heart on the window #4 (m) | ksj
title: heart on the window (m) pairing: ksj x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; roommates au / streamer/cam boy au / office worker au, childhood rivals to awkward roommates to lovers? au summary: Taking up Seokjin's challenge to star in his cam show, you go shopping with him to prepare for that night. However, a run in with your ex boyfriend has you questioning your life decisions and revealing your past even more. Though Seokjin knows how to make you feel better, and thus, the blending of boundaries between you too gets even more convoluted. note: i wanted to wait to release this chapter a bit closer to Valentine's Day hehe so here it is! I'm working on Chapter 5 which I'll release sometime late this month or early next month and then I'll put this series on a bit of a break just to let the finale simmer. warnings: mild language, camboy! seokjin mode, protected s*x, blindfolds, Ghostface mask, ASMR sounds, grinding, n*pple play, breast play, f*ngering, multiple org*sm, cowgirl, pet names, kinda falling into a bit of a headspace from the org*sms, calling jin "daddy", big d*ck, d*ggystyle, body worship, voyeurism, dirty talk, implied adult content streaming (camming), pet names, brat! reader, brat tamer! seokjin, aftercare drop date: February 10th, 2024, 6:00pm pst word count: 7.8k crossposted on ao3 here <- chapter 3 | index | chapter 5 -> - -
The knock on your door is sharp but not obnoxiously loud. You groggily lift your head from the pillow, the warmth of your blankets beckoning you to stay put. Still, the persistent rhythm of Jinâs knocking refuses to be ignored.
âY/N, wake up!â Jinâs voice carries through the door, bright and insistent.
You groan, tossing your blankets off and dragging yourself to the door. When you open it, Jin stands there, fully dressed and annoyingly cheery for such an early hour on a Saturday.
âWhat do you want?â you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
âGet dressed,â he says, grinning. âWeâre going somewhere.â
You squint at him, trying to process his words through the haze of sleep. âWhere are we going?â
He leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking far too smug. âWeâre getting you lingerie, maybe some toys and sunglasses.â
His words hit you like a splash of cold water, jolting you awake.
âExcuse me?!â
âLingerie,â he repeats, his grin widening. âYou know, for the cam stuff. And sunglassesâbecause no oneâs seeing your face, right?â
Your mouth opens, then closes as you try to form a response. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you stare at him, wide-eyed. âAnd the toys?â you finally manage to ask, your voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.
Jin shrugs nonchalantly. âOptional. But hey, might as well explore your options, right?â
You groan, already regretting your decision from last night. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd yet, you agreed to this,â he teases, pushing off the doorframe. âIf youâre still down for this, then get ready. Iâll be downstairs waiting.â
As he turns to leave, you shut the door with a huff and lean back against it. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?
Still, thereâs a strange excitement bubbling under your nerves. You pull yourself together, grabbing clothes and getting ready. If youâre doing this, you might as well dive in headfirst.
By the time you head downstairs, Jin is waiting for you, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, he flashes you a grin.
âReady to shop?â he asks, his tone annoyingly cheerful.
âDo I have a choice?â you mutter, earning a laugh from him as you both head out the door.
âYou do, but I doubt your pride would let you not move forward with this.â
And damn it, heâs right.
The drive to wherever Jin is taking you isnât particularly long, but it feels eternal. The radio is turned low, playing a mix of pop and indie songs, none of which Jin seems to fully know. He hums along anyway, confidently belting out half-formed lyrics, occasionally sneaking a glance at you with that same playful smirk youâve grown to hateâand secretly enjoy.
When the car finally pulls into the parking lot of one of the cityâs larger malls, your stomach drops. Jin parks near a side entrance, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the neon sign of Spencerâs.
Oh.
âThis is where weâre going?â you ask, staring at the window display. Lace, satin, and an unholy number of novelty items are all proudly showcased under harsh fluorescent lighting.
âOf course,â Jin says, cutting the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. âGotta start somewhere.â
He thought you'd be more comfortable here than the places he usually goes.
You groan, slouching deeper into your seat. âWhy? Itâs not like itâs gonna stay on for long, right?â
Jin rolls his eyes, opening his door with an exaggerated sigh. âWow, such romantic enthusiasm. Iâm telling you, the right outfit sets the mood and the audience loves it. Trust me, Iâve done my research.â
âOn what? The art of taking it off?â you shoot back, unbuckling your seatbelt.
He grins as if youâd just handed him the best setup of his life. âExactly, and itâs an art worth perfecting.â
You step out of the car reluctantly, trailing behind him as he leads the way into the mall. The early shoppers barely glance at the two of you, but you still feel like a giant spotlight is shining down on you.
When you reach the store, Jin holds the door open like he is leading you into a fine dining establishment. âAfter you, my princess.â
âUgh, donât start with that again,â you mutter, stepping past him.
Inside, the store was exactly what you expectâhalf risquĂŠ and half ridiculous. Racks of lingerie are set up alongside gag gifts and posters of bands you havenât thought about since high school. Jin, however, looks like a kid in a candy store.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â you ask, crossing your arms and watching him scan the store like he is devising a strategy.
He turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief. âThe plan is simple. Find something you likeâor that I likeâand weâll see how it looks on you. Easy.â
Your jaw drops. âYou want me to try stuff on?â
âObviously.â Jin grabs a hanger with a delicate black lace set and holds it up for you to see. âWeâre not just guessing here. This is serious business.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you mutter, but you canât stop the small smile tugging at your lips.
Jin just winks, already moving toward the next rack. âAnd yet, here you are, playing along. Now, do you prefer lace or satin?â
âIâm not trying anything on,â you declare, staring determinedly at the nearest rack. âIâll pick one, and we can go.â Your eyes land on a pale pink lingerie setâdelicate lace bralette with thin straps, paired with matching high-waisted panties edged with tiny satin bows. Itâs soft and feminine, a stark contrast to anything youâd ever imagined yourself buying.
âHow about this?â you ask, holding it up for Jinâs approval.
He steps closer, tilting his head to examine it like itâs a fine piece of art. âHmmâŚâ he muses, rubbing his chin dramatically. âFine. Add these cat ears and tail, and weâre good.â He plucks a fuzzy black headband with cat ears and a ridiculous clip-on tail from the adjacent display rack, holding them out like heâs solved a puzzle.
You blink at him. âIâIâm not even going to ask.â
âShould we get one of these too?â Jin points toward another section, his grin growing mischievous. It takes you a moment to realize what heâs indicating: a realistic penis-like dildo on one shelf and a sleek, purple wand vibrator on another.
âJust pick one, and we can go!â you snap, your cheeks blazing.
Without hesitation, Jin grabs the vibrator, waving it triumphantly. âIâll keep the other one in mind the next time we come by.â
You groan, muttering under your breath about his audacity as you head to the checkout counter. Jin pays without batting an eye, his casual demeanor doing nothing to ease the heat of your embarrassment.
On the way out of the mall, you both stop at a premium matcha stand. Jin orders two servings of soft-serve matcha ice cream, and you find a quiet spot near the fountain to sit and eat. The first bite of creamy, earthy sweetness is enough to calm your nerves slightly. Jin sits beside you with his steady and reassuring presence, though you canât help but feel a flicker of unease lingering beneath the surface.
Jin keeps the conversation light. He teases you about your flustered reactions in the store, his laughter warm and infectious. You talk about food, what youâre craving for dinner, the list goes on. His easygoing nature is a balm to your frayed nerves, and you find yourself smiling despite the lingering unease in your chest. Heâs always been like this, so good at making things feel fine, even when theyâre not. And for a brief moment, you let yourself relax, even laugh. The sound surprises youâitâs been so long since youâve laughed like this, freely and without reservation.
Things, for once, feel normal in your life.Â
Or at least, they almost do. Thereâs a part of you thatâs still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to disrupt this fragile peace. Just like the breakup and the layoff. You try to push the thought away, focusing instead on the way Jinâs eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his voice carries a playful lilt as he recounts a silly story. This is nice, you tell yourself. This is enough.
But itâs only when you finally feel a sense of some normalcy that you end up with a reminder of the past.Â
When your eyes catch something.Â
Something not unusual, but actually, someone familiar.
Him.
Out of all the malls in this damn city filled with millions of people, fate still tortures you by sending you that man to disturb your peace.
The one who cheated on youâthe man youâd given your heart to, only for him to shatter it like it meant nothing.
You remember the day you found out: having just come over to Yunjinâs place for a small get-together. The way your friends hesitated to tell you, but did so anyway. How your stomach twisted as you scrolled through the incriminating messages and photos on his phone. The way your world seemed to tilt on its axis, everything you thought you knew crumbling around you. Itâs a memory youâve tried to bury, but seeing him now makes it all rush back like a tidal wave.
Heâs with his friends you rememberâWooyoung, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong. Theyâre laughing, walking out of a nearby streetwear clothing store, and for a second, you think you might be safe. The fountain is kind of in the way from his perspective.
Maybe he wonât see you, you hope, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you can just disappear into the background, unnoticed.
But as fate loves toying with you, the fountain cascades suddenly stop for a brief second and then his head turns, and his gaze locks onto yours.
Your stomach immediately plummets.
Panic sets in, sharp and suffocating. You quickly look away, pretending to focus on your ice cream, but your hand trembles slightly, the spoon digging into the soft-serve without lifting it. Your mind races with a whirlwind of emotionsâanger, hurt, embarrassmentâthreatening to overwhelm you. Donât look at him. Donât let him see how much this still affects you. But itâs too late. You can feel his eyes on you, and the weight of his gaze is suffocating.
âHey, you okay?â Jinâs voice pulls you back, his tone laced with concern. You glance up to find him watching you carefully, his teasing smile replaced by a furrowed brow. His eyes are searching, trying to piece together whatâs wrong, and for a moment, you consider telling him everything. But the words stick in your throat, and instead, you nod quickly, forcing a smile.
âY-Yeah, Iâm fine,â you manage to say, though your voice wavers. You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself, but itâs no use. Jinâs too perceptive, too attuned to your emotions, and heâs not buying it.
His eyes narrow slightly, following your gaze toward the group of guys, and the ex-boyfriend that follows a bit further behind them. His eyes narrow slightly, following your gaze toward the group of guys, and you can see the moment it clicks for him. His expression hardens, his jaw tightening as he notices how tense youâve become. âWhoâs that?â he asks, his tone lower, more serious.
âNo one,â you lie, but itâs unconvincing even to your own ears.Â
Heâs already connected the dots, and it makes your chest tighten.
âDoesnât look like no one.â Jin leans back in his seat, his casual demeanor masking the sharpness in his gaze.Â
He seems to already connected the dots on who that is.
âWant me to do something about it?â
Huh?Â
You glance at him, startled. âWhat? No!â
Is he insinuating heâll go confront them? Fight them? Absolutely not.
The worst thing that could happen is causing a scene.
He shrugs, taking another bite of his ice cream. âJust saying. I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.â
Wait, is he implying he wants to pretend to be your fake new boyfriend in front of your ex? The idea is so absurd, so Jin, that despite everything, a small, bitter laugh escapes you.
âWhat!â you exclaim, shaking your head. âYouâre seriously unbelievable, Seokjin.â
âYeah, but youâre stuck sitting here with me right now. Heâll believe it if he sees youâve moved on,â he says lightly, but the look in his eyes tells you heâs serious about one thingâheâs not about to let anyone ruin your day.
And he somehow already seemed to catch on that itâs your ex, which fuels his eagerness to help you even more.
"Letâs just go home," you mutter, your voice tight as you stand, grabbing Jinâs hand before he can say another word. Without waiting for a response, you tug him along, weaving through the bustling mall.
Jin doesnât protest. His long strides easily match your pace, though you can feel the curious weight of his gaze on you as you march ahead. The warmth of his hand in yours feels grounding, even as your heart races from the encounter youâre desperately trying to shake off.
Once outside, the cool air hits your face, but it does little to quell the heat in your chest. You loosen your grip slightly but donât let go entirely until you enter the car.
Jin finally breaks the silence as you both slide into your seats. âSoâŚcare to tell me what that was about?â His tone is light but probing, a stark contrast to the tension swirling around you.
You fiddle with your seatbelt, avoiding his eyes. âItâs really nothing to care about. I just didnât feel like being there anymore.â
Jin obviously doesnât buy it, and you know it. Heâs stuck wondering what the hell was all that inside the mall.
He leans back in his seat, studying you with an expression thatâs a mix of patience and persistence. âYou know, for someone who doesnât care, you sure dragged me out of there like the mall was on fire.â
âItâs complicated, okay?â
He raises a brow, clearly waiting for you to elaborate further.
You finally glance at him, your voice softer now. âThat guy, the one I was looking atâŚheâs my ex. The one who cheated on me.â
Jinâs expression darkens immediately. His jaw tightens, and his easy going demeanor vanishes in an instant. âI figured, but thatâs the asshole?â
You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. âYeah.â
For a moment, Jin doesnât say anything, but the way his hands grip the edge of his seat tells you heâs trying to keep himself in check. âYou shouldâve really said something earlier,â he mutters, his voice low. âI wouldâveââ
âWouldâve what?â you cut him off, forcing a small smile. âMade a scene in the middle of the mall?â
âIf it meant putting him in his place, yeah,â Jin says firmly. âI hate people who cheat on their significant others. No one gets to hurt you like that and walk around like nothing happened.â
His words catch you off guard, and for a second, you just stare at him. The fire in his eyes, the way his fists are clenched like heâs ready to fightâit's so uncharacteristic of him, but itâs also oddly comforting.
You let out a shaky laugh, leaning your head back against the headrest. âYouâre really something, Jin. I am not going to send you out to battle him. I donât even think you have it in you to actually throw hands.â
âHey! I actually do. Plus weâre friends, so Iâd fight for you whether or not I was an experienced black belt!â he retorts, his usual teasing tone creeping back in.
The tension in the car eases slightly, and Jin starts the engine. As Jin pulls out of the parking lot, he glances at you again.
âFor what itâs worth, he doesnât deserve a second of your thoughts.â
You nod, biting your lip. Deep down, you know heâs right. But that doesnât make it any easier to let go of the pastâor the way your heart still aches when you see that man.
âThanks, Jin,â you say quietly, and for once, he doesnât reply with a joke. Instead, he just reaches over and squeezes your hand, his silent support speaking louder than words. âLetâs just forget this shit even happened.â
In the late evening, you stand in front of your bedroom mirror, adjusting the pink lingerie you picked out earlier. The delicate lace clings to your curves, and the satin ribbon at the bust feels both alluring and slightly foreign against your skin. You tug at the hem, trying to feel less exposed, but thereâs no denying you look good.
The memory of seeing your ex at the mall lingers, an unwelcome weight in the back of your mind. But you shake your head, willing yourself to push it aside. This is about moving on, you remind yourself. Tonight is an opportunity to let go of that baggageâto embrace something different, something new.
Just as youâre finishing, Jin knocks on your door.
âYou ready?â His voice carries through, casual and tinged with amusement.
Opening the door slightly, you peek out, feeling a bit self-conscious. âYeah, but I just realized I forgot to buy sunglasses...â
He grins, leaning casually against the doorframe. âNo worries. Iâve got a solution.â
You raise a brow, suspicious. âWhat kind of solution?â
Jin steps back, revealing a folded black blindfold in his hand. âYouâll wear this,â he explains with a mischievous smirk, holding it up like heâs offering a priceless artifact.
You blink. âAnd what about you?â
He reaches behind his back, pulling out a white Ghostface mask with exaggerated, hollowed-out eyes. âThis bad boy right here.â
The sight of it makes you laugh despite yourself. âAre you serious?â
âAs serious as a heart attack,â he says, slipping the mask over his head to demonstrate. His voice comes out slightly muffled, but the effect is as ridiculous as youâd expect. âSee? Anonymity secured.â
You cover your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. âOkay, okay, fine. Letâs do this.â
âGood. Now put this on,â Jin says, handing you the blindfold.
You take it, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement bubble in your chest. âYou know, this is probably the weirdest thing Iâve ever agreed to.â
Jin tilts his head, the mask amplifying the humor in his movements. âAnd yet here you are, willingly about to do it with a guy wearing a Ghostface mask. Makes you wonder, huh?â
Rolling your eyes, you tie the blindfold securely around your head, the world plunging into darkness. âJust donât let me trip and fall on the way to your room, okay?â
âAlright, Princess,â Jin says, his tone teasing but soft. âIâve got you.â
The stream begins, the faint hum of Jinâs microphone blending with the soft, ambient music he always uses to set the mood. The chat is already alive, comments flooding the screen with excitement and curiosity about the unexpected collaboration. Jin adjusts the camera slightly, making sure the angle is just right, then sits back on the plush chair.
âAlright, everyone,â his voice is smooth and playful, the confident persona of BigTunaMan in full swing. âTonightâs stream is... a little different.â
The chat erupts in a frenzy: âCollab?!ââWhoâs the guest?!ââOMG, BigTuna never does collabs!â
Jin chuckles, leaning forward to read some of the comments. âYeah, yeah, I know. I donât usually do this, but letâs call it an experiment. Be nice, alright? Iâd like to introduce you all to Princess Peachâwell, just Princess for short.â
You fidget nervously, sitting just out of frame, your blindfold securely in place. Hearing his voice take on that teasing tone meant for his audience is surreal. The anonymity offered by the blindfold feels like a small comfort, but youâre acutely aware of the way the lace lingerie hugs your body. âSay hi, Princess,â Jin says, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
You manage a small wave in the general direction of the camera. âH-Hi...â
The chat explodes: âOMG sheâs shy!ââPrincess Peach for real!ââIs she wearing pink?!â
âSheâs still warming up to this whole thing,â Jin says, his tone affectionate, like heâs easing a shy partner into a dance. âSo be patient with her.â
He taps your hand lightly, signaling for you to move. âNow, Princess, come here,â he says, patting his lap. âYouâre gonna sit right here, facing the camera.â
You hesitate for a moment, your breath catching. But then you remember why youâre doing thisâto move on, to try something bold and different, to make some money out of this.
And also, because this is a challenge started by Seokjin.Â
You canât lose.
You carefully maneuver onto his lap with his help. Your body tenses as you adjust yourself, facing the camera as he instructed.
âThatâs it,â Jin murmurs, his hands lightly settling on your hips to steady you. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt through you, but you stay composed. âComfortable?â
âY-Yeah,â you whisper, though your heart feels like itâs going to beat out of your chest.
He leans closer, his masked face just beside your ear, and the audience catches the subtle intimacy of the moment. âRelax,â he says softly, but with a playful edge meant for his viewers. âYouâre doing great, Princess.â
The chat goes wild: âThis is SO hot.ââSheâs adorable omg.ââBigTuna spoiling us fr.â
Jin tilts his head slightly, addressing the camera with his usual charisma. âAlright, everyone, letâs get started.â His hands stay on your hips, his touch firm but not overbearing. He pauses to let the tension build, letting the audience bask in the new dynamic unfolding before them.
His hands begin to move tentatively, his palms brushing against the thin lace covering your chest. His touch is measured, deliberate, as if testing both your comfort and his own. You can feel the hesitation in his movements, though thereâs a hint of determination beneath it. Your breath catches as his fingers trace along the edge of the fabric, the warmth of his hands seeping into your skin. You shift slightly in his lap, feeling vulnerable in the moment by the fact that youâre in front of a camera.Â
Though you canât see the audience through the blindfold.
A split second makes you question what are you even doing as this all feels so jarring.Â
Maybe itâs the nerves and exhilaration talking since youâve never done anything like this before.Â
The faint hum of the stream setup, the occasional sound of Jin chuckling at comments while touching you all overâit all feels surreal.Â
Yet, thereâs a strange thrill in feeling the pleasure and knowing youâre putting on a show, even if your face is hidden.
âYouâre doing great,â Jin murmurs, his voice low and velvety, just loud enough for the microphone to pick up. His hands grow bolder, cupping your breasts fully now, his thumbs brushing over the peaks through the fabric.
A soft sound escapes your lips before you can stop it, and your cheeks burn beneath the blindfold. You try to stifle the noise, but Jinâs hands donât falter. If anything, he seems encouraged.
âPrincess,â he says softly, a teasing edge to his tone. âIâm reading the chat, and I think the audience likes you already.â
The chat explodes with responses: âAhhh sheâs perfect omg.ââHer sounds are so hot....ââI want them bothââBigTuna really hit the jackpot!â
You swallow hard, your mind racing.Â
Theyâre watching. Theyâre really watching.Â
The thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a wave of heat through your body. You try to focus on Jinâs hands, on the way he touches you. Itâs oddly... comforting, like heâs touching something delicate with so much care.
âRelax,â Jin whispers, leaning closer so his breath brushes your ear. âYouâre doing better than I thought you would.â
âBetter than you thought?â you mumble, your voice shaking with a mix of nervousness and teasing defiance.
Jin chuckles, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate movements. âYeah, youâre playing the role perfectly. Such a good princess.â
The praise sends another jolt through you, and you canât help but arch slightly into his touch, the tension in your body loosening bit by bit.
Maybe you can do this.
Oh?
You surprise yourself with the realization.Â
Maybe this isnât as terrifying as you thought.
Your sounds become less restrained, the initial shyness giving way to something more natural. You can feel Jin relaxing too, his hands moving with more confidence now, as though heâs settling into a rhythm.
âSee?â Jin says softly, his lips close to your ear. âYouâre feeling more comfortable now, arenât you.â
The words make your heart race, but they also spark something else: a sense of pride. You tilt your head slightly, letting out a breathy laugh. âYouâre embarrassing me,â
âReally, now?â
Jinâs hands glide down your sides, his touch firm yet gentle as he finds their place on your hips. You feel his grip tighten slightly, steadying you as he guides your legs apart. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, amplifying the sensation and making you hyper-aware of every single movement.
âA-Ah!â
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, meant more for you than the stream. The chat goes wild, flooding the screen with reactions.
Jin shifts his position slightly, leaning in closer, and his hand drifts between your thighs. His fingertips brush lightly over the delicate fabric of your lace panties, and the teasing touch alone sends a shiver up your spine. Then, he presses against your clit through the fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
Your body reacts instinctively, a mix of retreating from the sudden surge of pleasure and seeking it out again. Your hips jerk slightly, causing you to grind against his hand and inadvertently press back against him. The dual sensations overwhelm you, pulling a soft whimper from your lips.
âItâs okay,â Jin whispers, his voice soothing yet commanding. âJust let me take care of you.â
He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, sliding the lace to the side and exposing your slick heat to him and the virtual audience watching you two. For a moment, he hesitates, his hand hovering as if savoring the anticipation. Then, with agonizing slowness, he slides two fingers into your warmth.
âO-Oh.. fuckâŚâ
The stretch is perfect, his fingers curling slightly to find that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your head falls back against his shoulder as your breath catches, a low moan escaping your lips.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he mutters, just loud enough for the mic to pick up.Â
The chat explodes again: âOMG, BigTuna has skills.ââI want to be the Princess plsââFuck, this is getting to me!!â
His fingers move expertly, curling and scissoring as he works you open, his thumb pressing against your clit in tandem with his movements. The combination is overwhelming, the pleasure building in waves that make it impossible to think straight.
Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as your body chases the release it so desperately needs. Jin leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
âYouâre so perfect like this,â he breathes. âSo responsive... I could do this to you all night.â
Your hands grip his thighs for support, your nails digging into him as you try to ground yourself. The sounds of your moans, the wet noises of his fingers moving inside you, and Jinâs whispered praises fill the room, creating a symphony of raw intimacy.
The blindfold amplifies every sensation, the lack of sight sharpening the sensitivity of your other senses. Jinâs fingers, already skilled, now feel like theyâre working magic, their unique shape brushing and curling against spots inside you that send electric currents coursing through your entire body. The added vulnerability, the warmth of his chest against your back, and his deliberate, practiced movements have you teetering on the edge of control.
You feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling in his grasp. Jinâs voice cuts through the haze, low and commanding. âThatâs it, Princess. Let go for me. Let them see how good you are.â When Jin's low, commanding voice cuts through the fog, telling you to let go, it feels like a trigger being pulled. Your body reacts instinctively, trembling as waves of ecstasy wash over you.Â
âAah!â
You come undone, the climax hitting so hard and fast that it leaves you breathless. A gush escapes, but thankfully it doesn't spray, leaving just a warm mess against Jinâs hand and thighs.
âHoly shit,â Jin murmurs, his tone laced with awe and something darker. Though you canât see his face, his voice alone tells you everythingâthe surprise, the admiration, the growing hunger as he processes what just happened. His fingers slowly withdraw, leaving you quivering, and now, feeling like jelly against his body.
âCan you move?â he asks softly, though thereâs an urgency in his voice.
You can only manage a shaky breath, your legs trembling too much to respond coherently. Jin takes control, his hands firm yet gentle as he carefully lifts you. Your knees barely hold steady as he positions you so that youâre standing, hovering over him now.
âStay still for me,â he instructs, his tone both soft and commanding. You feel the heat of his hands sliding to your waist, grounding you even as your body feels unsteady from the aftershocks.
From beneath you, you hear the rustle of fabric as Jin pushes his sweatpants down. The sound of his waistband snapping free is accompanied by the subtle shuffle of movement. Then, you hear him exhale sharply as he frees himself, his arousal now fully evident.
You canât see it, but the moment he positions himself beneath you, the anticipation skyrockets. The blindfold robs you of sight but heightens the sound of every shift, every breath, and every movement, leaving you entirely attuned to him.
Jin grabs the condom from the table, his movements methodical as he tears the wrapper and rolls it on with practiced ease. The slight sound of latex stretching sends a shiver through you, anticipation building with every second.
âIâm going to enter you gently,â he says, his voice low and steady, though you can hear a thread of tension beneath it. âAnd Iâll help you bounce once youâre ready. Just listen to me, okay?â
His words alone send a pulse of excitement through you, your walls clenching in response. You nod, your voice caught somewhere in your throat as your breathing quickens.
With one hand bracing your hip and the other holding himself at your entrance, Jin begins to guide you down slowly. The stretch is immediate, and you gasp as the thick head of his cock presses inside, sending a mix of pleasure and pain rippling through you.
âA-ah, daddy,â you whimper, gripping his shoulders for support.
Wait, daddy?! Where did this come from?! Why is your brain saying this!
Despite the second of internal panic, however, Jin likes this. Itâs riling him up.
âShh, Iâve got you,â he murmurs, pausing to let you adjust before easing in deeper. Inch by inch, he fills you, his size forcing you to take your time. The sensation is overwhelming, your walls fluttering and gripping him tightly as he pushes further.
âYouâre taking me so well,â Jin says, his voice filled with awe. He groans softly, his fingers gripping your waist tighter. âDamn, youâre so tight. I bet everyone watching wishes they were you right now.â
His words send a jolt through you, and your cheeks burn with both embarrassment and arousal. Somewhere in the haze of sensation, you hear Jin addressing his audience.
âDonât be shy,â he says, his tone teasing. âMy loves watching, have some fun while you watch us. You know you want to.â
Before you can process his words, Jin begins to move, rocking his hips gently upward as he helps you settle onto him fully. The stretch burns for a moment, but the heat of his cock filling you so completely makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
âH-Hah⌠oh my god,â you moan, your hands clutching at his shoulders.
âThatâs it, let me hear you,â Jin whispers, his hands guiding your hips to rise and fall slowly.
âMmn⌠Daddy, youâre soâahâbig. Itâs too much,â you cry out, your voice breaking into soft whimpers as he starts thrusting deeper.
He starts slow, his hips rolling upward with a deliberate rhythm, but the drag of his cock along your walls sends shockwaves through you. Each thrust feels like itâs reaching a spot inside you that you didnât know existed.
Spots that were never touched by Mingi.
âF-Fuck, daddy! Oh, oh godâahh!â you gasp, your nails digging into his skin.
âYou feel so good,â he groans, his pace quickening slightly. âSo warm and tight. Perfect.â
The way his hands guide your hips while his cock stretches and fills you is almost too much. Your body moves instinctively, grinding down against him as his thrusts grow more powerful, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
âAh! Daddyâpleaseâohh!â you cry, your voice trembling as he hits deeper with each thrust.
âThatâs it,â he growls, his voice dark with arousal. âKeep making those sounds for me. Let them all know how good Iâm making you feel.â
His hips snap up harder, the force of each thrust making your body jolt against him. The wet sounds of your connection fill the room, and your moans grow louder, more desperate, as he drives you closer to the edge.
Jinâs thrusts grow increasingly intense, your chest bouncing with each movement. The sensation is overwhelming, but it heightens when his hands leave your hips and slide upward. His fingers hook under the fabric of your bra, tugging it down to expose your chest fully.
A sharp intake of breath escapes you as his warm hands cup your breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your already overwhelmed body.
âLook at you,â Jin murmurs, his voice thick with desire. âYouâre perfect.â
His pace doesnât falter as he fondles your chest, rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into you and his hands on your chest drives you closer to the edge.
âAhhâdaddy! IâI canât⌠Iâmâ!â you cry out, your head tilting back as the coil inside you snaps.
Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, your walls clenching tightly around him as your cries fill the room. Jin groans loudly, feeling your release ripple through you, his movements stuttering momentarily to let you ride out the intense pleasure.
âFuck, thatâs it,â he growls, his voice low and rough. âYouâre incredible.â
You collapse slightly against him, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jin doesnât move for a moment, letting you recover. Then, with a satisfied grin, he gently pulls out and moves the camera, angling it toward his bed.
âLetâs change things up,â he says softly, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.
He carries you to the bed, placing you down with care before his tone shifts, commanding and firm.
âGet on all fours,â he instructs.
Your heart pounds as you comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees with your face turned toward the camera. The vulnerability sends a thrill through you, but thereâs little time to dwell on it.
Jin climbs onto the bed behind you, his presence dominating. Without warning, he slides himself back into your slick heat, making you gasp loudly.
âA-ah! Fuck me!â you cry out, the sudden intrusion catching you off guard.
His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, deeper this time. One hand slides up your back, pressing down on the middle of your spine and forcing you to arch further. Your face is pressed into the mattress, your muffled moans filling the air.
âYou didnât expect this, did you?â Jin says, his tone dripping with smugness. âDidnât think I could be rough?â
The pace he sets is relentless, each thrust harder and faster than the last. The angle leaves you utterly exposed and vulnerable, but the overwhelming pleasure overrides any hesitations.
âF-Fuck! Daddyâahh! S-So deepâ!â you manage to choke out, your voice muffled against the sheets.
âYou look so good like this,â he groans, his hand coming down to slap your ass lightly before gripping it firmly. âI donât think Iâll be able to stop.â
The intensity builds with each thrust, your body melting under his control, completely at his mercy.
Your thoughts are a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations and emotions, a chaotic mix of pleasure, disbelief, and curiosity. Every thrust Jin delivers sends shockwaves through your body, the rhythm pulling you deeper into a state of raw, unfiltered lust. You can feel every inch of him filling you, stretching you, hitting spots that make your mind blur and your body tremble.
Your blindfold is a frustrating barrier, heightening every sensation yet leaving you longing to see whatâs happening around you. How hot must this look, you wonder, your body arched perfectly, Jinâs strong hands guiding you like he owns every part of you. You ache to see his face, the concentration and lust in his expression as he moves behind you.
The thought only makes the knot in your stomach tighten, and you moan loudly, muffled against the mattress. You feel yourself unraveling, completely lost in the moment, and youâre not sure whether youâll ever fully come back from this.
Jinâs steady rhythm falters slightly, and you hear the faint click of his mouse, followed by the low rumble of his voice. âLetâs see what theyâre sayingâŚâ
He doesnât stop moving as he leans slightly, keeping his pace just firm enough to keep you gasping and writhing under him. âOh,â he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, louder, with a tinge of embarrassment, he reads, ââChoke her <3.ââ
The words send a jolt through your entire body, and you involuntarily tighten around him.
âFuck,â Jin groans, his hand squeezing your hip. âDid that turn you on?â
You bite your lip, feeling a flush spread across your face, but you donât deny it. Jin chuckles, low and dark, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
âPrincess,â he says, his tone dripping with authority, âare you open to their suggestion?â
You nod instinctively, but his grip on your hip tightens. âWords, Princess.â
âYes,â you gasp out, your voice shaky but desperate. âYes, you can.â
The next moment, his hand leaves your hip and slides upward, grazing the curve of your back before settling gently around your throat. His fingers press lightly, testing your reaction, and when you whimper in approval, he tightens his grip just enough to make your head spin.
âThatâs my good girl,â Jin murmurs, his thrusts resuming their relentless pace. âYou like this, donât you? You like doing what I say, being my perfect little plaything.â
You canât even form words anymore, reduced to broken cries and breathless gasps as he drives you further into madness. The combination of his hand around your throat and his thick cock pounding into you sends your senses into overdrive, the blindfold making everything feel even more intense.
Youâre completely undone, your body and mind lost to him, and the realization of how far youâve fallen only makes the experience hotter.
âFuck!â
Your entire body trembles as the overwhelming release takes hold of you, leaving you gasping and utterly spent. The wet sound of your release hitting the sheets makes Jin pause for a moment, his thrusts moving out of rhythm as he processes what just happened. His hands remain on your hips, steadying you, but you can feel the tension in his body as he takes it all in.
âHoly shit,â Jin murmurs, his voice low and almost awed. His eyes widen slightly as he glances down at the evidence of your pleasure soaking into his sheets. Itâs this sight that get him to reach orgasm, coming inside you, or rather the condom that wraps around his cock.
He releases your throat gently and slides out of you, leaving you gasping for air as your body collapses fully onto the bed. Your muscles feel like jelly, your limbs heavy as if they donât belong to you anymore. How long has this been going on? An hour? Longer?Â
How long do these streams even last?
Youâve never been pushed this far before during sex. Itâs intoxicating and terrifying at the same time.
The blindfold robs you of all sense of time, and the relentless pace of Jinâs movements has left your mind foggy.Â
The thought flickers briefly before being lost in the haze of exhaustion.
âWell, well,â he says, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker, âI didnât know you had this in you, Princess.â
Jin chuckles softly, his fingers trailing lightly down your back as he speaks. âTired already, Princess?â
You manage to turn your head slightly, your face flushed as you retort, âNot tired, just... letting you catch up.â
He laughs, a low, teasing sound that makes your skin prickle. âBeing such a brat wonât get you anywhere, you know.â
You feel the bed shift as he leans over you, his voice dropping to a silky whisper. âOr maybe you like being put in your place. Is that it? You want me to remind you whoâs in charge here?â
You shiver at his words, the teasing edge in his tone sending another jolt through your exhausted body. Jin pauses, and you hear the faint hum of the monitor catching his attention.
âTheyâre loving you,â he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. âLook at this.â
You canât see the comments, but you can hear the pride in his voice, the way heâs reveling in the reactions pouring in. Itâs a strange feeling, knowing so many people are watching you like this, but instead of embarrassment, it fills you with a strange thrill.
Why must you be so competitive..
Because really.. what did you just yourself into?
Feeling the ecstasy and adrenaline rush from this, youâve come to understand why Jin does this on the side and the desire to keep doing it.
A perfect way to escape.
After about 3 hours of fucking and some 15-20 minute breaks, Jin lets out a deep sigh, his body still pressed against yours as he comes down from his own high. The sounds of the stream linger in the backgroundâsoft chimes of tips rolling in, the occasional comment filtering through the speakersâbut all of it fades into a dull hum as the reality of exhaustion settles over you.
After a moment, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow as he glances at the monitor. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in the flood of comments still rolling in. âYou all enjoyed that, didnât you?â His voice is thick with satisfaction, a trace of smug amusement lingering as he reads a few messages aloud.
He exhales sharply, then runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair before reaching for the keyboard. âWell, thatâs it for tonight, lovelies,â he purrs, his tone slipping back into that smooth, controlled confidence he carries so well on camera. âMake sure to show your appreciation, and maybeâjust maybeâIâll give you another show soon.â His fingers tap a few final commands, shutting off the chat before he leans back, stretching his sore muscles.
With a final smirk toward the now-dark screen, he powers down the stream and turns his attention back to you.
Slowly, Jin pulls off the condom and ties it off before tossing it into the trash. His touch is uncharacteristically gentle as he shifts your limp body onto your back, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. âYou with me, Princess?â His voice is softer now, lacking the teasing edge from earlier.
You hum in response, barely able to lift your heavy eyelids. Your body is completely spent, limbs sprawled across his luxurious sheets, your skin sticky with sweat and the remnants of your shared pleasure.
Jin chuckles, but thereâs warmth in it now, not mockery. âDamn, I really wore you out, huh?â His fingers trace absent patterns along your arm, grounding you as you try to steady your breathing.
Without another word, he moves off the bed, and you hear the sound of a faucet running. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth, the bed dipping as he kneels beside you. âLet me take care of you,â he murmurs, voice softer than youâve ever heard it.
You flinch slightly as the warm cloth makes contact with your overly sensitive skin, but Jin is patient, taking his time to clean between your thighs with slow, careful strokes. The tenderness in his actions is unexpected but not unwelcome, it soothes something raw inside you, something you didnât realize needed tending to.
Once heâs done, he tosses the cloth into the hamper and grabs a nearby hoodie, slipping it over your head before helping you slide your arms through the sleeves. The fabric smells like himâclean, warm, safe.
Jin lies down beside you, pulling you against his chest as he reaches for his phone. With one final glance at the chat, he ends the stream, letting the screen go dark. The quiet that follows feels heavy but comforting, a stark contrast to the past three hours of intensity.
âYou did good,â he murmurs, fingers stroking lazily through your hair. âMore than good.â
You let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling into his chest. âYeah?â
âYeah.â His fingers continue their slow movements, absentminded but soothing. Thereâs a brief pause before he speaks again, his voice quieter this time. âDid you like it? Doing this?â
Your body is still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, exhaustion weighing down your limbs, but thereâs no hesitation in your answer. âMm, I loved it. Felt so good.â You stretch slightly against him, a lazy, satisfied smile on your lips before your curiosity gets the best of you. âHow much money did we make?â
Jin chuckles, the vibration of his laughter rumbling against your back. âAlways thinking ahead, huh?â He reaches for his phone, checking the final numbers before letting out a low whistle. âMore than I expected. You really put on a show.â
His words send a thrill through you, though your exhaustion keeps you from reacting much beyond a smug little hum.
Jin shifts slightly, pulling the blanket up over you both. âGet some rest. Iâll order us breakfast when you wake up.â
The last thing you register before sleep claims you is the steady rhythm of Jinâs breathing and the unfamiliar but oddly comforting feeling of being held.
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a/n: hehe oops, it's been taking me some time to upload because once again, i have start a new temp job. i hope you guys are liking this story so far and HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE'S DAY HEHE â¤ď¸ ! we have 2 more chapters to go! the next chapter will be a bit smutty, but remember!! there is PLOT!!! and some angst involved but hey! we will get a good ending!! somehow... maybe... Aside from the next chapter, I will take a break from this series to 1) let it make it's rounds and find more audience interested (because engagement and interaction feels nice to read back as a writer!) 2) focus on another fic series because after all the crazy shit i added to chapter 5, i need my interest to recharge for the final chapter and plus i want to get other series moving and planned. i hope you all stick with me until the very end (which will be sometime later this year hehe). thank you all!
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