to edit this footage so I don’t miss my deadline. Do you want to help me?”

“Help you? I’m no help with editing?”

“Maybe not.” He shrugged but a hint of a smirk reached his lips. “But I might need help with my breaks since, you know, I’m going to get all worked up re-watching us fuck again.”

“Now that.. that I can help with.”

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