#v fic

For a few moments, you just sit there in wait for it return, assuming it’s just another power fluctuation. They’re pretty common in your building; the wiring is old and the landlord too cheap to fix it. So, you’re used to it at this point.

But when the power doesn’t come on after a couple of minutes like usual, you realise it’s not another case of faulty wiring and kick your blanket off with an annoyed groan.

“If he cut my power again, I’m taking his ass to court,” you grumble to yourself as you locate your phone amongst the bedding to turn on the torch before getting up to pad through your apartment to the front door.

It wouldn’t be the first time that your landlord has cut the power to your apartment. The last time was because you had a party— which you had alerted everyone in the building too and even invited some to join— and it went on ten minutes after your estimated end time.

Your landlord is a petty asshole, to say the least.

As soon as you open your front door, your eyebrows rise in surprise. The hallway is also pitch black, it’s not just your apartment. You scan your light around and accidentally flash it into the eyes of your neighbour where he’s standing just a few metres down the hall.

“Ah! Y/N!” he screeches, lifting his hands to protect them from the beam that’s more than just a little bright in such darkness.

“Shit, sorry, Kook,” you apologise as you quickly lower your phone, yet angle the light so that you can see one another. “Your power out too?”

Jungkook nods, still rubbing his eyes before tentatively lowering his hands and blinking his eyes open in a rapid flutter. “Yeah. I thought he was being a dick again, but the never turns the hall light off.” You both sigh heavily, knowing that for once, this is genuinely out of your cheap-ass landlord’s hands.

“Guess it’s a blackout,” you summarise and about face to return to your apartment.

Jungkook pads across the dark hallway to follow you without invitation, not that he really needs one. The two of you have lived in this building for long enough as neighbours that you’re close friends at this point; aided by being close in age, as opposed to everyone else on the floor being much older, so the two of you have stuck together.

Once you reach the living room window, you pull up the blind and are met with the sight of the whole neighbourhood being dark.

“Well, there goes my date tonight,” Jungkook grumbles from just behind you, before turning and flopping onto the couch in a comfortable slouch.

“Doesn’t she live across town? The lights are probably on there.”

“Yeah, but… there goes my date tonight,” he repeats and you roll your eyes.

Jungkook is always acting like he’s annoyed when one his dates with his newest plaything goes wrong, but really, he loves it. He never wants to go on the dates; she just arranges them and tells him to be somewhere. She never actually even asked his permission to date in the first place, but Jungkook doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s not interested in her like that anymore. Not since their first date where he realised that she isn’t the woman he thought— based on their interactions at their shared workplace. Which is another reason he hasn’t had the nerve to break things off, he’s worried about things being awkward at work considering they’re usually on the same shifts.

“Looks like you get the pleasure of my company tonight!” he declares. Even though you’re still looking out of the window with your back to him, you just know he’s grinning that cheeky smile of his.

“Sorry, Kook, but if the power is out in the neighbourhood that means the shelter is in the dark,” you point out and he makes a little noise of understanding.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs, sounding downtrodden; you can hear the pout in his voice. Then he makes the same noise he does when he comes up with an idea, and his tone brightens drastically. “I can come along!”

“You know I can’t just bring people along like that. It’s a high-end shelter, Kook; they want all of their staff checked.” Even though you can understand a certain level of background checks, the amount required for the dog shelter you work at is utterly ridiculous, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the mere thought.

“Can’t you like, vouch for me?”

“If you want to play with dogs, go visit Yoongi.”

“He never lets me near his precious baby,” he grouses with a scoff. “Or anyone. He’s so protective of that dog! And anyway, you got Tae a job, why not me?” he whines as he gets up to follow you to your room when you walk towards it without a word. Though he’s forced to a stop when you shut the door so that you can get changed out of your pjs and into casual clothes.

You’re glad that although Jungkook invites himself over without warning and lets himself in— sometimes you really regret giving him a spare key— he never crosses the boundary of entering your bedroom or bathroom if the door is closed.

“Why can’t you just ask him out like a normal person?” he continues— still whining— from the other side of the door, making you roll your eyes. “Why did you have to give him the job you know I’ve wanted for ages?!”

“I didn’t give him the job for that reason, Jungkook,” you inform, as if you haven’t told him that many times since you got Taehyung the job working with you. As if you both don’t know you’re lying right out your ass.

“Yeah, right!” he snorts. “You wanted more time with him alone; you want to get in his pants!” he sings teasingly. He giggles at the unimpressed expression you land on him as you open your bedroom door, now fully dressed to leave.

“Yeah, being surrounded by dogs all the time is definitely how I seduce people,” you retort sarcastically, making him giggle. You nudge him aside and walk to the front door, where you slip on your shoes and jacket, and pluck your keys from the hook on the wall.

“Well, one of you better make a fucking move soon, because I’m sick of the tension,” he announces as he opens the front door to exit your apartment. You follow him out and lock up your home.

“Just go masturbate, or whatever it is you do when the power cuts,” you sigh, waving a hand dismissively at him.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he replies with a giggle then turns and basically skips down to his own apartment, where the front door is still wide open. Sometimes, you really think Jungkook has no fear, or he’s way too trusting of people. Probably a mix of both, actually. “Have fun with Taehyung!”

“Have fun with your hand!” You hear him giggle one last time before his door closes. You quickly zip up your jacket and rush down the stairs to get to your place of work as quickly as possible.

When you arrive at the shelter, you’re surprised to find Taehyung standing outside of the main doors. His arms are crossed over his chest and gripping his biceps as he bounces in place a little, clearly cold even in his jacket and beanie.

“Oh, Taehyung,” you greet as you approach, flicking through your keys to find the one for the doors. He smiles at you as he shuffles from foot to foot. “What’re you doing out here? You must be freezing.”

“J–Jen hasn’t cu–cut me a key yet–t,” he explains with a cold-induced stutter, teeth almost chattering.

“I’ll do one tomorrow; she’ll never get around to it, memory of a sieve that one,” you muse as you unlock the door, then quickly usher him inside. You make sure to securely lock the doors behind you both before quickly walking through to the back room where all of the kennels are. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when you see the lights on like normal, and the room is at the perfect temperature, despite the reception lobby being dark and cold. “The back-up generator kicked in,” you announce with a little smile before turning to look at Taehyung. He’s still hugging himself for warmth and your lips drop at the sight.

Now that you’re inside and under lighting, you can see that his nose is bright red and his lips have started to take on a worrying blue hue.

“How long were you out there?” you ask with a little concerned exhale while you approach him, taking your jacket off as you go. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I di–did,” he answers as you wrap your jacket around him. He gives you a grateful little smile, even if his lips tremble from the cold still.

Confused, you pat the pockets of your jacket, then your jeans, and find them all empty, making you groan. “I’m such an idiot; I must’ve left my phone at home in my rush.”

“I guessed as mu–much,” he chuckles. “S-so I called Koo–Kookie. It took him a while t–to answer, but he said you were on your way, so I j–just stayed here.”

“Idiot.” You start to rub his upper arms over the material of both of your jackets in an attempt to help him warm up. “You can go home once you’ve warmed up. The generator should fine for tonight, and hopefully, the power will be fixed by morning. I’ll be fine watching over them tonight.”

“There’s almost thir–thirty dogs here, Y/N,” he reminds. “I’m not-not letting you look after them alone. Be–besides, it wouldn’t feel right leaving you here like that, this building is–isn’t safe. Someone could g–get in and hurt you.” He frowns at the thought, and you smile at him, fond and also a little amused, making you laugh softly. “I’m se–serious! It’s not a laughing matter, Y/N! They could do b–bad things to you!”

“I just think it’s cute you’re worried that that. The thought never crossed my mind,” you admit, earning an incredulous look from the man, which quickly turns determined.

“S-see, that proves it! You need me.”

“I need you?” He nods firmly and you smile again. “Okay, Tae, you can stay tonight if you really want.” His cheeks stretch as his unique, boxy smile spreads his lips. You find yourself smiling that little bit wider, unable to stop yourself when faced with his smile. “Let’s go to the playroom; it’s always warmest.” He nods in agreement and reaches out to take your hand to toddle after you— like he’s prone to do—, though the contact with his cold skin makes you yelp. “Jeez, Tae! I think we’re going to have to brainstorm how to warm you up; you’re like ice.”

“You could always cuddle me?” he suggests cheekily as you lead him into the large room and flick the light on; eyes naturally flicking over the walls lined with various dog toys and accessories.

Your cheeks tinge at the innocent suggestion, but you don’t respond, not sure if he’s being serious or not and not wanting to make a fool of yourself for jumping on the idea to cuddle with the man— who owns your entire heart and ass at this point. Even if you’d love to cuddle with him in the way that you’ve seen him do with some of your mutual friends, though preferably without the pinching and playful slapping some of the guys tend to break into after a while.

Taehyung’s smile falls into a frown at your lack of response before he suddenly paints on a new smile that you know isn’t real. “I’ll play!” he declares, changing the subject quickly before things can grow tenser between you. He pulls his hand from yours and darts over to the wall of toys to grab one at random.

As Taehyung plays with the dog toys— running around very much like a dog— you sit on one of the large beanbags by the heater and watch amusedly. Slowly, he warms up until he’s removed both of your jackets, and his beanie, from his body to hang up on the hooks near the door.

“I’m tempted to put a collar on you,” you joke as he puts the tennis ball that he’s been playing one-man-catch with back into the basket, making him look at you.

“Do you think they’d fit?” he muses, moving over to pluck a red leather collar from the shelf, leash still attached, then walks over to kneel on the floor in front of you. He holds it out in offer, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ve always been curious.”

“You’re a strange one.” You laugh yet take the collar from him all the same. Once you’ve unhooked the leash to lay aside, you shuffle forward to wrap the leather around his neck— while doing your best to ignore his large hands placed on your spread knees. When you’ve fastened the collar comfortably around his neck, you lean back to look at him better and immediately laugh in soft disbelief. “Only you could look good in a dog collar.”

“I do?” He grins brightly, pleased, when you nod in confirmation. “Ah, that’s good.”

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” He just shrugs. “Definitely a strange one.” Without thought, you pick up the leash and clip it back onto the metal ring dangling at this throat. You keep the handle in your grasp as you look back at him. “Looks like I’ve got another puppy to look after tonight, huh?” you joke, grinning at him. But he doesn’t return the smile and joke back like you expected; he looks oddly serious. There’s something in his eyes you can’t name, and it makes your smile melt away. “Tae?”

“You’ve always wanted a puppy of your own,” he comments and licks his lips mindlessly as his fingers inch their way up your thighs slowly. Your stomach flips. “I’d be more than willing to go home with you.” His already deep voice drops lower and shoots straight between your thighs, causing heat to suddenly pool there. “I’d be so good for you.” He leans closer until his nose almost touches yours. His eyes are heavy lidded, gaze on your lips; watching how they part at his suggestions. “You don’t need to teach me anything, Y/N, I know lots of good tricks I’d be willing to show you.” Even though he’s talking so bravely, his breath comes out in nervous shudders. “I’ve wanted to go home with you since we first met. Jungkook told me you work here, and I started talking about dogs so much hoping you’d offer me a place here so I could be near you more,” he admits.

Your eyebrows furrow and lips turn down at his last confession. “Don’t you like dogs? I thought you really like dogs.”

“I do, but not as much as I like you,” he confesses, making your heart skip a beat and breath to catch. He leans back slightly to take in your expression better, gauge your reaction. “Please tell me you feel the same way. Kookie tells me all the time that you like me back, and that I should make a move.”

“Funny, he’s been telling me the same thing every day since we met,” you muse and watch his eyes begin to sparkle. “I only offered you the job to be near you more,” you admit, and giggle at the adorable way Taehyung’s entire being lights up with joy at the information. “You really do look like a puppy right now; so cute,” you coo and pinch at his cheeks lightly. He whines and pushes your hands away. “What? You usually love being called cute.”

“Not right now,” he argues, shaking his head a little. “I want to be called something else.”

Curiously, you tilt your head a little, wondering what he means. Suddenly, his lips turn up in a smirk, and he pulls you closer by hooking his hands behind your knees. You yelp and fall onto your back on the beanbag. Slowly, Taehyung hovers over you, pressing his right hand into the material next to your head to hold himself up while his left hand strokes your outer thigh almost teasingly slow.

Now, you understand what he’s aiming for and try to hold back your smirk as you make an inquisitive sound. “Hm? What’s that?”

Though, Taehyung knows you well enough by now to notice what you’re trying to hide and realises that you’re teasing him. He doesn’t point it out though, more than willing to play along. “Guess.”

“Pretty?” He shakes his head in answer. “Handsome?”

“No but getting closer.”

“Beautiful?” Another shake of his head as he lowers until his lips brush over your neck, and you let him; you tilt your head back so that he has as much access as possible in this position. “Hm, gorgeous?” He growls and bites down on your skin, fed up with your teasing. You giggle and tug on the leash you’re still holding. Taehyung leans up, eyes sparkling as he eyes the material in your hands; clearly, he’s into it. Luckily, so are you. “How about the sexiest guy I’ve ever laid my eyes on?” you offer, making him look up at you, lips turning into a smugly pleased little smirk as he nods in approval. “And soon, my hands.”

Just like that, Taehyung’s eyes darken and he surges down to press his lips to yours in a kiss that’s hungry from the first touch. You drop the handle of the leash to free your hands to run up his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. He hums softly in pleasure as you touch him, letting his left hand wander over your body too.

When Taehyung props himself back up over you so that you can both catch your breath, he looks down at you with eyes so dark that you can’t tell the difference between his pupil and iris. His lips are already kiss bruised and shining with your combined spit, clothes askew and hair wild from your greedy hands. He looks every bit the animal needing to be collared and leashed. He looks so fucking beautiful.

“I know you can’t take me home now, but tomorrow?” he requests, hope clear in his voice despite it already being rough with arousal. You don’t hesitate to nod in agreement, making him smile. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” you respond and tighten your hold in his hoodie, pulling him down a suggestive inch. “I literally can’t wait, so I guess we’ll have to find a way to occupy ourselves until then.” The glint in your eyes makes Taehyung whine needily before he shuffles back a little, making you pout.

“I have an idea,” he says with a sly grin, hands moving to the button of your jeans. You grin back at him and help him open the fastenings so that you can shove the material down your legs, kicking hem off with your shoes.

Once the denim is tossed aside, Taehyung hands travel the expanse of your legs, his hungry gaze following until he meets the barrier of your underwear. He glares at the thin material obstructing his view before yanking them down harshly, almost ripping them in the process, before tossing them carelessly aside.

“I’ve thought about how you’d look so many times,” he admits in a low hum as he lowers down onto his elbows between your thighs, and stares in slack-jawed admiration at your dripping pussy. “This is so much better, fuck.” His hands grip onto your inner thighs as he pushes them further apart to get an even better view. “You’re wet already, you really want this as much as me, huh?”

“If not more.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker up to you, pure belief written on his features. “Impossible.” You roll your eyes and open your mouth to argue, yet all that comes out is a gasp as he suddenly dives in, lips meeting your slick pussy. He wastes no time with teasing you, he goes straight for pleasure, flicking his tongue out, and sucking your clit while you moan and grip the beanbag under you.

When you feel his finger circling your entrance, you squirm impatiently, earning a chuckle to vibrate against your clit. You moan at the pleasure that shoots through your body and Taehyung takes the chance to push his finger into you, causing your moan to turn higher in pitch. He only pumps the digit a few times before adding a second, knowing you’re wet and relaxed enough to allow the intrusion; welcome it, even. As your walls cling to his fingers, soaking and warming them, Taehyung moans lowly, loving how it feels.

It doesn’t take much longer for his actions— although definitely very pleasurable— to make you want more. Your hands fumble around in search of the leash, but it’s fallen out of your reach, so you settle for gripping the collar around his neck to drag him up to your level. Taehyung’s eyes are wide as he hovers over you, mouth smeared with slick dropped open in shock at your unexpected action, but the glint in his eyes lets you know he likes it.

“No more, Tae, I need you,” you declare with a needy edge to your voice that makes him groan lowly before crashing his lips to yours. He swipes his tongue into your mouth eagerly, and you taste yourself on him, thinking the flavour of you was made to live on his tongue.

You don’t complain when he slides his fingers out of you seconds later, especially as you hear his zipper open. You let go of the collar to allow him to break from the kiss and kneel up. As he pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs, you watch and understand why he hadn’t hesitated as his hard cock pops into view. Just like the rest of the man, it’s unfairly beautiful. You didn’t even know cocks could be beautiful until now. It’s also fucking huge; you’re honestly a little worried it won’t fit, but you’re sure willing to try.

Taehyung wraps his right hand around his leaking length to slowly stroke as he stares between your spread thighs, left hand holding your right thigh as far aside as he can to make sure his view is unobstructed.

You give him a few seconds— which feel far too long— before you get impatient and lift up slightly so that you can grab the leash dangling in front of his chest and pull him back down on top of you as you let your body fall back down. His lips immediately find yours as he settles, and then he’s lining the tip of his cock with your dripping entrance, rubbing it over almost teasingly so that he can make it slick. Though, he’s taking too long to put it in you for your liking, so you roll your hips up until the head pops inside, making you both let out soft gasps of pleasure.

Now following your lead, Taehyung pushes his hips forward, gradually feeding his thick length into you as far as he possibly can, stopped by how tightly you squeeze him. It doesn’t hurt, but you know if he hadn’t stopped, it would start to. It’s been some time since you’ve had anything other than your fingers buried in your pussy, and they certainly can’t compare to the sheer size of the cock impaling you inch by delicious inch.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he says, groaning lowly as he bites his lip, a little overwhelmed by how good you feel clamped around his cock. “I can’t even get my dick in you properly.”

“Not my fault your dick is huge,” you retort with a little pout while he grins smugly at your comment. He adjusts ever so slightly, but it makes his cock move in you and your breath catches, stutters out, as you grip his arms.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” he checks, frowning in worry. “Do you want to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warn, almost hissing at him.

His concern leaves as his lips lift into a chuckle. “Okay, baby. Just let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” You nod in understanding and agreement before tugging him in to kiss.

The two of you kiss languidly, tongues sliding together without rush, just enjoying this time of calm intimacy, until you feel relaxed enough to reach down and pat his hips in silent signal to move. Taehyung doesn’t falter and slowly drags his hips back, and then forth, shallowly fucking into you a handful of times before leaning up to look between your spread thighs, where he’s happily made a home for himself.

Though when his jumper sags forward after only a few more thrusts, he makes a sound of annoyance before pulling his cock out of you and leaning back up onto his knees. He struggles for a few moments to get his hoodie and t-shirt off without removing the collar or leash, but the moment his torso is entirely bare, he’s back over you and sliding into your pussy without hesitation.

As soon as he’s worked you open enough to do so, Taehyung picks up the pace, fucking into you faster, getting deeper with each thrust until his hips are hitting your ass with each increasingly rougher thrust, and making you grip onto his waist, both of you moaning without shame at the intense pleasure travelling through your bodies.

“Faster, Tae,” you breathe out, and he complies instantly, fucking into you faster without hesitation as if his only purpose in life is to obey your every wish. Especially if it involves fucking you.

A hiss leaves his lips when your nails dig into his skin, but it only spurs him on, and he fucks you harder into the beanbag. You know you’re moving with every thrust, but you can’t do a damn thing about it and just let yourself get jostled. Luckily, Taehyung notices every time you slide too far and pulls you back by your hips. Every time he does so, his cock hits even deeper and rougher within you, pummelling an extra sweet spot and making you mewl loudly, clawing at his sides in pleasure.

“Fuck, no,” he groans after the fifth time and stops fucking you to grip your wrists, making you whine in complain. “You’re going to make me cum too soon if you keep doing that,” he warns amongst his panting. He grabs the leash and wraps it around your wrists, securing it so that you can’t move your hands, without bothering to unclip it from the collar around his neck before he returns to fucking you just as hard as before.

With every powerful thrust, your hands hit against Taehyung’s chest. It doesn’t seem to bother him, but it annoys you, so you hook your fingers under the collar over his throat to grip it and stop your hands bouncing against his torso, simultaneously pulling him down closer to you. He growls at your rough action, clearly thoroughly enjoying it, and kisses you. It’s messy and desperate, but you don’t care. You’re just as bad; too lost in pleasure and the moment to care for how your kisses come out.

Taehyung changes his position slightly, to one more comfortable for him in this new angle, and instantly you react; arching your back, pushing your chest towards him, and moaning loudly as your eyes roll back.

“Shit, baby, that’s it, isn’t it?” he pants, watching in awe as your face contorts with every thrust. With the new angle, his cock head is hitting particularly deep while his thick length stretches you in a way that rubs against another extra sensitive spot; it’s making you practically see stars, it feels so fucking good.

“Tae…” you moan in warning, fisting the sturdy material in your hands tighter.

“You going to cum?” You nod madly in confirmation, making him groan softly, excitedly, and tumbling closer to his own climax. “I want to feel you cum around me. I want to cum but not until you do. I want to cum together,” he babbles. His confession makes you whimper, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of what you know will be the best orgasm you’ve had perhaps ever. “Fuck, wait–wait for me, baby,” he pleads almost brokenly as he speeds up his thrusts, chasing after the pleasure threatening to burst. “Please, please, please…just hold out for a few…more…” He grunts, hips losing rhythm.

You force your eyes to open to peer up at him heavily, fighting the urge to close them again. Taehyung has his eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on the pleasure coursing through his body to bring him to his end quicker. Suddenly, his eyes open wide and his jaw drops. You just know that he’s right on the edge with you, so you pull him down for one last messy kiss. It only lasts for a second before you’re forced to stop the already uncoordinated kiss as your pleasure peaks, orgasm crashing through your body, causing your thighs to clamp either side of his hips as you arch against him, moaning out his name like you get fucking paid on camera for it.

Taehyung’s climax hits a split second after yours, spilling into you and moaning against your jaw as his hips judder against your rolling ones, until you both fall still and he drops down on top of you with his forehead pressed to your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath.

For some time, the two of you lay like that, entirely oblivious to anything but the pleasant feeling weighing your bodies down.

Though when your mind finally slots back into place from the little fuzzy walk it went on, you realise something and pull a face. “Can you get off me, my hands are numb,” you announce with a displeased pout.

Taehyung chuckles and obeys your wish, moving up off of you to unbuckle the collar to free your hands from their position stuck against his sweat slicked throat. Once he’s untied the leash from your wrists, he sets the items aside and starts to pull up his boxers and jeans. He watches you rub life back into your hands, lips pouted and unaware of the smitten expression and fond smile on his face as he observes you.

Once he has his own underwear and jeans on, he locates yours strewn across the floor and helps pull them up your legs— after taking a moment to admire the sight of your slick pussy one last time, of course.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully once your jeans are fastened again.

“No, thank you. That was great,” he retorts with a dopey grin, making you laugh amusedly. “So, tomorrow; we should go on a date.”

“No.” Immediately, Taehyung’s smile drops and you can’t help but giggle as you shuffle closer to take his face into your hands. “I said I’d take you home tomorrow, Taehyung.”

His eyebrows lift and eyes widen in pleased surprise. “Oh, you still want to?”

“After that? So fucking much,” you enthuse, earning a happy giggle before he kisses you gently, softer than any of the kisses you’ve shared so far. It makes your already full heart swell a little more, lips lift into a smile that matches his own contently joyous one. “And then, when we’re recuperated from all the fun we’re going to have defiling my apartment, then we can go on a date,” you offer and somehow, he smiles that bit wider.

“That sounds like the perfect plan to me.”

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Suddenly everyone wanted to know him. Guys who couldn't be bothered to respond to him when he bowed to them were inviting him to A-list parties. Girls who'd never even spoken to him were acting like they were best friends with him. Particularly the ones from big companies. You decided to let V do what he wanted with it and let him enjoy parties and events on his own. He deserved the praise, not you and you didn't want to be accused of riding his coattails. Plus you never liked all that party stuff so you just waited home for V but slowly things started to change.

You saw V less for one thing and when you did see him, things were different. His team were styling him weirdly and trying to change things about him to make him appeal to an even wider audience. They toyed with his appearance like he was doll and started changing more personal aspects of him. His interests began to change and even the way he spoke altered. It would take him a few minutes each time you were together for V to shed the idol V and just go back to normal V. You loved when your V was back but it took longer and longer reach time. Not to mention when you did see V on the idol circuit you didn't like what you saw. You hardly recognised the man and didn't like how flirty he was. Sure there were girls throwing themselves at him all over the place but that didn't mean he had to reciprocate. Didn't he care about how you felt watching it?

Apparently not because when you brought it up in the car on the way home V was not happy. He didn't get it and saw your reaction as a lack of trust, completely misreading everything. You argued the whole way home and opening the door to your apartment, V still could understand what was wrong with his behaviour. "V you were flirting with her don't even try and pretend you weren't!". "Okay sure but what's wrong with that? It wasn't really me flirting with her just my character". You blinked "V that makes no sense! We're not actresses and even if you chose to flirt with her because your company asked you to I'm not okay with that". "Why?" V asked "you know none of that is true". "It doesn't matter though the girls you flirt with don't know that and neither do the others watching. Plus why would you even do that? There are some lines you don't cross V and when does flirting turning into more?". "More like what?" V asked and you shrugged "I don't know? A sexy dance together, lingering hands, a kiss...It will only keep getting worse and the lines will keep thinning and people will think that you're up for it" you argued but V was just getting more frustrated.

"I don't get why you're so worried about what other people think. Who cares if they think I'm fucking everyone in the industry, it's not like I'm actually sleeping with these girls and you know that!" V said and you laughed "wow thank you so much for doing that major favour for me!" you said and V rolled his eyes "why are you being so difficult?". "Can you really not see why I'm upset?" You asked and V shook his head "it's not like I'd ever actually cheat on you, I wouldn't go that far" and your jaw actually dropped. "V I don't want you to go anywhere near! It's not good enough that you didn't go too far! I got at first it was exciting having pretty girls from big companies talking to you but how can you not see through it? It's been a year now and none of these people wanted you before you were big!". "But you did so I should be grateful to you?" V asked. "That's not what I'm saying I just...I can feel you pulling away V and if you want out just say so" you said.

That stuck with V and he immediately switched to comforting you, telling you there was no way he'd want that and he'd make you see that. You wanted to believe him but a few months later it started happening again. This time you didn't fight it. You let V break away from you and do his own thing and you ended it 3 months later. You think there was relief from both sides when you did.

It didn't take long for V to start using his newfound freedom and you mainly just tried not to watch but it was hard because now everyone was watching him and news travels fast. You heard how he was seeing a model and then an idol and then an actress and then two models at the same time and it continued. At the few after-parties you went to, V could usually be seen making out with some girl and then another one later in the night. You'd heard he'd jumped into booze, girls and drugs head first and honestly didn't know how much Big Hit was paying the newspapers to keep it quiet but it must be a lot.

Fast forward to 2 years later, BTS were the biggest band in the world and you were happy for V but didn't really think about him much. The V today was a different person from the one you knew who didn't exist anymore. So you didn't even think of them as the same person. It was almost as if V had retired or moved away and there was just this guy who looked and sounded like him but you knew it wasn't him. However there was one person in the world who was sure if anyone could get the old V back, it was you.

You woke up to hear your phone ringing at 4 am. You glared and then gasped as you saw who was ringing, it was V's mum. You'd always been close to V's family when you were dating, especially his mum and towards the end you talked to her more than V. When you told her you'd ended it she understood and said she knew he'd lose you if he wasn't careful. You hadn't spoken to her since apart from Christmas cards so immediately shot up worried this had to be some emergency.

"Y/n it's V! He's not answering his phone and he needs to be at the airport in 2 hours! The boys can't get through to him and they won't let them leave the airport. Y/n he's missed so much if he misses this trip he'll be disciplined or worse" she said near tears and you nodded letting her words sink into your sleepy brain. "Okay so V is late for a flight?" you asked "what time does he need to be there". You confirmed all the details with his mother and then nodded "okay Mrs Kim don't worry I'll go get to him" you said without really thinking. You quickly pulled some clothes on as his mum sang your praises and thanked you a million times. You couldn't believe how quickly you'd offered yourself but for V's distressed mum you'd do anything you could. You promised to text her with updates and then closed your car door. You hadn't been to V's place in years and you hadn't ever planned on going back but here you were

You weren't even sure why V still lived here. Sure it was convenient but he could afford somewhere 5 times the price of this with all the fancy amenities but he'd stayed here for some reason. Maybe he was never here long enough to care about moving.

You walked up the stairs to his place and wondered if he still kept the spare key in the same place. You were kind of counting on it. You searched in his flower pot (which now had a fair few cigarette buds in which was a lovely touch) for the fake rock he'd bought. You found it and pulled it apart to reveal the key. Well some things hadn't changed. You took small comfort in that and opened the door.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of alcohol. It stank and was stale, as if the smell had been there a while. The apartment had changed a lot since you'd been here. Pretty much all the furniture was different and you could see the jump in V's fortune. You didn't like it though. It looked like someone else had decorated as none of this was V's style and it was all too tacky and showy. Then you reminded yourself that the V you knew was gone and this was probably the new V's taste which made you scrunch your nose in distaste.

You made your way further into the living and saw the coffee table was covered in a mix of alcohol bottles and some substances. You tried not to look too closely at everything and hurried through the living room trying to get past the smell and called out for V. You still remembered where the bedroom was and knocked but got no response. So you threw open the door.

V was in bed but you couldn't see him clearly because of the other girls in his bed. Two, one on either side. They were all naked and you assumed V was the lump in the middle. "V get up!" you yelled and knocked loudly on the door. The people in the bed jumped and began to stir. They all made a noise as you yanked the blinds up. V sat up and you realised you'd missed another girl who had been entwined with him. 3 girls and counting you thought, expecting another one to pop out from under the bed.

"Y/n?" V asked confused and you nodded "get up, you're late". "No I'm not I've got until...shit" he said seeing the clock. You nodded "yeah so get up!". "But why did they send you?" V asked and you shook your head "that's not important. What is, is that you've got a plane you can't miss so get up and get dressed. Ladies please gather your things and leave. I will order you a taxi to take you home". The girls did as you said, clearly thinking you worked for V or something and filed out. "You've got 10 minutes to get in the car or I'm leaving without you" you said and walked from the room. You made sure the girls got in their taxi and then went to grab V's suitcase, which was by the door, to find it empty.

You groaned, so annoyed he hadn't even packed and shoved open his bedroom door again to see V had left his bed but hadn't found his clothes. He wasn't shy and turned to face you, without a care in the world and actually smiled. He leaned on his wardrobe slightly "Y/n if you wanted a go all you had to do was ask" he said. You rolled your eyes "been there done that, I'm here because you haven't packed anything" and you walked past him and put the suitcase down on the bed. You turned around to see V standing right behind you, still naked and jumped. You hesitated for a second before your resolve came back. "Why don't you go clean up while I pack, you smell like a nightclub. Where's your passport?". "They have it" he said and you nodded "go wash up" and turned away. "Whatever you say Y/n" V said passing very close to you and he left the room. His words were incredibly sexually charged and you figured he must still be drunk. You could feel his eyes on you as he left the room but refused to turn and look at him.

You grabbed a bunch of clothes, shoes and underwear and shoved them in the suitcase. Then you grabbed his chargers and added them. You knew he'd need his skincare but he was in the bathroom with it and you didn't want to give him any more misguided ideas. You sealed the case and knocked on the bathroom door "5 minutes V, I'll be in the car" and waited.

4 minutes later V appeared, hair still dripping, looking like he'd been in a hurricane but dressed and ready. When he got in you told him to text RM you were on your way and ask where he should go. "Done, so now are you going to tell me why they sent you?" V asked "was it the boys' great idea or management?". "Neither, your mum called me in floods of tears because she thought you were going to be fired". "My mum?" he asked and you nodded "I never deleted her number and I guess she never deleted mine". "Did you delete my number?" V asked and you chose not to reply, putting the radio on instead and V let it drop.

You reached the airport 20 minutes later and V undid his seatbelt. "Thank you Y/n for doing this for me". "I didn't do this for you I did it for your mum" you said but you knew that was only half true. "Well thanks for caring for her, I would like to say I kept the same links with your family but that was never possible huh?". You couldn't believe he was bringing this up now and actually laughed "really? Still not over that?". "I don't think I'm unreasonable for still being upset your parents don't know who I am". "You want them to know who you are? Are you sure about that?" you asked "do you really think they'd be your biggest fan after everything that happened?". V looked down because you got him there and he sighed "sorry I'm still hungover, forget I said anything. Thanks for coming out of your way, I'll call my mum before we take off". You nodded and pressed the button to open the boot "I obviously can't come in with you" and V nodded "thanks again" and stepped out of the car. You didn't wave or anything but when you got far enough away that he couldn't see it...you looked back and saw V disappear inside.

You checked the headlines the next day to make sure V made the flight but other than that you went back to your life, V fading out of it. You didn't even tell your members where you'd been. You didn't know if they'd be upset at you for helping V or get hopeful this could mean something more. Yuqi was firmly of the opinion he didn't deserve anything from you but you knew Shuhua and Seoyeon still held out hope for you two despite everything. They thought V would give up his new lifestyle to be back with you but he couldn't give it up to keep you when he first got it so why would years later be any different?

Then a few weeks later you got some flowers delivered to your building. It was a huge extravagant bouquet that must've been really expensive. You guessed who sent it but sure enough, there was a card with one letter on it. "V". "Who sent them?" Minnie asked and you crumpled the card behind your back "oh just that brand I did that photoshoot with". "Awww that's so sweet!" Soojin said "mine never do that" and you just shrugged but one thing stood out to you. V still remembered what flowers you liked and had the bouquet made custom because they were all there. You remembered just how good a boyfriend V could be when he tried but that was the thing...it was all dependent on him giving a crap.

Some small part of you thought there might be more to this. That V might reach out to you again or this would be a wake-up call to him but no. The girls were always honest with you with any rumours and so a week later Miyeon admitted V had been kicked out of a club for having sex with a woman in the toilets. He'd apparently laughed it off, talked his way back inside and then left with a different girl. You scolded yourself for ever thinking he could change.

So when your friend Kai's birthday rolled around you were feeling a little restless. You wanted to banish any thoughts of V from your head and when you explained the whole thing to Kai he got an idea. He was friends with Jimin who had asked if he could bring Junkook and V with him. Kai checked you were okay with it and then told him yes...but that was months ago and now Kai had his own agenda because he'd heard V had been seen with his ex. "Now I know this is petty but what would you say if I suggested we do something to show V and my ex they're not the only hot idols living their best life?". You smiled "what do you have planned?".

Kai's party was huge because he was Exo's Kai and everyone loved him. So many idols showed up and he rented a mansion which only just fit them in. His party had everything from huge ice sculptures, to trapeze artists and fire breathers (not near one another of course) and the most amazing food in the world. But Kai had purposefully set up a stage overlooking the dance floor outside and about 2 hours in he made his entrance...with you by side.

Kai was the king of dance and so to kick off his birthday he did a dance with you but not any dance, it was sexy even for Kai's standards and you loved it! You adored the sexy concepts and Kai was the dream partner. Kai had choreographed this himself and you were so proud of your best friend so threw yourself into the moves...literally! Kai caught you in his arms and ran his hands down your body as you clung onto him with your legs tight around his waist. Then the next second he flipped you over and you sprang onto your feet beside him. You'd both practised very hard for this (more than you'd care to admit) but this was so much fun! Kai had been through a lot lately and wasn't sure if his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him with V so to see him so happy warmed your heart. You did everything you could to make Kai seem as sexy and amazing as possible and it wasn't hard.

You and Kai had warned your members that you'd be doing this dance but they still cheered and acted like it was the first hearing about it and to be fair their surprise was genuine. The girls hadn't seen you be this carefree and sexy since you broke up with V and they loved it. The Exo members saw Kai was in his element and screamed for him as loud as any EXO-L.

The dance finished with you and Kai pressed together, faces inches apart and the room erupted. You were pretty sure you could hear each of your members individually screaming in the roar and Kai recognised Suho's scream anywhere. Kai was so excited and had a beautiful smile on his face as he pulled you towards him and looked at the crowd. "Fuck him Y/n you're gorgeous" he said and your eyes found V in the audience. You moved them off him immediately and back to Kai "and so are you, she doesn't know what she's missing" and Kai smiled "and this is why you're my best friend, let's get down there!" and you agreed and took his hand descending down the staircase together for the night of your lives.

The party went on until the early hours of the morning and Kai only finally went to bed at 7 am. You set him up in one of the bedrooms upstairs and decided to do a sweep of the house before also going to sleep. You were in the garden wondering if to leave Sehun asleep in the bushes when you felt someone behind you.

You turned to see Jimin who smiled awkwardly. V had left ages ago, not long after your dance actually, but Jimin and Jungkook had stayed late. "Hey" Jimin said "I left my phone here accidentally and was naively thinking it might still be here. Have you seen one?". "Grey/black swirl phone case?" and Jimin's eyes lit up "you've seen it?". You smiled "I found it last night and put it somewhere safe" you said directing him to the kitchen. You opened the oven and saw Jimin's jaw drop. "Hey this is a fake house and nobody was going to start cooking so it was safe I promise". Jimin clutched his phone tightly but nodded" thanks Y/n" and you nodded to him "no problem".

An awkward silence settled and you had no idea what to say to him. The elephant in the room was V but how could either of you bring that up naturally? "Congratulations on the Grammys" you said and Jimin looked back up from the floor "thank you, it was surreal but so fun". You smiled "you deserve it, we were all cheering you on". "Thanks Y/n" Jimin said "I'm glad you're happy" he said when you frowned he gestured upstairs "with Kai?" he half asked. You didn't want to tell him it had all been a ploy to make his friend jealous but also didn't want to lie and say it was true so you just looked down nodding. "Thanks...I should probably actually go see if he needs any help with anything" you said and Jimin nodded "of course thanks Y/n and with a bow, he left.

One thing was for sure, the party and your plan was a raging success. You were sure you'd never hear from V again...but you did.

This will be a four-part series and I will post the new parts at the top of this page when they are up!

x

Penelope got the address to Foyet's apartment in Arlington and as much as Hotch wanted to storm the place, he had to be smart about this. You, Derek, Spencer, and JJ wait in the building across the street with SWAT gearing up, and Hotch and Emily are sitting in a car on the same road to watch the apartment, just at a different angle.

The entire street is filled with agents dressed in casual clothing. Some of them pose as construction workers, people working on their cars, mothers using empty strollers, people having a casual conversation, and just about anything else that seems normal.

To anyone walking down the street, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"How much longer do we wait?" Emily's voice comes over the earpiece.

"I need to leave that call to someone else."

"SWAT's getting antsy," JJ says to Derek.

"I'll tell them when it's time to go. Right now we sit tight. Let them know." JJ nods and heads back over to the SWAT team. "These guys are trained to move, not just sit around. I can't really say that I blame them."

"He may not even be there anymore," Rossi says.

"I know. The longer we sit here, the further away he gets. Y/N, do you sense him? See his energy?" You're staring at the road, completely checked out. Derek walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder to which you jump. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, no, I can't sense him. I don't know where he is," you mumble.

"Alright, this is what we're gonna do. We're gonna send in an agent posing as the superintendent of the building. Say there's a water leak or something. If he doesn't answer, which I don't think he will, we'll send a small camera underneath the door so we can get a feel of what's waiting for us inside. Then, and only then, do we go in."

An agent is dressed the part before being sent in with a worker's bag as if he is going to be working on something inside. Every agent is connected by an earpiece so you can hear what he says when he gets inside the building. You just can't see him.

"Super." The agent knocks but no one answers. "Super. There's a leak in the apartment above you. I need to check your ceiling." When there isn't an answer, he sets his bag on the ground and pulls out the tiny camera that is going to go underneath the door. "Are you getting the signal?"

Whatever the camera is picking up is broadcasted to the small TV in front of you.

"Copy," Derek says.

There doesn't look to be anyone inside the apartment that is very bare. The only kind of furniture inside is a folded table, two chairs, and a few trinkets scattered.

"No warm bodies. It looks like a kitchen table and two chairs," the agent says.

"Is that a laptop on the table?" Spencer notices. "It could be useful."

"Is that food?" Rossi asks. "Get closer to it."

"Wait, go back," Hotch orders. "What's that on the floor?" The agent moves the camera to show the mess on the floor. "It's mail."

"Go, go, go!" Derek gasps.

The entire team hauls ass to the building and when the agents pretending to be normal civilians see, they drop everything and run inside the building, too. Your team approaches the apartment first but they are hesitant to go inside. Hotch looks at you with desperate eyes.

"Is he in there?"

"No, he's not," you mutter. "I'd feel him if he was."

Hotch and Derek are the first ones inside the empty apartment. Derek and Emily go into the bedroom while the rest of you stay in the living room. On the table is an untouched meal and the mail on the ground means he must have left in a hurry. George was here but he isn't now.

"Dammit. He's not coming back here. He left an untouched meal. You drop your mail like this when you're startled, when you need to get out of dodge quickly."

"Something tipped him off. He knew we were coming here."

"The suitcases are open with some clothes missing. There's a safe with a stash of guns in it," Derek says, emerging from the bedroom.

"He didn't even bother to lock them up again. If he's in a hurry, he'll make a mistake."

"Yeah, but when Foyet gets cornered, he starts killing."

"We're not going to let that happen."

The only thing that might be able to help is the laptop on the table so the only person who can get into it is Penelope. She is still at the office but was able to get into it remotely. She gets to work immediately but the computer begins deleting everything on it until she stops it halfway through.

"He is creepy good," Penelope says when she tries to get into the computer.

"How good?"

"He wiped his hard drive. He might have been in a hurry to leave but whatever was on there, he did not want us to see it."

"Garcia, tell me that you're hacked in and that you can rebuild it," Derek says.

"Watch me work, darling." She does her thing for a total of thirty seconds. "I got something. He had an internet alarm under the name Peter Rhea. It alerted him as soon as we ran a check on it."

"What else did he wipe?"

Penelope goes through all the files and pictures rapidly.

"Garcia, wait a minute. Freeze it right there."

She stops on a set of pictures that show a white-picket fence house and a man you don't recognize. Hotch does.

"That's the US Marshal assigned to my family," he whispers.

"Foyet's been watching him this whole time?"

Hotch takes out his phone and calls Sam, the agent posted to his family. However, all he gets is his voicemail.

"Sam, it's Aaron. We found Foyet's location but he has surveillance photos of you. Call me for a meeting location or we're on our way to you."

"We're gonna need to deploy another swat unit," Derek says.

"That's gonna take another half hour."

Hotch doesn't wait another second and leaves the apartment, hellbent on finding Foyet before he gets to Haley and Jack.

It doesn't take long to get to the safe house that Sam and Hotch's family have been staying in. You don't have to go inside to know something bad happened here. You can feel the energy of Death and Evil. Hotch and Derek break down the door and rush inside only to see Sam lying on the ground with deadly wounds all over his body. Blood is everywhere. 

Foyet got to him before Hotch could.

Hotch kneels down next to Sam while Rossi gets the ambulance on the phone.

"This is Agent Rossi, FBI. We need an ambulance. We have a federal officer down."

"I wouldn't... I couldn't..."

"We're getting an ambulance," Hotch says.

"I tried. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Hotch's panic increases and you suddenly don't feel so good. You have to get out of here. Why did you think you were okay to return? "Are Jack and Haley safe? Sam, tell me what happened."

"I don't know how he got in."

You look around the safe house and try to piece together what happened moments before your team arrived. Foyet walks into the living room behind Sam and shoots him in the leg then the render him useless. He beats him with the handle of the gun before taking out a knife. He uses it to cut off Sam's fingers before leaving him there.

He uses Sam's phone and finds Haley that way.

"Sam, I need to understand. Does he know where Jack and Haley are?" Hotch asks again.

"I didn't..."

"What about her phone number? What's her safe phone number?"

"It won't matter," Sam gasps. "I tried, Hotch. I'm so sorry."

The paramedics finally arrive and assess Sam quickly, forcing Hotch to move from him.

Spencer looks at you standing away from everyone else. He knows you're not ready to come back but he also knows this is what you need right now. A distraction. That's all this job is to you now. You look up and lock eyes with him but he quickly looks away from you.

"There are gun wounds to each leg and one foot, he's missing several fingers, and appears to be badly beaten."

Sam is loaded into the ambulance and Hotch goes in after him presumably to get more answers on Haley and Jack. Your team stays at the house to gather more evidence to see where Foyet might have gone or if he even found Haley and Jack. This crime scene is the only way you're going to get evidence because Sam died on the way to the hospital.

"Foyet called Haley from Sam's phone," Hotch informs when he calls Derek.

"Alright, we'll get Garcia to trace it."

"He told her she was compromised and I was dead."

You can hear the heartbreak in Hotch's voice, and you look down emotionally. How can you ever do this job again? All you can think about is prison and the fear that if you close your eyes to sleep, you'll wake up back in that cell.

"Have you called her?" Emily asks.

"No. He said to throw her phone away and to buy a disposable."

"Hotch, we're gonna come get you right now."

"No, Anderson's bringing me a car. I'm hoping that she's just gonna call me, at least, to check."

"Foyet posed as a marshal and even called from a number that Haley recognized. She's not going to call because he scared her. That's what gets him off. The fear."

"No, he paralyzed her," Emily says. "He overwhelmed her and now she trusts him. Where do you think he would take her?"

"Witness Protection had her living in New Jersey," JJ says.

"He has a head start. He could be there now."

JJ's phone rings and she places Penelope on speakerphone so all can hear, including Hotch.

"I got a trace on Foyet. He's bouncing between a few towers."

"Where?" Hotch asks.

"Fairfax County."

"He's still local?"

"Send the coordinates to my phone."

"Done," Penelope says and sends it to Hotch.

"Why isn't he on his way to New Jersey? Wait, that phone's on?"

"Yes."

"Hotch?" No answer comes from him. "Shit, he hung up." The phone beeps signaling that Hotch is calling someone on his end. "What is that noise?"

"Hotch is calling Foyet," Penelope answers.

"Agent Hotchner," Foyet answers.

Hotch is talking to Foyet but they don't know you're listening in on the conversation. Hotch might but Foyet doesn't.

"If you touch her..."

"Be gentle like I was with you? What the hell took you so long? I was beginning to think this phone was dead or something." Hotch doesn't say anything. "Why so quiet? You usually lash out when you're frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated. You're more predictable than you think."

"Am I?"

"You didn't know where Haley was so you made her come to you."

"You make me sound lazy."

"It's just another way for you to show control. Your mother tried to protect you from your father but she wasn't strong enough. You hated her for that, didn't you? You decided that all women were weak."

"Those are your words, not mine."

"Weren't you nine when you killed them?"

"It was a car accident."

"That you couldn't take credit for. That had to be hard for you. Poor George got another chance. The little orphan was saved by the wealthy, sterile Eastside couple, the Foyets. The story should have ended there."

"I don't believe in fairy tales. Do you?"

"That's the thing, George. This isn't a fairy tale. You don't have to write this story. You don't have to do any of this. I know you're exhausted. You're always looking over your shoulder, always wondering when the other shoe is gonna drop. Haven't you gotten what you wanted? You've set yourself apart from anybody we've ever dealt with. You're not just a famous serial killer, you're the Reaper. We're gonna study you and your methods for years and years."

Hotch is trying to get in his head but you have a feeling he won't.

"You know what I've been thinking? Haley looks pretty good with dark hair. She's lost some weight. Must be all the stress you caused her." He must be right outside of their home and a chilling spark shoots down your spine. "Where's the little man? Oh. There he is. Does he like Captain America because of you?" A cell phone rings. "That's your wife. Hold, please." He puts Hotch on hold to answer Haley. "Mrs. Hotchner."

"I'm here."

"Open the gate and I'll drive in."

"Okay."

You can only assume she does.

"Aaron? I really gotta go."

Foyet hangs up on Hotch and you let your tears spill over your eyes. Hotch is completely heartbroken which you felt over the phone. This isn't going to end well and both you and Hotch know it. You have the profile of Foyet so all you need to figure out is where he told Haley to go. It has to mean something to Hotch otherwise he wouldn't get complete satisfaction of ruining his life completely.

x

Surely you had something better to do than watch your desktop like a hawk, but you worried that even walking away for a second would make you late. He tended to start on time, no matter what.

In the meantime, you looked next to you on the bed, making sure everything you needed was there.

Lube? Check. Vibrator? Check. Hand towel? Check.

You made sure that whatever errands needed to be done were finished earlier, wanting to dedicate the rest of this Friday night to your favorite activity. There was a high chance you would go straight to bed after you were done.

A familiar ping went off in the room, making your head swivel back to the computer.

Just as you anticipated, a pop-up window came onto the screen.

[_vante is online!]

You bit back your smile, a giddiness lighting your veins as you put your pointer finger on the mousepad to hover the arrow over the ‘Join Room’ button. Clicking it, you wiggled in anticipation as it took you to a recognizable page with banners and ads on the side depicting men and women in compromising positions. 

The stream hadn’t started just yet. 

The rectangle in the middle was black with a message stating that the user was still in the process of setting up. But you didn’t have to wait much longer as the screen changed to show said user.

You let your grin go on full display at the sight of the handsome face brightening up your laptop.

V.

“Hm...can you guys see me well?”

An involuntary shiver went through you as his baritone rang through your speakers. He hadn’t even said anything remotely dirty yet and already, his voice was affecting you.

You reached for the keys, flying across them with your fingertips.

[Y/N]: yup 😊

“Yeah? Great—“ V gave a signature boxy grin. “Then let’s get started. How’s everyone doing today?”

You typed out a brief sentence on how your workday left you needing to decompress. You weren’t sure if he saw your comment alone or a few of the others that shared your sentiment, but the model hummed and nodded.

“Rough day, huh? Same here. Work was hell and then some. I’ve been thinking about you guys all day, couldn’t wait to punch out and get home.” V tilted his head. 

“How about you? Were you thinking about me too?”

Cheeks warming up, you gave an answer that the rest of the chat echoed.

[Y/N]: of course, the only way I could get through the day was by thinking about your beautiful face ❤️

You realized after you hit enter that maybe that was a little too cheesy, but V paused to read everyone’s comments, face lighting up with a smile once more.

“Aww, you’re too sweet, Y/N. I always love to read your comments.”

Did you squeal to yourself just now? Of course not.

But V moved on to the next person, prompting you to get over your excitement and focus on the bigger picture. How did you get so into watching this beautiful man at 10 PM on the dot every Friday night?

Watching porn was something you did occasionally but watching actual camshows was a rarity. Before, you only viewed a couple of pre-recorded shows out of curiosity, only to click out after a few minutes. You admired these people for their hustle and courage to do such intimate acts for thousands of people to view, but none of them could capture your attention enough to give them your full time and attention.

That is until your friend Jules sent you a link one day.

You had been lamenting to each other at lunch break on the desire to find a cam person worth watching, needing some fuel for your lonely nights where you were too lazy to jump on Tinder or message former flings. 

Your friend lit up like a Christmas tree before she said that she had been recommended to someone who looked interesting (well, at least their profile picture did) and was going to catch their show live that night. Looking around to make sure no one would peek over your shoulders in the nearly empty cafe, Jules pulled up the profile of the person she was talking about, letting you take a peek.

You couldn’t deny that the man in the black and white photo was handsome. A nose perfect for brushing against thighs with full, kissable lips below, surrounded by a strong jawline. Slicked back black hair with a couple of strands resting on his forehead. Strong brows hovered above deep brown eyes that stared straight into your soul. You were never much for putting much emphasis on others’ bodies,but the subtle tone of his bicep and forearm that poked out of the sleeve of his t-shirt had your mouth watering a bit.

He caught your interest enough that you agreed to watch the show that night, making sure that Jules’ text came through with the right info. It was nighttime before you knew it, and the show was close to starting. You had to scramble to get whatever necessary items you needed before getting comfortable in your bed. 

The lights were turned off and your laptop was plugged into its charger (nothing killed a good orgasm like your battery dying). Typing the link from your phone into the address bar, you waited with anticipation as the browser loaded, pulling up a website you were familiar with.

However, the user was different this time, the picture of the man from earlier popping up in the corner. And soon enough, the screen showed the actual person, sitting in a purple-lit room on a leather chair.

The picture did not do him justice. And then he opened his mouth to greet all of the viewers; you couldn’t help but squirm at the bass that rang out from the speakers.

The model was named V and he looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. His outfit was rather formal for someone who was probably going to be taking their clothes off, consisting of a floral button-up shirt with a tie and slacks. Surprisingly, he pulled the look off. His setup also stood out as you picked up the soft sounds of jazz music in the background, V occasionally stopping his talking to bob his head along, a gentle smile on his handsome face. The move was endearing as hell.

Despite it taking quite some time before anything sexual occurred, you weren’t finding yourself bored at all. V talked to everyone as if he was in a group of friends, asking how everyone’s days were and saying what he was up to himself and what he planned to do over the weekend. He must have had quite a few regulars as he asked some users rather specific questions, from how their pets were doing and wishing them luck on whatever tests they had coming up. His attentiveness felt genuine, unlike some other models. It only intrigued you even more.

But then came what everyone had tuned in for.

The dynamic had shifted as V rolled his chair back, his eyes lidding as he ran a tongue over his full lips. He kept his gaze focused on the camera as he questioned whether everyone was ready for him. You were so enraptured up to this point that you hadn’t even typed a word in the chat, biting your lip as you sent a ‘yes’, drowning among the other affirmations. And with that, V gave a devilish smirk as his hands crawled up his lean torso to his tie.

After that, everything was a haze. All you could remember was coming to your senses a while later, your limbs trembling as your slick fingers slid out of your core, watching as V laid panting against his chair, his tanned upper body exposed and covered in sweat and come. Fuck, when was the last time you came that hard? And from someone who wasn’t even in the same room as you?

From that moment on, you were hooked.

Saturday nights were spent watching some of his older shows, working yourself up to orgasms that forced you to stifle your cries with a pillow. Sundays consisted of fighting the urge to have some more late-night fun despite the fact that you had to get up early the next morning. And Mondays through Thursdays were absolute torture, having to try not to daydream about V instead of crunching numbers and sending out emails in your gray cubicle. Didn’t help that your boss kept poking their head in to make sure you were doing your work right, despite the fact that you had been with the company for years. All you could do was hope that the look on your face didn’t scream ‘I’m imagining myself getting plowed by a man I’ve never met in real life’ as they condescended on whatever mistakes they thought needed rectifying.

But Fridays were your favorite days now. Not only because it was the end of a long work week but because you had something to look forward to that night. V kept things interesting every time too, switching up the ways that he got himself off, from only using his hand to utilizing some toys to even slipping a finger or two inside his puckered hole for extra stimulation. The man was captivating to watch in the throes of ecstasy. Despite his obvious enjoyment, he always made sure to look deep into the lens, letting absolute filth spill from his lips as if he was talking directly to you. Maybe that was what engrossed you. The natural way he spoke and acted as if he was there in that very room with you, his lean body doing whatever it could to bring you to a blinding climax. Even the people you had been with in the past couldn’t make you come as hard as he could through a computer screen.

You made sure to show your appreciation to Jules for the recommendation with an expensive sushi dinner the first time, even though your paycheck side-eyed you for it.

“Hm? What’s that, KookyBun?”

The sound of V’s baritone brought you back to the present, blinking as he addressed one of his regulars.

“...ah. Rough week, huh?” V tilted his head, giving the camera an angelic smile, but you could see the hints of lewdness lingering underneath. 

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

You weren’t surprised to see the suggestive response that the user gave him, quickly followed by others expressing different ones but along the same line.

“Hmm, you wanna see me touch myself? Will that really make you feel better?”

You quietly cheered on KookyBun as they emphasized their need, causing V to give a short laugh as he shook his head. “You guys are so easy to rile up, you know that? Don’t worry. It’ll happen—” His voice lowered as he leaned in a bit. “Believe me. I’ve been dying to touch myself all day, too.”

Your breath hitched as the air seemed to get heavier now. Wanting to prepare ahead of time, you scooted back from your laptop to take your panties off, biting your lip as it clung to your damp folds for a second before letting go the farther you pulled it down. Tossing it to the side, you spread your legs on either side of your computer, seeing V resting a hand on his crotch. You let out a slight whimper at the visible bulge there.

V didn’t make any moves to please himself yet, being the tease he was. Instead, he bobbed his head to his music, losing himself in the tunes. But the chat wasn’t having it as you spotted another pleading message, complete with the puppy eyes emoji at the end.

“Wow, babyJ13, you’re impatient today, aren’t you?” The model laughed and shook his head. “Well, your dance instructor is still out with the flu, right? I guess you need another outlet for your energy.” He then had the nerve to tilt his head again, blinking innocently. 

“What do you think, guys? Should I indulge you?”

Straightening up, you brought your hands out to fly across the keyboard.

V licked his lips as the responses filed in, biting back a large grin not long after you sent in your own.

[Y/N]: yes please. Wanna see that beautiful cock of yours

“Alright then, since you guys asked so nicely…”

Your heart began hammering like usual as his hands crawled up to begin loosening his belt, watching like a hawk as those long fingers of his moved. You had seen this scenario so often before but it always brought the same reaction out of you each time.

His digits sliding away from the undone leather to the button of his slacks. His thumb and index finger pinching the metal tab of the zipper and lowering it down. His fingertips parting the fabric and pushing it down enough to reveal the thick outline straining against his briefs.

You swallowed hard as V laid his pointer finger on it, tracing up and down the shape with a whisper of a sigh. “Mm…I’ve got a surprise for you guys. Would you like to see it?”

You and everyone else in the chat expressed your approval, nearing desperation (at least you avoided the thirst emojis that were rampant). With a chuckle, V held onto the waistband of his underwear, lifting his hips up enough to shove it down his long legs, along with his slacks. Kicking them off, he sat back in his seat, spreading his legs and exposing what you were dying to see.

His cock had taken your breath away the first time you had seen it. The size was substantial for someone of his build and the shape pleasant enough to look at. Even when he wrapped his large hand around it, a good portion of it was still uncovered, making you wonder just how big he really was. But this time, what caught your eye was what laid at the base of it, eyes widening in lust.

“Ta da. Finally got to wear the ring velvetyeri sent me last week. You sure know how to pick them, thank you!” V ran his tongue over his bottom lip while poking at the rubber. 

“Wish I could’ve kept it on all day like you asked but I almost had a close call a few times. Sorry baby.”

She didn’t seem too bothered by it, judging by the multiple heart and kiss emojis she sent in the chat paired with praises of how good it looked on him.

“Heh, thank you for understanding. But now that I’m home...”

With that, the model reached down to hit the button on the side of the cock ring, hissing when a buzzing sound started. “Dammit...”

You felt yourself getting more and more turned on as the minutes ticked, needing some relief now that he was starting the action. Keeping your eyes on the screen, you blindly reached for your vibrator and lube, bringing it in front of you. You looked down to coat the toy in the liquid before throwing the bottle to the side. Taking in a deep breath, you brought it down to rest against your folds, hitting the switch with a soft moan as the vibrations made a pleasant heat form between your thighs. “Mm...”

“Hah, this thing is stronger than it looks, trust me. Mnh—” V looked down at his cock, reaching a long finger down to swirl around his flushed tip before murmuring, “Been leaking all fucking day...surprised it didn’t soak through to my pants.”

You wished you were right there in front of him to lick up the bead of precum that sat there.

But then V went and picked it up with his finger before bringing it closer to the camera, pressing his fingertip against his thumb repeatedly to show the viscosity. “Wish someone was here to clean this up for me...”

You shivered as he expressed what had been running through your mind. Reaching your free hand over, you typed a few words for the model.

[Y/N]: wish I was there too, baby. Will you touch yourself for us? Pls?

V chewed on his lip as he took a moment to read the comments again, nodding to you and everyone else asking the same question.

“Of course...can’t wait any longer myself. Need to make it wet though.” Before he could reach onto his desk for his lube, you quickly typed out a request.

[Y/N]: spit on it, V

He had to have seen your comment as he let out a small groan, looking directly into the lens with a raised brow. “Yeah, Y/N? That’s what you want?”

You tightened your hold on your toy while emphasizing your desire with a strong yes.

“Mm...alright.”

Biting back a smile, you watched as V took a few seconds to gather spit in his mouth before leaning over and letting it drop onto his upheld cock, moaning softly at the way it dripped down the tip and shaft. “There you go...”

Repeating the motion again, you saw him give the camera a smirk. “All better now?”

[Y/N]: yes, thank you ☺️💕 enjoy, baby

“Oh, don’t worry, I will.”

And with that, V began stroking himself languidly, head tipping back momentarily at the pleasure. “Ah, shit...that’s it—”

Clenching at how his voice lowered, you decided to mirror his movements by dragging the end of the vibrator up and down your slick folds, hips bucking a bit whenever you bumped against your clit. Just a couple of minutes of this had you panting into the darkness of your room. It’s times like these when you were glad that you lived by yourself, not confident that you would be able to stay quiet on nights like these.

“Ngh...fuck—” V paused his hand to thrust up into it a few times, making you wish that it was your pussy instead. “So glad I wore this ring today...everything feels so much stronger—”

You almost forgot about the cock ring for a second, licking your lips at the vibrating rubber. It was a pleasant surprise for tonight and your mind only ran off further into your fantasies. Imagining yourself riding this man, the vibrations hitting your clit repeatedly as his sizable hands dug into your ass, pulling you down occasionally to bury his dick deep, forcing you to writhe and whine on him as the stimulation came to be too much.

Your fingers wasted no time in upping the level of strength on your toy, eyes fluttering as you kept the end on your swollen bud now.

“O-Oh...mm—”

Time was lost on you as you kept teasing yourself, switching up the motions to match whatever V was doing to himself. Unfortunately, you found that you were getting worked up quicker than usual, your walls constantly clenching in need of something to fill it up. But you wanted to hold off, knowing that inserting the vibrator would bring you to your end sooner than expected.

“Shit...God, I wanna come so bad—”

Your head swung back up from leaning back to see V panting softly now, cheeks reddened and a light sweat starting to cover his face.

“Fuck, sorry guys, I don’t think I can last too long tonight— oh shit— All that edging is coming back to bite me in the ass...”

You weren’t mad at his announcement, at all. Turns out you were in the same predicament, this week having been a rough one that led to you having to spend a little time before the show teasing yourself in the shower. Licking your lips, you forced yourself to write something out, hoping he would see it in the midst of his ecstasy.

[Y/N]: it’s okay, baby, been worked up all day myself. Why don’t you open that shirt up before you make a mess on yourself?

V zeroed in on your suggestion, along with a few others, laughing in relief. “Oh, thank you...glad to know I’m not the only one. Don’t worry—” His free hand worked on unbuttoning his shirt as he husked, “I’ll make it up to you next time, promise.”

Too many times you’ve pictured your tongue running up each bump and circling around both of the dusky nipples. Your lips quirked, whether from the acknowledgment, his skin being slowly exposed or for something to look forward to next week, you didn’t know. For now, you focused on his trim torso that was soon revealed, a light sheen on the tanned skin.

“There, much better. Now...” V shifted to get more comfortable in his chair, hips resting on the edge now. “Shall we?”

You could never brace yourself for his strong and fluid thrusts, your breath always halting at the sight. The sounds of his fist hitting his groin echoed through the speakers and paired with his low growls and moans, prompting you to take it up a notch yourself as well. 

Taking in a deep breath, you moved the tip of the toy down to part your folds before pressing it inside with a short gasp, the vibrations already stimulating your needy walls. You bit down on your lip as you went in as far as you liked, taking a moment to pause and whimper as your toes dug into the comforter, feeling a bit overwhelmed for a second. 

After a minute, you began thrusting the device in and out, unable to match his pace but close enough that you could pretend that he was here in bed, fucking you instead of his hand.

The thought made your arousal leak out even more, dripping past the toy and down your ass. Maybe you should have gotten the towel out tonight.

As time went by, you couldn’t tell what was louder; the squelching of your pussy, V’s guttural groans or your own unabashed moans.

“Goddamn— You fucking yourself right now, baby?”

You knew he was talking to everyone as a whole but you whimpered out like he was directly in front of you.

“Y-Yes—“

V chuckled huskily, pausing on the thrusting to twist his hand a little faster over himself now. “Yeah? You better be…think about my cock spreading you out nice and well— Mm…” His mouth fell open in sheer bliss before his head fell back against the chair. “Oh baby…you feel so fucking good right now—!”

Your hand reached up under your t-shirt and rolled your nipple between your trembling fingers. “Oh V…”

You could tell by the way the tip of his cock was nearly red and the more frequent words coming out of his open mouth that he was close to coming. Fuck, you were too...

Your wrist was probably going to protest but you sped up the rhythm of your vibrator, knees bending back the closer you got to your climax. The hand on your breast groped the flesh as you watched V continue to work his hand over himself faster and faster until a strangled gasp escaped him all of a sudden.

“O-Oh fuck me...ah—!”

V forced his head to come up, breathing ragged as heavy onyx eyes looked directly into the camera. Directly into your soul.

“I can’t hold back anymore, baby. You better fucking come with me, mnh! Shit—“ He gave himself a harder squeeze before resuming his pace. “Come on, do it with me, come on—”

Not wanting to deny his plea, you focused on hitting your release, whispering out in desperation to the empty room, “Please baby, make me come, make me come on your big dick, please—!”

It only took less than a minute before V let out a choked sound before an audible groan came out, the back of his head smacking into the leather. This was immediately followed by a spurt of white shooting out of his tip, strong enough to land on his chest.

“O-Oh my God—! Fuck!”

With that, your own climax came in like a ton of bricks, forcing you to fall back onto the bed as you cried out into the darkness. “V!”

Somehow your hand was able to keep moving rather than seizing up with the rest of your body, the thrusting and vibrations on the verge of overstimulating you until you were forced to pause as you felt something drench your hand. You were too caught up in your orgasm to look, doing your best to ride it out until your body finally gave you a break. Slumping against the comforter and shutting the toy off, you panted as your hand slid down from your breast to rest on your stomach, taking a minute to calm down.

“S-Shit...damn, that was a lot...”

At the sound of V’s breathless exclamation, you compelled your head to lift up, gasping weakly at what greeted you.

V lounged in his chair as he looked down at his torso, covered in multiple streaks of his come from his upper chest all the way down to his bellybutton. If there was any doubt that he had been edging himself all day, it was wiped away with the physical evidence of his release.

“Good thing I opened my shirt up, haha...”

The model brought his head back up to shoot the camera a spent yet satisfied look, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweat-covered brow. “How was that, baby? Did you come hard too?”

You had to give a feeble nod, still feeling the aftershocks in your toes.

“Good, I think we both deserved it.”

Using what little strength you had left, you sat up and looked between your legs, flustering at the wet spot housed on the comforter. Looks like you would have to take a trip to the laundromat in the morning.

Carefully easing the vibrator out of yourself, you winced at the wet sound that emerged before you rested it on your hand towel, wiping your hand off on the rest of it. Looking at the screen again, you nibbled on your lip as you saw V raising a brow as he read over the chat.

“Mm...you want me to taste it?” Your breath caught at the suggestion. “I mean...why not?”

V obliged the request by picking up one of the trails with his pointer finger, slipping it into his mouth, closing his lips around it. The curious look on his face was replaced with one of mild distaste. “Hmm...not terrible but I wouldn’t do it again. I’m sure you guys would enjoy it much more than me though, right?”

You would give your left kidney for a chance to taste his come.

Now came the ending of the show, consisting of V continuing to talk to everyone while he cleaned himself off yet made no move to redress. His confidence in his body showed in the way he lounged in his chair despite the fact that everything was hanging out. Sometimes you envied him.

“Okay guys, you know I hate to do this but I have to go now.”

You couldn’t help but pout every time he did this, realizing that you’d have to wait a whole week until you saw his handsome face again.

“But before I sign off, I have a huge announcement!”

Now your ears perked up and your back straightened.

V gave the camera one of his boxy grins and clapped his hands together. “So! The other day, my manager and I talked things out with the company about that little contest I wanted to do.” A few viewers must have expressed their confusion as he clarified, “Ah, sorry, this was a couple of weeks ago so some of you might not have been around during the show. Well, I got the idea from a fellow cammer of mine and I wanted to give one of you beautiful people the chance to be my co-host for a day!”

Your jaw dropped as you let out a sound of incredulity. How could you have missed this? You hadn’t skipped any of his shows, maybe this was on a day where you came so hard that your ears were ringing for a while.

“And guess what?” He gave a thumbs up, teeth on full display. 

“We got the approval to go ahead! So starting tomorrow at 10 AM, we’re going to open up a link where you can enter to be a lucky winner! The contest will be open until next Friday at 10 PM so there’s plenty of time to enter. Each subscriber will have at least one chance to enter and certain actions will allow for multiple entries. All the details will be on the entry page along with contact info for any questions you have.”

The chat went into a frenzy with the announcement but all you could do was sit there, a giddiness building up in you. You tried not to get too excited though; you never had the best luck when it came to contests.

“Alright everyone, that’s all I can give for now. And for safety reasons, the winner will be emailed by my manager and not publicly announced. Not saying that I don’t trust you guys but we want this to go as smoothly as possible.”

With that, V gave everyone a pleasant smile.

“I wish you all good luck if you decide to enter. Have a good night and please enjoy your weekend. Until next time—“ He held his thumb and index finger together in the shape of a heart, pressing it to his lips before holding it out to the camera. 

“Borahae!”

And just like that, the black rectangle returned.

A contest where you could end up doing a show with V…

You had to admit that you were surprised that the model was even doing this in the first place. He had been mainly solo in his work, never indicating that he wanted another person to join him. Not that you were complaining.

If you got the chance to win, you could only imagine all of the things you’d want to do with him.

But a sudden yawn burst from your chest, leaving you unable to think of what you could do. Sighing, you got up and began cleaning; the least you had to do was take a quick shower and strip your soaking comforter.

“Yes, I…no, I did send the financial report to Ryujin. Can you ask if it may have ended up in her junk mail by accident?” A pause. “…yes, I understand but tech support still hasn’t gotten back to me on why my emails keep going there.”

You rolled your eyes, glad for the cubicle.

“Mhm…yes, I’ll try to have the request expedited. And—“ Your brow raised. “Wh— Tomorrow? But isn’t the deadline over two weeks from now?”

You listened to the voice on the other end go on for almost two minutes before you could get a word in.

“Yes, I understand. I will do my best to have it on your desk by then. Okay, goodbye.”

It was difficult not to slam your phone onto the receiver with the bullshit that just happened. Of course, your boss had to question whether you were capable of your job while dumping more work on your already full load.

And it was only Monday.

“For fuck’s sake…”

You grumbled to yourself, shaking your head as you turned to your monitor, looking for the email tech support had sent to you a week ago saying that they would have your issue fixed within two days. Lying bastards.

After typing a strongly worded follow up to them, you sat back in your chair and sighed, rubbing your temple as you tried to hold off the faint throbbing there. Thankfully, you only had fifteen minutes to go before you had an hour to eat and do something that would ease your stress for the rest of the workday. 

You decided to send an email to Mark, reminding him to send you the contact list for the latest clients. The two of you went back and forth until your alarm went off, signaling the beginning of your lunch break.

Deciding to hit up the buffet down the street, you walked in to get your usual options before taking a seat in the upstairs dining area, plopping down next to the window to get a good view of the bustling streets. You scrolled through your phone as you ate, smiling and shaking your head at some of the ridiculous posts Jules sent you. After replying to each one, you decided to check your personal email.

You were looking to delete the junk and make a mental note of any good sales going on but a part of your brain couldn’t help but wonder about the contest.

You earned about five entries, between subscribing to V and your donations, upping your chance a bit but you weren’t expecting much. The entry page had closed Friday night and you hadn’t heard anything. To say you were disappointed would be an understatement. All you could do was give your well wishes to whoever the lucky winner was and make sure to support them by rooting them on this Friday (even though you would be wishing you were in their place).

Sighing, you took a sip of your drink, ready to close your email until you spotted a message from an unfamiliar email.

The sender was Jung Hoseok and the only part of the conversation you could see was a basic greeting. Figuring that it was just spam, you decided to get a laugh out of whatever ridiculousness they tried to send you now and opened it.

Sender: Jung Hoseok ([email protected])

Title: Congratulations!

Hello Y/N,

We would like to congratulate you on being the lucky winner of the Victory Lap with V contest on behalf of the company!

V appreciates your support for his work and looks forward to spending a day with you! We apologize for the delay in contacting you, our process in deciding a winner is meticulous in order to weed out bots or cheaters, we aim to give all of our loyal viewers a fair chance. With that in mind, there are procedures and rules that must be followed before we can proceed, though.

Bangbangtan strives to keep its employees safe and healthy and requires the following:

A face to face meetup to discuss rules for the show (Skype is allowed if unable to meet in person)

Printed results of a recent STD test with negative results (must be within three days of meeting up)

(For female-identifying viewers) some form of birth control if condoms do not want to be used (condoms will be required if you are NOT on it)

Failure to follow any of these requirements will result in you losing your spot in which we will be contacting the runner-up instead. Please respect our rules and understand that these are in place for a reason.

To set up a time and date to meet, please reply to this email ASAP; a meeting must be made by Wednesday afternoon, the latest.

Once again, congratulations on winning, we look forward to working with you!

Jung Hoseok

Client Manager | Social Media Manager

Bangbangtan

Your fork dropped faster than your mouth did.

No way.

No fucking way.

Was this real?

Maybe some sleazeball had gotten your email and decided to play a prank on you.

Picking up your now dirty utensil, you placed it to the side before squinting at the message. Unsure about the legitimacy of this, you opened up the reply window and typed out a message that was along the lines of gratefulness tinged with skepticism. After sending it out, you got up to grab another fork and a refill.

Sitting back down, you refreshed your email, not expecting an immediate answer from the supposed manager. But lo and behold, a new message popped up.

You opened it with hesitation, only for it to ebb away the more you read.

Sender: Jung Hoseok ([email protected])

Title: Re: Re: Congratulations!

Hello Y/N,

Please, don’t apologize for questioning this email, it’s understandable that you would be wary! This is a legitimate message but I can send you a link to my page on the company website for you to look over. We want you to feel as comfortable as possible so don’t hesitate to ask any more questions.

https://www.bangbangtan.com/profiles/jung-hoseok

Jung Hoseok

Client Manager | Social Media Manager

Bangbangtan

And with that, you opened the link, praying that nothing too compromising was on there. Luckily, it was a simple page with a picture of a handsome man with a rather bright smile and equally luminescent platinum blonde hair. And below that and his bio were pictures and links to his clients that he handled. Sure enough, V’s black and white photo was in the beginning, making your heart skip as it all set in.

You won.

You fucking won!

It wasn’t a scream, but a sound of elation escaped your lips, prompting the one diner near you to look at you funny. You shot them a sheepish smile before looking down at your phone again, gaze locked in on the smoldering model on the screen. To think that you actually got lucky with this opportunity...

You were so excited that you almost forgot to look over your schedule and message Hoseok back with details on where to meet up this week. After going back and forth, the two of you agreed to meet up Wednesday around lunch hour at a cafe that was twenty minutes away but made up for it with bomb croissants. Marking it down in your calendar, you remembered to contact the nearest clinic to see if you could get in for a test before you went home for the day.

The rest of your workday went by with the usual crap but you had a pep in your step as you went to get tested. It was hard not to laugh at how the worker was confused as to how happy you were asking for an STD check, used to tears or scowls. But you left after the screening to head home for the day, hoping that tomorrow would go smoothly.

Of course, you were asking for too much as your boss reprimanded you for your email issue still not getting resolved (how was that your fault?) and making a minor mistake on the charts that needed more than one day to perfect (but someone insisted on having it way ahead of the deadline). 

You were this close to telling them to shove their paperweight up their ass and walking out of that office with your belongings. But there was a funny little thing called rent that wouldn’t care that you decided to stand up to your superior. The only thing that got you through the rest of the day was rereading the congratulatory email, your frown easing up each time.

And then came Wednesday.

You got to work bright and early, hoping you’d be able to go out a bit sooner than expected for your lunch. The clinic had called you too late yesterday to say that your results were ready (they were negative, thank goodness) so you had to run there before the meeting. You managed to sneak out without your boss noticing, speed-walking to the building in your heels. You were making good time with the papers in your hand until a traffic jam blocked off the intersection, cursing at the idiot truck driver who decided to try and beat the yellow light. Now you had to nearly run to get to the cafe, trying not to look like a hot mess when you blew through the glass door, sweating underneath your blouse and blazer.

Giving one of the waitresses a flustered smile back, you scanned the dining area to see if you could spot Hoseok and V. Sure enough, a head of platinum blond hair and one of black hair sat by one of the windows, facing away from you. Straightening your posture and wiping off the sweat on your brow, you walked over to the table, clearing your throat to catch their attention.

It was hard not to feel a little weak at the two handsome faces that smiled up at you now.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s me!”

Hoseok got up first with a sunny grin, holding out a hand to you. 

“Hello, nice to meet you! Jung Hoseok, I’m V’s manager. Well, you already figured that out in our emails but I have to be formal and all that crap.”

You giggled at this man’s easygoing disposition as you shook his hand, already feeling your nerves lessening. “Understandable. It’s lovely to meet you too!”

Hoseok let go and stepped aside to allow the other man to come forward. “And well, I’m sure you know this guy as well but I’ll let him introduce himself anyways.”

It took everything in you not to faint at the sight of the gorgeous being standing in front of you.

Seeing V in person in the daytime was completely different to seeing him in the dim purple lighting of his bedroom. His expression was less sensual and his face softer, cheeks pronounced as he grinned at you. 

The eyes that would practically fuck you through the camera squinted in humor at the awestruck look on your face. But it was still him. The parted black hair, the tall and lean form in a button-up with palm leaves and hibiscus that only someone like V could pull off.

And then he opened his mouth.

“Hello Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Yup. It was him, alright.

You realized that you were leaving him hanging, clearing the lump in your throat before you took his hand into yours, screaming internally at how it nearly engulfed your own.

“I-It’s nice to meet you as well, V. I still can’t believe this is happening...”

V chuckled. “Oh, believe it. And please, you don’t have to keep calling me by my stage name.”

You blinked. “Oh...what should I call you, then?”

“Taehyung will do. Tae is fine, too.”

You couldn’t lie, you felt pretty special right now to have this privilege. “Okay...Taehyung.”

Taehyung smiled wider. “Much better. Here, take a seat.”

He went to the other side and pulled your chair out for you, making your cheeks warm as you thanked him before sitting down. Once the other two men took their seats, Hoseok called a waiter over to have everyone place their orders. The three of you made small talk as you waited, although you had to behave and try not to let your eyes linger on Taehyung for too long, still fascinated at seeing him in the flesh. Thankfully, the food and drinks didn’t take long to arrive.

“So Y/N—”

You looked up at Hoseok after taking a bite of your chocolate-filled croissant.

“Do you have any prior experience with being on film?”

Swallowing the pastry, you shook your head. “No, not at all. I mean, I was considering on camming at one point in time but I never followed through.”

“Oh really? Why the change of heart?”

“Mm, I couldn’t think of what to do that would help me stand out, the market is pretty oversaturated as it is. Whatever I could do was way out of my comfort zone.”

Taehyung chuckled after sipping his coffee. “I hear you, it’s hard to stand out in an industry like this. I went through the same thing in the beginning until I finally got my footing.”

You blinked in surprise at his admission. “Really? You?”

“Mhm.” Taehyung set his cup down. “A nice face and body can only take you so far if you don’t have the personality to back it up.”

Hoseok jumped in, “And I’ve seen that way too many times for my liking. A young hot thing comes into the office thinking that they’ve got it made because they were blessed with good looks only to tap out after a month.” He sighed and shook his head. 

“It’s a shame but the cam life isn’t for everyone, you know?”

You nodded in understanding, taking a sip of your iced tea. “That’s why I admire people like V— I mean, Taehyung. It’s unfair that some want to label this work as illegitimate, I mean, it is a job at the end of the day.”

Both men lit up at your comment. “Exactly! Clothes on or off, you’re still making a living, right?”

You grinned at Hoseok’s chipper tone. “Right!”

Taehyung flashed his teeth at you. “Hyung, I think we’ve picked a good one here, I like her attitude.”

As if you weren’t already feeling flustered, he just had to go and say that.

“Oh, don’t flatter me so much. I mean, I am one of your biggest fans but—”

Before you realized it, the praise flew out of your mouth, making your eyes widen. Way to sound like a typical admirer!

“W-Wait, I—”

Both Taehyung and Hoseok laughed at your backtracking, the former waving you off with a humorous grin. 

“Ah, relax Y/N, I appreciate the kind words, really! It’s much different hearing it in person than through a virtual chat—” His head tilted. “Good to know at least one of my followers isn’t a bot.”

His little joke made a giggle escape, forcing yourself to break eye contact from his warm gaze as you shoved the last of your croissant in your mouth. Your embarrassment ebbed as the three of you continued to eat and converse. Once your dishes were removed, Hoseok cleared his throat.

“Okay, now that we’re all happy and full, let’s get down to business.”

You almost forgot what you were here for, thanks to the interesting conversations you were having.

Nodding, you watched as the manager reached down into his bag on the floor, pulling out a small stack of papers on a clipboard and a fountain pen. Hoseok set it down in the middle of the table before speaking in a more professional tone.

“As I mentioned in the email, we must discuss the rules required for us to allow you to perform with Taehyung. It’s not a mile-long list but I need you to understand that each one is non-negotiable—” His face steeled. 

“Failure to comply with any of them will result in you forfeiting your spot. Is that understandable, Y/N?”

You did your best not to swallow at how Hoseok did a 180 just now, keeping a straight face as you gave a firm nod. “Yes, I understand.”

Hoseok’s face lightened up a bit at your answer. “Excellent. Then let’s get started.”

He flipped the first two pages open to a paper with a numbered list. “These are all the rules, read each of them thoroughly and please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.”

You brought the clipboard closer to read over it.

Negative test results for possible STDs must be presented at the time of this meeting. The test must be taken within three days and valid. Any suspicion of false or forged results will result in the termination of the winner’s spot.

Birth control is required, via (female-presenting winners) pill, shot, IUD or condoms. If the winner is negative yet is not on birth control, condoms will be required.

If the model has a pseudonym, please use it on camera in order to protect their identity.

Respect each other’s boundaries. Consent is key for our clients and everyone has things they are and are not willing to try. Safewords must be defined and respected (if used) and the winner must read over and understand the client’s list of kinks they are comfortable and uncomfortable with. Failure to do so will result in termination of the winner’s spot and possible legal action.

(OPTIONAL) Winners are allowed to hide their identity on film. We understand that having your face and name connected to sex work can be risky and respect any wishes to keep it private.

Winners will receive a share of the profits from the show/video. Footage may not be used for your own profits; this includes reuploading to other sites or editing. Personal use is permitted, we encourage our viewers to look back on their time with our clients fondly!

You hummed a few times as you processed each of the rules. Hoseok was right, the list wasn’t long at all but the weight of it was sinking in, especially on the fifth one. Although, you were pleased to see that this company took the well-being of their employees seriously, at least from what was on the paper. It also surprised you to read the last rule, thinking that you would be doing this for free (not that you wouldn’t let Taehyung do many things to you for free).

Looking up when you were done, you gave both men a smile. “These all sound pretty reasonable, does anyone ever give you trouble?”

Hoseok rolled his dark eyes. “Oh, you’d be surprised. I haven’t had problems since I started managing Tae but my other clients have had issues. One particular person had to get blacklisted because they refused to accept any of these.”

You scoffed. “Always has to be that one person.”

“Seriously. But back on track—” He picked up the pen and held it out to you. “You’re on board with all of these rules, correct?”

“Yes, I am.”

Hoseok beamed. “Excellent! There’s a line on the bottom for your signature so please give it a scribble when you’re ready.”

Taking the pen from him, you signed in the designated area before he flipped through the next couple of pages, going over details concerning how filming works and suggestions on how to prepare. Thank God he summarized each page because your eyes were beginning to hurt at the large amount of tiny words. You kept on until he finally reached a page that had your brows lifting and your face warming.

“And here’s the Kinks and Consent list! These are all acts that Taehyung is interested in and comfortable with—” Hoseok chuckled. 

“I’m sure you’re familiar with some of these by now but we have these written down for transparency. Now, these aren’t all guaranteed to occur during filming and you have every right not to perform the ones you aren’t comfortable with.” Now he flipped to the next page, a carbon copy of the previous one but blank. 

“So we’ll have you write down what you’re content with so you can discuss it with Taehyung and come to an agreement.”

Nodding, your brain tried to come up with what exactly you were into, aside from the vanilla stuff. Tapping your pen on the table, you took a couple of minutes to think before you began writing. Thankfully, Hoseok and Taehyung chose to have their own conversation rather than stare at you. You didn’t need that added pressure right now.

It took about ten minutes but you caught their attention after you set the pen down. “All done!”

Taehyung smiled at you. “Great! Alright, let me see what you’ve got.”

Sliding the clipboard and pen over to him, you watched with bated breath as the model looked over the list, occasionally humming or raising his brow. After what felt like an eternity, Taehyung looked up with a boxy grin. 

“You’ve got some interesting things on here, Y/N. Nothing too out of my comfort zone, though.”

You sighed in relief, slumping in your chair a bit. “Thank God.”

He chuckled at your reaction. “Here, take a look at mine and feel free to let me know if you’re not okay with any of them.”

You flipped back to the previous page to look over Taehyung’s list. As Hoseok said, you weren’t too surprised at most of them but a couple had you blinking in wonder. You discussed those with the model, letting him know if they could be skipped for now. He gave you an emphatic nod, urging you to cross them out for reference. Once you got to a point where you were satisfied, you signed on your own page.

“There.”

Hoseok grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! So you’re both on board with each other’s lists?”

The two of you gave your affirmation, receiving a pleased sound from the manager. 

“Wonderful! Alright, now I need a couple of things from you, Y/N, and then we can wrap this up.”

“Of course, what do you need?”

“I’m going to need your test results and I just have to ask you a few questions and jot down your answers.”

“Got it.”

You grabbed your papers from the empty seat and handed them over to Hoseok, who had slipped on a pair of oversized black reading glasses. He took a minute to read over everything, nodding in satisfaction. 

“Everything looks good here.” He handed the papers back to you before flipping to yet another page in the stack, bringing the clipboard closer to him and picking up the pen. “So, I’ll have to ask you questions regarding preferences, just so everything is clear-cut.”

You clasped your hands on the table. “Shoot.”

“Okay.” The blond cleared his throat. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes, I’ve been on the shot for a few years now.”

Hoseok nodded while writing. “Good. Would you prefer Taehyung to wear a condom, regardless?”

You had to look off to the side to think. “...he doesn’t have to.”

“Okay. This next one might be a bit awkward but it’s necessary.” A brow raised. “Would you prefer he come inside or outside?”

You were glad your iced tea was long gone or else you would have choked on it. The heat in your cheeks flared. “I-I...I think outside would be best, less of a mess to clean up.”

“Understandable.” More scribbling. “And last one, do you want to use a pseudonym and have your face obscured for privacy?”

That one, you had to take a moment to yourself to ponder. Maybe you should say yes just in case someone from your job happened to be strolling along the camsite one night and saw your face. But somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much. Not like this was your dream job in the first place...

“No...I’ll show my face and use my name, I don’t mind.”

Hoseok looked at you for a couple of seconds, watching for hesitation before nodding and jotting down your answer. As soon as he finished, he slid the clipboard to you once more. “Alright, I just need one last signature from you and then we’re done.”

Taking the pen from him, you signed on the bottom line before setting it down on top. “There.”

With that, Hoseok removed his glasses and shot you a sunny smile. “Fantastic!” He looked over at Taehyung. “Well Tae, what do you think?”

Taehyung looked up in thought for a moment, keeping you on your toes until he gave you a boxy grin. “I think Friday is going to be a lot of fun with you around, Y/N.”

You lit up like a lamp at his approval, eyes twinkling in delight. “So is that a yes?”

“It’s a definite yes.”

The men chuckled at the sound of glee you let out. “Great! I can’t wait! Oh, hold on, one more thing—” Your head tilted. “Is there anything special I should wear?”

Both Hoseok and Taehyung shook their heads, the former speaking first. “No Y/N, all we ask is that you look put together so wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Although, it’d be easy on everyone if you wore something that could come off easily…”

“Taehyung.”

The younger man blinked at his manager, now giving him a deadpan look. “What, am I wrong?”

“You’re not but could you say it in a less perverted way?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Didn’t mean it like that, blame my natural voice.”

You wondered how true that was when you caught him shooting you a wink from the side, making your cheeks warm a little.

“Anyways—” Hoseok held his hand out to you with a grin. “Congratulations again on winning, we’re happy to be working with you, Y/N!”

You quickly shook his hand. “Likewise. Thank you for the opportunity!”

Taehyung reached out to shake yours next, giving it a subtle squeeze that made your stomach flutter. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. I hope we’ll have a good time together!

All you could do was show your excitement with the brightest smile you could muster, not trusting your mouth to not blurt out something else embarrassing.

The three of you parted ways after the bill was paid (you tried to insist on giving your share but Hoseok was having none of it), promising to keep in contact with each other if any unexpected changes came up. You were flying high the rest of the day, even when Felix passed off his work onto you yet again and tech support told you that they had to reopen your wonky email case.

As long as Friday was still a go, nothing could kill your mood.

Whoever said global warming is a myth needed to get their face shoved in a lava pit.

It was nighttime and the A/C in your Lyft was on high. The morning was much worse, forcing you to forgo your usual blazer in favor of a light cardigan at work. You had to keep checking your shirt for pit stains as well since the air in the office decided to act up today, of all days.

But you stopped yourself and pushed any thoughts of your crappy job from your mind, looking to focus on what would be occurring in the next hour.

You were on your way to Taehyung’s house for the show, Hoseok having given you the address the other day with instructions to come at least thirty minutes early. Maybe you were a little overzealous in leaving on time, seeing as you were five minutes away and it was only 9:13.

Nothing wrong with punctuality, right?

As soon as you got home from work, you spent hours grooming yourself, picking out an outfit and looking up articles of dirty talk online. You were so engrossed in everything that your dumb ass almost forgot to eat something. At least you had leftovers from lunch to gorge on.

You had also debated on how dressed up you should be, seeing as how you were going to have everything ripped off at some point. But you didn’t want to look like a slob and a tiny part of you wanted to impress Taehyung without trying too hard. So you ended up deciding on a sleeveless shirt (minus a bra) and denim shorts and chose to go for a bare face, putting extra attention on your hair.

And before you knew it, it was time to call for a ride.

The car stopped all of a sudden, prompting you to look up in surprise to see a row of houses outside the window. Thanking the driver, you got out and forced yourself to go up the walkway to stand in front of the door, nervousness starting to set in. You came this far, you couldn’t back out now, not after getting their hopes up.

“Look, you’ve got this, Y/N. Just think about how much fun you’re going to have and try not to focus on the fact that a ton of strangers will be watching you have sex...”

Whatever reassurance you felt was swept away by the latter part.

You cursed to yourself. You and your stupid mouth.

Ringing the doorbell, you tapped your foot in order to give your nerves an outlet. You didn’t have much time to do it as the door opened, revealing the grinning face of Hoseok.

“Ah, Y/N, welcome! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside to let you enter the house. “Tae’s finishing up upstairs, he should be down any second now.”

Nodding, you looked around as Hoseok led you down the entryway and into a living room. Taehyung’s house had a simple and cozy vibe with various shades of black, brown and blue thrown around. You spotted picture frames with abstract art and various jazz musicians, not surprising to you as Taehyung had mentioned his interests outside of sex work.

“Take a seat, make yourself comfortable. Mr. Movie Star is fussing with his hair even though I told him it’s most likely going to get messed up.”

You giggled at how Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that wouldn’t make much sense, would it?”

“Right?! Ah, I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Laughing at the thankful look the manager gave you, you decided to take a seat on the leather couch, sitting upright. No point in getting too comfortable when Taehyung could arrive any second. Next to the couch, you spotted a rolling desk with a laptop set up on it, tilting your head in question.

“Is that yours, Hoseok?”

“Please, Y/N, call me Hobi. And yes, it is! Gotta moderate the chat room and be on standby in case anything happens during the show.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the last part of his statement. “A-Anything? Like what?”

Hoseok shrugged, hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “Oh, you know, the toy gets stuck somewhere, the model starts saying things they’re not supposed to, stuff like that.”

You winced at his explanation, hoping none of that would occur today. Hoseok noticed your reaction and slipped his hands out to hold them up in a comforting gesture. 

“Ah, don’t worry though! That usually happens with some of my other clients but I’ve never had an issue with Tae before. Besides, judging by what was written in the contract—” He gave you a sunny smile. “I’m confident you two won’t have any problems.”

His reassurance did help a little but you couldn’t help but worry. Not about Taehyung but yourself. This was way out of your element. Hopefully you could calm down by the time the show started, not wanting to embarrass yourself and have Taehyung feeling like he should have picked another viewer to join him instead.

“Hyung, I’m ready! Is Y/N here yet?”

You and Hoseok looked out into the entryway where the deep voice came from.

“Yeah, she just arrived! Get your butt down here!”

Immediately, footsteps were heard bounding down a flight of stairs before Taehyung’s tall form appeared in the doorway, a pleased smile on his handsome face as he saw you. To your surprise, he wasn’t as formal today, opting for a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Didn’t mitigate his good looks whatsoever. If anything, it drew more attention to them.

“Y/N, good to see you again!”

You smiled at Taehyung, standing up as he walked over to let him give you a hug. Your nose twitched at the wafting scent of cologne and body wash coming from him. “Same to you!”

Taehyung stepped back, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry for the wait, had to take a shower, the heat today killed me.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. It’s so late and yet it’s still so hot.” You motioned to your outfit. “I wasn’t planning to wear shorts tonight but Mother Nature said ‘fuck you’.”

Taehyung let his eyes travel over you, nodding. “Gotta do what makes you comfortable, right?”

“Mhm.”

Hoseok walked over to his laptop, peeking at whatever was on the screen. 

“Looks like everyone is filing in already. Tae and Y/N, why don’t the two of you head up and get settled in before the show starts?”

Taehyung nodded. “Sure.” He turned to you and held an arm out towards the hallway. “Shall we?”

You nodded and gave Hoseok a pleasant smile. “Well, here we go…”

He walked back to you and rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you an encouraging grin. “Don’t worry, you’ve got this. Just do what feels right and don’t push yourself too hard. Besides—“ He beamed at his client. 

“You’re in good hands here.”

With his words, you felt your worries ease a smidge, especially with how he vouched for Taehyung. “Thank you Hobi. See you when it’s all over.”

“Absolutely. Have fun, you two! Don’t be afraid to let me know if you need anything at all, I’ll be sitting here the whole time.”

The two of you gave him a thumbs up before Taehyung started leading the way out and up the stairs. At the end of the hallway was an open door that you followed him into, mouth opening at the somewhat familiar sight. His bedroom looked the exact same as it did in his videos, minus the purple lighting but with the addition of objects that gave hints as to who V was outside of camming.

A vase with a single rose on his dresser. The empty dog bed at the far corner of the room. And an easel with a half-finished painting over by the window.

“And here’s where the magic happens.”

Your lips twitched at his words, giving the model an amused look. “Quite the setup you’ve got here.”

Taehyung chuckled as you went along with his joke. “Thanks, it doubles as a sleeping space too.”

“Oh my God.” You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “So you’re a comedian too? What can’t you do?”

“Well—” He pouted. “I can’t change a tire or binge watch a show in one day.”

Now you laughed even louder, feeling your anxiety going away even more. “Come on Tae, you need to fix that one of these days!”

“I will, I will, promise!”

With his puppy-eyed look, you giggled. Deciding to get comfortable before everything started, you went to the foot of the bed and sat down, Taehyung joining you soon after. The two of you remained quiet for a bit until he decided to break the silence.

“Feeling nervous?”

You looked up from your lap to see him gazing at you with his dark eyes. “Honestly, yes.”

Taehyung gave you a sympathetic smile, reaching a hand up to rest it on your bare shoulder (his touch felt so warm). “I can imagine, it’s a lot to handle. But a part of you must have really wanted to be on here or else you wouldn’t have signed up, no?”

“No, you’re right. I think...” You twiddled your thumbs and looked down again. “I think it’s a mix of that plus having to perform with someone way more experienced in this than I am. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Taehyung’s smile dimmed a bit at your admission. “Y/N, don’t count yourself out before we’ve even started. Besides...can I tell you something?”

Your head came up to give him a curious gaze. “Sure.”

His tongue ran out over his lips as his eyes darted off to the side for a while before returning. He looked almost timid now. “I’m pretty nervous too.”

Eyes widening in disbelief, you questioned, “You? Nervous? But you do this so often, why are you nervous?”

“Well, this is the first time I’m doing anything with another person. At least with myself, I know what my limits are and how to time things out, you know?”

Your face softened in understanding. “No, I get what you’re saying. But if you’re going to perform with me just like you do when you’re alone, then I think you’ll be fine.”

That seemed to ease Taehyung’s worries as his smile returned. “Thanks, Y/N...heh, look at this, I should be the one reassuring you, not the other way around!”

“Oh stop, does it really matter how it goes?” You beamed at the other before giving him a double thumbs-up. “I think we’ll be fine. Like Hobi said, I’m in good hands.”

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more drawn to him, Taehyung grinned so wide that the backs of his teeth showed and his eyes squinted. He reflected your thumbs-up. “Then I guess we’ve got this in the bag.”

With that, the two of you spent the rest of the free time getting to know each other. You told him about what you did for a living and what you liked to do outside of that. Taehyung did likewise, revealing that he worked at an art museum and created his own paintings as well. Your jaw dropped when he mentioned that some of the frames you saw downstairs were his own works, commending him on his talent. He got a bit bashful and explained how he would love to do it full-time but it wasn’t enough to make a living, hence why he cammed on the side.

But before you realized, he looked over at his computer, jumping up to finish setting up for the show.

You thought your nervousness was gone but it decided to make a comeback now that it was actually about to happen.

Your fingers dug into the sheets while you gnawed on your bottom lip, watching as Taehyung double-checked everything. You hoped you disguised your anxiety enough when he turned back around to give you an expectant look.

“We’ve got two minutes to go...are you ready?”

Fuck no.

“Absolutely!”

Taehyung’s boxy grin came back before he ran out into the hallway, shouting down the stairs. “Hobi-hyung, we’re ready!”

“Alright Tae, we’re all set up down here, connection looks good and no one’s complaining about issues getting into the chat. We’re good to go!”

“Great!” With that, Taehyung ran back in, shutting the door behind him before messing with the lighting, causing you to jump as the room went from soft white to rich purple. He then walked over to the stereo and turned on some light jazz music, adding to the atmosphere. Once he was done, he plopped back down in his previous spot. 

“Alright Y/N, just keep your eye on the webcam as much as you can. And try to talk to the viewers a bit too, reading and answering their questions makes them happy.” He shot you a smirk.

“But I’m sure you knew that already, right?”

Clearing your throat as your face heated up, you nodded. “Y-Yeah, I did.”

“Good. Looks like it’s showtime—” His hand came up to give you a gentle pat on the back. “You’re going to do great.”

You didn’t have time to thank him for his encouragement as the screen changed, showing a mirror image of you and Taehyung sitting together with the side portion consisting of the chatroom. Your eyes did their best not to bug out as you looked at the lens and straightened your posture.

“Hello everyone! Welcome back, I hope you all had an excellent week.” Taehyung read over the few comments asking how his week went. “Oh, you know, the usual bullshit but I’ve been pretty anxious for today...”

As he trailed off, his head turned towards you to give a bright grin (which you did your best to reflect). “Because we’ve got the lucky winner here today! Why don’t you introduce yourself to the chat?”

Nodding a little too quickly, you cleared the lump in your throat once more and gave a shy wave to the camera. “H-Hello everybody, I’m Y/N, um...” Oh right. “It’s nice to meet you all, but I’m sure I’ve talked to a few of you before, haha...”

Taehyung chuckled. “Thank you for joining me, Y/N. Are you excited to be here?”

“Of course!” You had to bite back your radiant grin as you tapped your feet on the wooden floor. “I-I still can’t believe I won...this is still a lot to process.”

“Well, believe it—” He scooted closer to bump his knee against yours. “This is the real deal and we’re going to have some fun today, right?”

You were ready to answer right away but the way his voice lowered towards the end tripped you up. “R-Right.”

Taehyung kept his professionalism going by continuing to interact with the chat and you but he could feel how restless you were. If you weren’t clasping your hands or gripping onto his sheets, you were bouncing your feet on his floor. And then you stuttered nearly every time you opened your mouth...

Especially whenever one of the viewers complimented or congratulated you.

“T-Thank you dom_chungha...”

Taehyung frowned lightly at the tremble in your voice, seeing the way you were fidgeting as well. Seems like you weren’t as relaxed as you made yourself out to be.

There was no way you would be able to do the show like this.

Taehyung interjected whenever a question was directed to him, coming up with a plan while he watched you continue to acknowledge and speak to the chat. But after a couple of minutes, his idea came to fruition, leading him to rest a hand on your forearm (blinking at how you damn near jumped out of your skin at the contact).

“Y/N.”

You turned your head and gave him an unsteady smile. “Y-Yes?”

Humming softly at your expression, he scooted back a bit on the edge of the bed before spreading his legs further to pat the space between them. “Why don’t you come and sit here? Might be more comfortable, no?”

Your eyes nearly bugged out at his offer, the sweet smile on his face completely inappropriate for the situation. But it was so tempting to give in and judging by the way his head tilted, it looked like he had a motive behind it. So you nodded slowly, getting up only to plant your bottom in the designated spot. As soon as you sat down, Taehyung held your upper arms and gently pulled your body back to rest against his, leaning down to whisper in your ear when he felt you tense up further.

“Relax, Y/N.” His hands started rubbing on your bare skin, goosebumps forming from the heated touch. “Just breathe. Pretend it’s me and you, no one else.”

Giving him a subtle nod, you continued to lounge against him, finding the firmness and warmth of his figure to be comforting. You weren’t sure if it was his words, the way he delivered them in his bassy voice or his touch but you found the uneasiness in your body ebbing away after some time. Almost like you were sitting in front of a giant teddy bear. The thought nearly made you giggle.

Now that you were distracted from your nerves, you went back to reading the comments popping up in the chat. You spotted a familiar username on the screen, lips twitching at what they typed out.

“Aw, sorry babyJ13, maybe next time you’ll win. I’ll be rooting for you!”

Taehyung’s own lips curled as your voice sounded less shaky now. Peeking on the screen again, he chuckled at the same person sending another message, complete with puppy eye emojis at the end. 

“Yeah? You think Y/N is a lucky girl, baby?”

You giggled softly at the praise, leaning further into the man behind you. “I certainly feel like one right now.”

With the smile you shot him over your shoulder, Taehyung felt his heart skip a bit and heat began to rush down south. It was so much nicer to see the confidence on your face rather than uncertainty. Maybe he could start to take baby steps towards his end goal now...

Licking his lips, he rested his chin on your shoulder, hands still working on your arms. “Do you?”

“Mhm...it didn’t sink in until this morning that I get to do this with you. I was nervous all day but I prepared as best as I could.”

“Oh? What did you do?”

You looked up in thought, tapping your foot on the wooden floor. “I made a nice breakfast, exercised a bit, took a nice, long shower before I came here...just whatever would help me relax.”

Taehyung nodded, ready to move on until he noticed that you seemed to have more to say but held your tongue. 

“Is that all?”

Out of habit, you withheld the last bit of info that made up your routine. But then you looked back at Taehyung and spotted those chocolate brown eyes giving you gentle encouragement. The last bit of your walls were coming down, thanks to this man; the least you could do was be completely honest with him.

“...no, that’s not all.”

With a raise of his brow, you wet your dry lips and continued speaking. “Well...ever since I woke up this morning...I’ve been touching myself.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched at the admission as he fought to keep his hips steady. “Yeah?”

You looked completely into his eyes. “Yeah. But I never let myself come...wanted to work myself up and save it for you, V. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me, right?”

The undercurrent of a challenge in your question and your gaze made his cock twinge, his grip on you tightening a mite as he pulled his bottom lip under his top teeth.

“I won’t. I aim to please all of my fans.”

You had temporarily forgotten about the audience that was present until he said that, your back straightening up a little as some of your anxiety returned. Taehyung frowned as he noticed this, cursing himself for being the cause. Wanting to get you calm again, he lowered his voice some more, tilting his chin down to look up at you under lowered lids.

“Y/N...how did you do it?”

You blinked, wondering if you heard him wrong. “H-Huh?”

“I said, how did you do it? How did you touch yourself?” He leaned in close, the tip of his nose close to touching yours as he husked, “I want...no, I need to know.”

Just when you thought your panties had a little more time to stay somewhat dry, he just had to do that. Who were you kidding, though? You had been wet practically all day but the second you stepped into Taehyung’s house, your arousal had increased to an all-time high. Your poor underwear had no chance of surviving today.

Swallowing the spit that had been gathering, you bit your lip, doing your best not to look away from his intense gaze. “I...well, usually I use a couple of toys and my hands but...I didn’t want to get carried away so I just stuck with my hands.”

“Huh...” Taehyung tilted his head, lips peeling back to allow his white teeth to peek out. “Do you mind giving me a play by play, baby?”

Your mouth popped open at his request, that smirk of his never fading, even as you gaped at him. Did he really just ask you to play with yourself in front of him? In front of thousands of viewers? Surprisingly, the thought wasn’t too intimidating. If he could do it weekly with no hesitation, why couldn’t you indulge just this once? No one in your personal life would know that you did such a thing (except for Jules but she hadn’t watched the show in months and made no indication that she was starting back up) and the only information the chat knew about you was your face and name. Plus the room was dimmed and shrouded in purple lighting, hiding most of your features that would make you recognizable in public...

Fuck it.

Giving Taehyung a nod, you reached up and removed his hands off you before standing up to face him, making sure not to block the camera. Keeping your eyes locked with him as best as you could, you took in a deep breath and placed your hands on the waistband of your shorts. Sliding down to the button, you popped it open and grabbed at the zipper, taking your sweet time pulling it down. 

Making sure that Taehyung’s eyes were still on your hands, you spread the fly apart and slowly slid the denim down your legs, putting on a show by wiggling your hips a little. Once your shorts pooled at your feet, you stepped out of them, one leg at a time, before kicking them off to the side. You must have made a great choice with the underwear you picked as the other’s lip was pulled under his teeth again, gaze zeroing in on the lace. Smirking at his reaction, you turned around, only allowing him a couple of seconds to get an eyeful of the back as you plopped down in your previous spot.

Taehyung immediately pulled your body flush against his, resting his palms on your waist now, massaging gently as he read over some of the comments popping up on his computer. A chuckle came out at the common theme in them.

“I guess the back really is as nice as the front, huh? Pity someone wouldn’t let me look for too long.”

His playfulness made your face heat up and your lips twitch. It looked like the viewers were starting to warm up to you, boosting your morale a little more. Turning your head, you shot him a pout.

“But I thought you wanted to see me touch myself? I can’t do that if you’re fixated on staring at my ass, now can I?”

Taehyung bit back a grin at how you were becoming more talkative now. “True, you can’t.” One of his hands trailed down to hook a long finger into the waistband of your underwear, pulling the fabric a bit before letting it snap back against your skin. “So why don’t you get started? I’m sure everyone would like to know just how you make yourself feel good.”

The lust swirling in his dark brown eyes and the sudden slew of comments on the screen was all the motivation you needed.

Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you nodded before turning your head back towards the camera. Taking in yet another deep breath, you relaxed against Taehyung further and slid a hand down to carefully cup your heated mound, hissing slightly at the contact to your oversensitive area. “Mnh...I just rubbed myself over my panties for a while...started as soon as I woke up.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm—” Your hand reflected your statement by moving firmly over the lace. “It’s usually what I do when I start...hm—”

Taehyung rested his chin on your shoulder, watching closely as you started stimulating yourself, fighting the urge to grind his hips into your bottom. Instead, he channeled his energy into continuing to rub at your waist some more. “Go on...”

You sighed softly as the heat of pleasure that had been building up all day began making a full return, leaving your free hand gripping Taehyung’s thigh and your toes curling.

“Well, I was able to keep this up for a couple of hours until I had to go to work.” You pouted. “I had to sneak away to the bathroom a few times to give myself a little relief until I punched out.”

You felt a hum vibrating from Taehyung’s body before he chuckled. “Naughty, aren’t you? Playing with yourself on the clock—” His lips came up to brush your ear, making you shiver as he whispered, “What would your boss say if they knew?”

“Mm, they’d probably fire me...would be a blessing at this point, ah—”

A soft gasp escaped when you decided to give your neglected clit some attention. You slowly circled around the covered bud, tilting your head back to rest between Taehyung’s shoulder and neck. The action made his breath catch at the way you exposed your neck to him now, fighting the desire to go in and start planting kisses and bites all over the column. Biting back a swear, he slid a hand forward to gently rub your stomach before murmuring, “Keep going...talk to me.”

The movement of his hand and his deep voice ringing brought you back to your senses, focusing on moving your lips again. “I went home and continued, ngh— But I took my panties off because of how soaked they were and I needed that barrier gone.” Your eyes fluttered closed at a particularly intense sting of pleasure that traveled up your spine. “After the day I had, I was this close to making myself come, haha...”

“Fuck...” Taehyung failed to hold back now, the curse leaving him with an underlying hunger. “But you didn’t, right? You waited like a good girl?”

“Oh...I did, V. It was so tempting to fuck myself with my fingers but I resisted...just kept rubbing my pussy.”

Now you felt his grip on your side tighten while the hand on the front curled into the fabric of your shirt. “Good.”

Tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him, Taehyung read over the chat again, biting his lip as the comments started coming in faster and faster. Many people seemed to be expressing the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Letting out a short laugh, he looked at you once more.

“Y/N, you’re doing great right now but...I think we all want to see more.”

Your eyes opened at his request, looking up to see those dark orbs staring directly at you now. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” A hand moved down to rest on top of yours, pressing it further against your mound, resulting in a sharp gasp from you. “Can you take these little panties off and let us all see that beautiful pussy of yours?”

There was no way you could deny that. You had been dying for some skin-to-skin contact plus Taehyung (and the fans) seemed to be dying for you to take it up a notch. Who were you to say no?

Licking your lips, you nodded. The other shot you a boxy grin before planting a kiss on your cheek, making your own warm up further. As soon as he removed his hand, you placed your own at the top of your underwear, shimmying the fabric down as you lifted your hips up. Once it was far enough, you wiggled your legs to kick them off onto the floor, keeping your thighs wide enough to show most of your intimate area. But that didn’t seem to be enough for Taehyung as his hands came down to hook underneath your knees, lifting your legs up to drape them over his own, spreading you further to the audience.

“Keep those legs nice and wide, baby. Show that pretty little cunt off to everyone.”

You wouldn’t be surprised if they could see how you clenched at the slight dominance in Taehyung’s voice.

Making sure you were comfortable enough in this new position, you swallowed the lump in your throat before shooting the camera a tiny yet coy smile.

“Better?”

Judging by the slew of hearts and stuck out tongue emojis, the answer was a yes.

You and Taehyung laughed at the responses, his chin perching on your shoulder once more. “Wow, I’m starting to think you guys forgot whose show this is.”

“Aw, don’t be sad, V. I didn’t mean to steal your fans.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m not. Besides, I don’t blame them for wanting to see this.” One of the hands under your knees gave a slight squeeze.

“I’m sure the sight is amazing right now...I’m almost a little jealous.”

You couldn’t hold back your shiver at the compliment, sure he could feel it with how close your bodies were pressed.

“Oh...well, you’ll get your turn soon enough. Just let me finish up and I’ll let you look all you want.”

Taehyung swore softly under his breath, just loud enough for only you to hear, both hands tightening on you now. “So generous. Ah, don’t let me distract you, baby, I’m starting to get yelled at by everyone.”

Giggling as you looked at the chat, sure enough, quite a few viewers were getting on his case and urging you to continue with your ministrations. “Okay, okay, calm down. Here, I’ll keep going.”

Lifting your hand up to your mouth, you ran your tongue over your fingers, making sure to wet the skin thoroughly. Just as you were about to reach back down to touch yourself again, Taehyung spoke up.

“Hold on, Y/N.” When you turned your head to look back with bewilderment, he raised a brow, eyelids a bit heavier than before. “Why don’t you make it a little wetter for me?”

A head tilt is what you gave him, bringing your hand back to your lips again only for him to shake his head. “No, not like that.” His onyx eyes lowered down to the area between your thighs. “Spit on it.”

Your mouth opened at the clarification, feeling a surge of wetness traveling down. Nodding quickly, you leaned your head forward, gathering up as much saliva as possible before letting it fall out of your mouth to drip onto your clit. You let out a small sound as you felt the spit slowly travel down to the crevices below your bud.

“There we go...now go ahead, baby.”

Sucking your lower lip in, you took in a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you were about to do. Lifting your hand, you eased down to brush the pads of your fingers against your clit, gasping at the lightning jolting up your spine at the touch. Taehyung chuckled deeply at your reaction, husking into your ear. 

“Sensitive?”

“Yeah...damn—”

Taking a moment to calm down, you pressed a little harder now, gritting your teeth as the pleasure was almost overwhelming. But you were dying for some stimulation and so, you pushed through to start running your fingers up and down, becoming slick with your arousal and the spit. It only took a minute to have you panting softly, moans and low whines falling from your mouth as you touched yourself.

“Oh...oh yes—”

You were too overcome by the enjoyment to notice the way Taehyung was watching you. He should have been talking for the sake of his fans but he couldn’t bring himself to cover up the lovely noises you were making with his voice. It was a pity he couldn’t get a direct view of the action like the others were but this angle wasn’t one to fuss at. He could see every furrow of your brow and the way your lips parted and caught between your teeth. He could see how your nipples poked through your shirt, asking for him to pinch and pull at the nubs. And he could see your digits glistening with wetness whenever they returned to the top.

“Are you enjoying this, V?”

He didn’t realize that he began grinding into your ass until you spoke up with amusement. Feeling a bit flustered that he lost control for a bit, Taehyung covered himself to murmur, “Of course I am...do you not know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Another moan came out at his words. “Mm, I don’t. It must be something, I can feel your cock poking me.”

Taehyung growled under his breath, emphasizing his arousal with a harder roll of his hips. “That’s because it’s dying to see this pussy wrapped around it. Driving me crazy back here, baby...”

A husky laugh left your lips at his admission, leaning your head back on his shoulder once more to shoot a teasing grin. “Soon, soon...believe me, I want that big dick of yours stretching me out so bad.”

You swore you saw something fierce pass over his face, returning into his usual lustful expression after a couple of seconds. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

Giggling coyly, you slid up to circle your clit, crying out softly at the strong rush that came soon after. “A-Ah—”

Taehyung figured there was no point in hiding how turned on he was anymore and continued grinding into you, gnawing at his lip as he gained some pleasure from the friction. To think that he had someone like you doing something so lewd right in front of him...he could honestly come in his pants if he kept this up. But his fans wouldn’t appreciate him tapping out so early and so, he maintained some self-control.

But then he spotted your fingers moving lower again, prodding with your middle and ring fingers at your entrance.

His breath caught before he strained out, “Fuck...baby, are you trying to finger yourself?”

“Yes, V...can I? Need something inside me, I’ve been wanting it all day...”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to nod as you peered up at him with lowered lids, lashes fluttering. “Go ahead, gorgeous. Let everyone see that pussy stretch around them.”

Shooting a grateful smile, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw (feeling gratification at the tremble you felt him give) and started working your digits inside your core, moaning a little louder at the feeling of being opened up. “Oh my God...”

Taehyung groaned at your sound, giving a harsh buck. “Damn baby...feels good?”

“Fuck yes—” Once you reached in as far as possible, you tried your best to ease the clenching of your sensitive walls before looking up at the other once more. “Can I move, V?”

“Yes—” His head leaned in until his lips brushed against yours as he growled out. “Fuck yourself on your fingers.”

Feeling thankful that he gave approval, you decided to kiss him since he was so close, biting back a grin at the slight surprise on his face before you looked back towards the camera. Sliding your fingers out past the first knuckle, you pushed them in quicker, starting a rhythm that gave you some temporary satisfaction. As torturous as it was to hold off all day, you were starting to think it was a good idea as you felt your pleasure rising a little faster than usual.

“Mnh—”

Taehyung gnawed on his lip as he watched your fingers reappear and disappear, over and over, glistening with your slick. The more he watched, the more he wished it was his own appendages (or even his cock).

For the first time, he wished that the camera wasn’t running so he could be selfish and indulge in your body without having to stretch things out for the sake of entertainment. But he had a show to run and had to wait his turn, even though he was yearning to take some action rather than just continue to sit there.

Unable to keep his hands still, he got your attention by nibbling on your earlobe before purring, “Y/N, can I touch you?”

You almost didn’t hear Taehyung with how focused you were, nodding as you panted out, “Please...”

“Where do you want me, gorgeous?”

“Oh fuck—” You threw your head back at a strong wave of bliss. “Please...play with my tits, baby.”

Cock twitching at your plea, Taehyung removed his hands from under your knees (making sure you stayed in your position) to slide his way from your legs and up your torso to cup your breasts, reveling in the way you arched into his touch. He carefully groped the mounds, brushing his fingers over the stiff buds peeking through your shirt. “Like that?”

“Yes...your hands feel so nice—”

Taehyung chuckled at your response, squeezing a bit harder as he leaned in to start pressing kisses to your cheek again. “Is this what you think about when you watch my shows, baby? My hands all over this lovely body of yours?”

You clamped down on your fingers, having to pause before continuing the thrusts. “Yes, V...”

“Mm...and you think about my cock sliding in and out of you instead of your fingers or a toy?”

“Yes, fuck, always...” You trembled when you felt him grind into your ass. “Don’t know if I could ever go back to those after this, hah—”

Taehyung grinned mischievously at that, pinching your nipples. “Aww, poor thing, I’m sure it’ll be hard. Why don’t I give you something to think about every time you’re alone, hm?”

“Please...” A whine escaped you when your palm brushed against your throbbing clit. 

“Give it to me.”

The man behind you didn’t hesitate to give you his next command, grunting in your ear, “Make yourself come, baby. Soak those little fingers of yours.”

You almost followed his order immediately with how it was delivered but you held off, letting out a guttural moan instead. Nodding swiftly, you curled your digits to begin thrusting into your G-spot, the area swollen from the build-up of arousal. Crying out was all you could do as you completely leaned against Taehyung, only focusing on bringing yourself to the orgasm that had been escaping you all day. He continued to help by sliding his hands to the hem of your top to bunch it above your breasts, exposing them to the air with a low swear.

“Look at these pretty tits, we can’t let them hide any longer, Y/N.”

You nodded again, hoping it was enough to show that you were fine with that as words were completely failing you right now. It only took another minute before you started feeling the inklings of a strong climax, causing your hips to roll up and meet your hand in desperation. This didn’t escape Taehyung’s notice, still occupying himself with your tits.

“You gonna come soon, baby?”

“Ghh— Y-Yes, I’m so fucking close—!”

Taehyung jerked hard into you once more, nearly nudging you off the edge of the bed with its power. “Do it, gorgeous. Everyone wants to see how you look.”

Your nerves at having strangers watching you in an intimate moment were completely gone now, causing the other’s words to trigger your end. You went completely limp in Taehyung’s arms, letting out a choked sob as waves of white hot pleasure overwhelmed your entire being.

“F-Fuck!”

You couldn’t even keep moving your fingers with how tight you were clamping on them, holding them still to feel your walls fluttering. Hips jerking uncontrollably while you came, the only other thing you could register was Taehyung’s large hands continuing to massage your sensitive breasts and words of encouragement that he whispered in your ear. This was all you could register until your orgasm petered out, leaving you as nothing but a shaking and gasping mess.

“There we go, baby...feel better now?”

“M-Mhm...” You rolled your head back on his shoulder, a satiated smile on your sweaty face. “Thank you, V.”

Taehyung huffed out a laugh at how pleased you looked now, removing his hands from your chest to wrap his arms around your stomach. “You’re welcome, Y/N.” Looking back at the screen, his teeth flashed at the barrage of praises from the viewers. “Looks like they loved it, too.”

Lifting your head up at his comment, you squinted at the computer, only for your eyes to widen at the words in the chat.

[xpeachymomox]: whoa, that was SO hot 🥵 more pls???

[jooniebb]: that pussy was clenching so tight, can we see it around V’s cock next?

[babyJ13]: I was a bit jelly of her before but now I think I’ve seen the error of my ways 🤪✌️

As if your face wasn’t already hot, now it burned, threatening to set Taehyung’s bedroom on fire.

“O-Oh wow...th-thank you, everyone...” You looked back at the other with sheer curiosity. “Was I really that good?”

Taehyung returned your gaze with incredulity. “Of course! You just laid back and let go like you didn’t have thousands of people watching you—” A brow raised. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

A giggle left at his skepticism, leaving you to give his thigh a playful smack. “Honestly, I haven’t!”

Taehyung chuckled, reaching down to give your hand a squeeze. “Could have fooled me. You’re a natural, baby.”

Beaming even more at his compliment, you shifted a bit in place out of shyness. “Thank you, V.”

Pleased that you were looking a lot more comfortable than earlier, he let his eyes travel over to your other hand, digits still housed inside of your pussy. Licking his lips, Taehyung looked back into your eyes once more. 

“Hey Y/N...mind if I get a taste of you?”

His delivery was as casual as if he was asking to borrow some sugar but his voice lingered with desire, deep brown eyes staring into yours. A shiver ran down your spine as you nodded, easing your fingers out with a soft sound before holding them up to his full lips. With no reluctance, Taehyung leaned forward to take the glistening appendages into his mouth, his tongue languidly swirling around them to gather up every drop of your essence. You could feel his moaning as he kept his gaze locked onto yours, not a drop of bashfulness or shame in the orbs.

Once he finished, Taehyung pushed your fingers out with his tongue, letting out a husky laugh afterwards. “Wow...you taste incredible, baby.”

The sight was almost too much for you, despite all of the raunchy scenarios you had seen this man in prior to today. You wondered whether he was putting on a show for the audience or you.

Something about his praise mixing with your emotions running high from your orgasm made you spring forward to capture his lips in a greedy kiss. A noise of surprise vibrated against your mouth before he began kissing back, groaning when your tongue crept out to brush over his bottom lip, asking for permission. It was granted as his mouth opened up to allow it in, tangling with his own while feeling around, brushing against the roof, the sides and his teeth.

You wanted to commit this feeling to memory.

Taehyung was enjoying this just as much as you were, wishing the two of you could keep this up for a while longer but the show had to go on. Forcing himself to pull back, he laughed softly at how your eyes still remained closed. Licking away the string of spit that still connected your mouths, he reached up and brushed one of the strands on your damp forehead off. “Baby, don’t you want more than just kissing? Not that I’m not enjoying it, but...”

As he trailed off, you opened your eyes back up, seeing him watching you with curiosity as to what the next move was. It didn’t take long for you to make an executive decision, gaze breaking from his to travel down to the prominence at the front of his sweatpants.

“V.” The hand on his thigh slid up to rest its fingers on it, pressing down enough to feel it give a jump. “Let me see that beautiful cock of yours.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched at the headiness of your tone, nodding quickly. His answer made a coy smile form on your lips, standing up before turning to fully face him. Grabbing his shoulders, you carefully pushed until he was leaning back on his arms. He quickly readjusted his position for the camera to get a better view before you knelt in the space between his legs. Your hand grasped the hem of his shirt, pushing it up enough to see the waistband of his pants. Glancing up for a second, you giggled quietly at how expectantly Taehyung was looking at you. “Yes?”

Rolling his eyes at how you were teasing him, he pouted a bit. “Y/N...”

The whining was endearing (only because it was him, honestly), your laugh coming out louder as you dipped your fingers past the elastic. “Don’t worry baby, I’m coming.”

“Oh, are you?”

Now you rolled your own eyes at his joke, looking over your shoulder at the camera to shake your head. “Is this a camshow or a comedy special?”

Taehyung laughed, reaching up to rest his hand on yours, giving it a careful squeeze. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it. I’ll behave now, promise.”

“You better.”

As soon as his hand returned to its previous place, you began sliding the rest of your own underneath his pants to make the journey towards your destination. You paused when your fingers brushed against short hairs and skin instead of fabric. Blinking rapidly, you looked up at Taehyung to see him shooting you a knowing grin.

“Figured I’d make it easier on you by going commando.”

A short laugh came out at that. “So considerate.”

Taehyung chuckled, groaning lowly once you wrapped your hand around his length. It felt hot and heavy in your palm and your fingers almost didn’t touch. You were desperate to see his cock in person but you had to tease him some more and put on a show. Licking your lips, you moved to his tip to collect the wetness gathered there, using it to slick up the rest of him before sliding your hand up and down.

“Mm—”

You gave him a flirtatious smile. “Feels good?”

“Yes...been wanting you to touch me since you stepped foot in my house.”

Your thighs rubbed together at his words. “Oh?”

“Mhm—” Taehyung ran his tongue over his teeth while tilting his head. “Feels better than I expected, baby.”

A small giggle escaped, feeling a bit flustered at the compliment. “Good, I hope I won’t disappoint you, V.”

“I’m sure you won’t— Ah!”

The squeeze you gave him at the base caused the noise, hips jolting at the rush of pleasure. You were using your knowledge of watching him jerk himself off on his previous shows to satisfy him, happy to see that it was working. If only you had paid this much attention back in school.

“Fuck...” Taehyung panted softly as you continued stroking him, unable to take the teasing after a couple of minutes. “Baby, I want more...”

“Do you?”

He licked his lips. “I do...I’m sure you do too, yeah?”

You couldn’t hold back the way your hips shifted at his heated gaze. “Yeah...”

Taehyung huffed as he sat up a bit, resting his hand on yours once more to pause your movement. “Then why don’t you get my cock out, gorgeous? I know you must be dying to see it in person.”

Cheeks warming as he had you figured out from the jump, you nodded, receiving a smirk in response. Once he let go, you slipped your hand out of his pants to grab the waistband, waiting until his hips were raised to begin pulling down. Your breath caught in your throat as more and more of his skin was uncovered until the hidden treasure was revealed, a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp leaving your lips.

“Oh my God…” Your hands went and wrapped around his cock to lift it, licking your lips at the sight. “It’s so fucking big…”

Big wasn’t the only way you would describe Taehyung’s length. The skin was darker than the rest of him with a tip that was tinted red and glistening with precum. You could feel how thick it was when your hand was down his pants before but actually seeing it blew your mind. And with the way his dick curved slightly and prominent veins ran along the underside, your pussy clenched at the thought of how it would feel rubbing against your walls.

The camera did not do him justice at all.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Taehyung’s ego was stroked at the awestruck look you gave him, nodding while your lashes fluttered. 

“Yes V...”

“Haha, I can tell, you’re damn near drooling down there.” He shot you a crooked smile. 

“Why don’t you go on and get a taste too? See how nice it would feel to have my cock in that lovely mouth of yours?”

With no hesitation, you nodded faster than before, leaning down to run your tongue over the head, moaning softly at the slight saltiness going onto your tastebuds. “Mm...tastes so fucking good.”

Taehyung pulled his lower lip in as your eyes refused to break contact when you did that, reminding himself to sit back and let you indulge. Remembering his viewers all of a sudden, he looked up to shoot the camera a lewd grin. “Having fun, everyone?” He was ready to return to watching you until he spotted a few people requesting something very specific in the chat. 

“Huh...good idea. Y/N.”

Pausing in your taste testing, you gave Taehyung a curious look.

“Everyone wants a better view, mind switching it up?”

“No, not at all. How should we do this?”

Lips twitching in mischief, he waited until you released him to get off the bed and stand at the foot of it, his body sideways to the screen. He looked at you before pointing to the floor in front of him, husking out, “Get on your knees for me, baby.”

Clenching at the authority in his baritone, you clambered off the bed to follow his directions, enjoying this angle you got of his heavy length jutting out from the rest of his lean body. Taehyung licked his lips, loving this sight as well, thinking about how submissive you looked.

“Good girl.”

Whimpering quietly at the compliment, you reached up to take him in your grasp again, not wanting to keep the audience waiting (well, that and because you wanted him back in immediately). Lifting your head up to hover above, you gathered spit before releasing it on top of his dick, catching the excess with your fingers so it didn’t drip onto the floor.

“That’s it, make it nice and wet...”

Licking your lips at his praise, you wrapped your other hand around the rest of him, only leaving a bit of his shaft and his head out. Taking it into your mouth, you sucked steadily as your hands stroked the rest of him, keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Oh shit...yeah, just like that, baby—”

Smiling around him at the encouragement, you pulled off for a second to let some more spit drip onto him, returning to giving him suction while your hands moved faster.

“Goddamn...”

Taehyung could barely keep his head down to watch as you worked his cock over with enthusiasm. He wasn’t even fully inside and yet he was panting like a dog in heat. You knew just the right spots to run over with your fingers and palms and occasionally threw your tongue into the mix. You really must pay close attention to his shows to have this information on hand like this.

And then you started twisting on him.

“Oh fuck—!”

His hips lurched while his head fell back for a while, pleasure smacking him across the face. Needing some type of anchor to keep himself focused, Taehyung reached up to grip the top of your hair. This helped as he was able to bring his head down again, dark eyes noticing how your own twinkled in pride at getting him to falter for a bit.

“Brat.”

You pulled off of his cock to laugh at his pouting, keeping your hands in motion. “Mm, sorry baby, I know how much you like this.”

“Hmph, I wouldn’t expect any less from one of my ‘biggest fans’.”

Your face warmed up at his teasing, bringing up what you blurted out when the two of you first met. “Hey, don’t tease me.”

Taehyung chuckled as you became flustered, giving your head a gentle pat. “Sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good, promise.”

He didn’t sound very apologetic to you so you pouted some more, unwrapping one of your hands from his cock. “I don’t believe you, V—” You brought your lips closer to his tip before purring out, “Looks like I’ll have to keep you quiet, hm?”

Taehyung’s smile faltered a bit at your words but it completely dropped once you started taking him into your mouth, ripping a groan straight from the depths of his chest. “Oh my God—”

Grinning around him at how he twitched at the new move, you began sucking gently while bobbing on him, not letting the tip out at all. You felt his hips jerk after a few times, unable to resist the reaction to your actions. You were only semi-aware of the people watching you blow him but you pushed the thought to the back of your head to focus mainly on the man in front of you. Hopefully what you were doing was enough fodder for the viewers.

“Wow baby...you’re sucking me off so well—” Taehyung’s voice rumbled out once more, eyelids heavy with sheer lust as he kept his gaze on you. “And you look so good on your knees like this...shit—”

You moaned around him, receiving a jolt of his hips in response to the vibrations. The desire to hear more of his approval and sounds rose in you, leading you to decide on trying something more drastic. Removing your hand, you slid your head down further until his tip nearly rested on the back of your tongue, ripping a gasp from Taehyung.

“Y-Y/N—!”

There was still a good portion of his cock that wasn’t inside but it was enough to make his knees weak, having to gather up some inner strength to stay upright. And then you decided to start bobbing again, obscene sounds echoing from your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. Drool started building and leaking out of the edges, spreading onto your chin and drizzling down off his length.

“Shit, gorgeous, you’re making such a fucking mess down there...you love tasting my cock that much?”

“Mngh—”

You could only moan around his dick, feeling your arousal dripping out of your pussy the longer you had him in your mouth. Your fingers twitched for a second as you debated on touching yourself yet again. 

But the man above you must have noticed somehow as he growled out, “Keep your hands to yourself, baby. The next time you’re getting off is by my fingers only, understand?”

You gave your answer with another sound and your nails dug further into your thigh.

“That’s my girl.”

His praise only made your lust for him grow, wanting to push yourself a little farther than you were used to. You had only tried this once before with an ex with near disastrous results and whatever practice you had taken in your free time went to waste once you broke up. You debated in your mind whether to go through with it.

It could go either very well or very bad.

Fuck it; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you calmed the muscles in your throat as much as possible before sliding down inch by inch. When Taehyung’s tip hit the back, you gave a short gag at first, quickly begging your body to fight the urge, lest you embarrass yourself in front of thousands of people. As soon as the feeling was gone, you pressed on, managing to press your nose to his crotch, the hairs tickling you.

“Jesus fucking Christ—”

The guttural swear that left Taehyung’s mouth was worth the slight ache in your airway and the tears building in your eyes. Your blurry vision managed to catch him staring down at you with unbridled fascination, heavy pants falling from his parted lips.

“You’re amazing, baby...”

His compliment only increased your need for more.

Keeping your gaze steady on his, you tightened around him by swallowing. Your nose scrunched slightly as he twitched in response and gripped your hair harder, a low growl leaving him.

“Such a hungry little thing, swallowing me down like your life depended on it. Wish I could fuck this throat of yours—”

The thought of Taehyung taking control of your mouth like that made you squirm in place but you knew you weren’t ready for that level of deep throating just yet. So you continued gulping around his cock, hoping this was enough for now. He seemed to be okay with it, continuing to moan and say all kinds of filth to you. But you got carried away and forgot to keep your spit from sliding into your throat, eyes flying wide open as you nearly choked. Gagging hard around him, you pulled off, coughing as a thick strand of saliva still connected you to his wet length.

“Shit, you okay?”

Your watery eyes looked up to see Taehyung giving you a worried look, his hold on your hair easing up to stroke it gently. Sniffling, you nodded, face hot with mortification. “Y-Yeah...sorry, that was uncool of me.”

He frowned and gave your head a gentle pat. “Relax, Y/N, you’re fine. Don’t want you hurting yourself for my sake.”

His concern for you plus the feel of his hand eased your embarrassment, a soft smile forming on your swollen lips. “Okay...”

Taehyung reflected the expression, glancing at the chat while you recovered. He tried not to let his face show the annoyance he felt at the couple of viewers who taunted you, claiming that they would do a much better job if they were in your place instead. Not wanting you to read the rude comments and feel worse than you already did, he looked back at you.

“You know, what you were doing before was nice too...”

You looked up as he spoke softly. “Was it?”

“Yeah—” Taehyung played with your hair a bit as he cocked his head. “Why don’t you give me more of that?”

Grateful that he wasn’t pushing you to strain yourself again (not that you would have expected him to), you gave him a brighter grin before reaching up to wrap around his dick once more, pushing the rest of him into your mouth. Taehyung hummed in pleasure, grasping your head for support again. 

“There we go...”

Making a sound of appreciation around him, you returned to the pace you had earlier, deciding to give everyone something to look at by keeping your lips loose enough for drool to come out steadily.

It was taking everything in Taehyung not to embarrass himself in front of his fans (and well, you) by coming early. But the sight and sensations below him was just too fucking much.

Those pretty eyes of yours looking up at him with sheer lust and marvel. Your mouth stretched out around part of his cock while your hand wrapped around the rest of it, twisting as it met your bobbing head over and over. And the amount of spit that was getting everywhere...

Smearing around your lips and down your chin. Coating your whole hand. Dripping down in globs onto his floor and your bunched up shirt, leaving your exposed breasts shining.

He had to put a stop to this.

Gritting his teeth at a sudden surge of bliss, Taehyung reached up and grabbed your wrist, tugging at it. “Baby, baby, stop—”

Furrowing your brows, you paused your hand and pulled off of him, panting hard as you caught your breath. “What’s wrong?”

“Hah, I’m this close to coming in that pretty mouth of yours if you keep going.”

Feeling a stroke to your ego at his confession, you smirked up at him while tilting your head. 

“Ah, I see. We can’t have that just yet, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

Taehyung reached a hand down to help you up, guiding you to stand in front of him before his mouth descended on yours with hunger. While he had you distracted with the kiss, he reached down to grip your ass and lift you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and grip on his shoulders for support. 

Turning towards the bed, he pulled away only to drop you on the foot of it, chuckling at the squeak you let out as your body bounced on the mattress. Leaning on your elbows, you watched with bated breath as Taehyung held your knees, parting them further as he kneeled on the floor between them, looking up at you with unbridled greed.

“I’ve got to touch you for real now, baby. Just groping those lovely tits of yours wasn’t enough.”

You trembled at his words, the tone even deeper than usual. “V...please, I want it.”

“Yeah? How?”

You guessed by his position that he already figured out how he was going to carry this out but maybe he wanted to hear it straight from your mouth.

“I...I want you to eat my pussy. Please?”

Taehyung was ready to oblige regardless but then you practically mewled out that last word, making him groan as his cock twitched in response.

“Of course, gorgeous. Need to taste you even more.”

You bit your lip as he wasted no time bringing his head closer to your wet folds, holding back a whimper as the heat of his breath washed over them. Taehyung seemed to be teasing you on purpose by holding back, barely hiding a cheeky grin at how you squirmed before him. But just before you gave in and started begging, his tongue came out to run along your cunt, starting from the bottom and going all the way to the top, giving your clit a flick.

“A-Ah—”

“Mmm, so fucking sweet. Tastes better straight from the source.”

Taehyung smirked at how you looked away for a second, flustered at his words. To bring your attention back to him, he went to the lower part of your area, lapping at your entrance to pull a sharp gasp from your mouth.

“O-Oh...mnh—”

The move making you push out even more of your arousal, Taehyung licked it up the second it landed on his tongue, his dark brown eyes locked onto yours with no shame. Now he rested the tip at your hole, pushing inside a bit once it stopped clenching, smiling against you when your hips jerked in response.

“Godammit—”

Laughing a bit at your reaction, Taehyung slipped it out. “You like it like that, baby?”

“Mnh, kind of...”

He tilted his head at your languid response. “Then what do you like?”

You had to take a few seconds to mull over just how you wanted him to pleasure you. The moment you came to a solution, your lips twitched in restrained mischief. Feeling a dash of spunk right now, you took a hand and let it creep down your stomach, brushing over your mound to rub a finger over your swollen bud.

“Well, I really like having my clit played with, mm...” You had to press your lips together to keep from grinning at how Taehyung’s heavy eyes zeroed in on your digit. You decided to torture him some more by moving down to your entrance, sliding it in with a soft whine. “And well, you saw how I reacted when I fingered myself before— Fuck—”

To drive it home, you pressed onto the rough patch inside and pumped into it, the wet sound echoing loud enough for the both of you to hear. You were only able to enjoy this bit of stimulation for less than a minute before a strong grip around your wrist made you pause. Looking down with a frown, your breath caught at the fierce gaze Taehyung was giving you, eyes nearly as black as his hair.

“I thought I told you that you’re only getting off by my hand.”

“Mm...you did, didn’t you?”

He flashed his teeth as he pulled, forcing your finger to slip out. “Then sit back and be a good girl for me, Y/N.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You brought your hand back up when he released your wrist, watching like a hawk as Taehyung leaned in close again. His jaw clenched and moved for a bit before he spat onto your folds, soaking the skin even more. He groaned at the sight of his spit traveling down and moved his hand to gather some of it on his pointer fingers before resting them on your clit, rubbing it fast to pull a cry out from you.

“Like that, gorgeous?”

“Y-Yes!”

Taehyung smirked, leaning forward to spit on you again. “Gotta make sure this pussy is nice and wet so it can take my fingers.”

You brought your head to give him a baffled look. “Like I haven’t been dripping since I got here— Oh my, V—”

He hummed casually as he rolled the bud between his thumb and index finger. “Hmm, I know but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious, no?”

“Hnh!”

You couldn’t open your mouth without letting out a sound of bliss as he kept playing with your clit. A tiny part of you was starting to regret letting him in on what tickled your fancy. Just a tiny part.

“Baby, please, I want more...”

Taehyung raised a brow at your plea. “Yeah? What do you want from me?”

A sound between a desperate groan and a snarl escaped you, much to your surprise. “I don’t care, just make me come already, fuck!”

His laughing rang out in the room, not expecting you to react that way. “So demanding. Well, you did an amazing job sucking me off, so...”

Instead of finishing his sentence, Taehyung removed his fingers and latched on to give a fierce suck, ripping a shriek out of you.

“God—!”

And then he had to up the move by humming to give the sensitive bud pleasant vibrations.

“Hah...shiiit—”

You had fantasized about having him between your legs so many times, either at work or at night when you laid in bed. There was only so much you could do with your own hands to recreate the feeling. How could you imitate the way his tongue began rolling your clit and how he tightened his lips on and off?

For now, you would focus on this current situation to use as fodder for future solo sessions.

Taehyung’s tongue kept working on you, letting saliva drip out on purpose to join the rest of his mess down below. His eyes concentrated on your facial expressions and the way your body answered to his ministrations. Your head tipped back for a while before coming back up to watch him with heady eyes. Your back arched, breasts jiggling slightly with each lurch. Your mouth released nothing but keens and whines, praise lingering in the tone of each word.

“V...give me more, please...”

“Mm?” He pulled off for a second to lick his coated lips while peeking up at you. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

Groaning in frustration at his typical teasing, you told whatever timidity that lingered to fuck off before rasping out, “Put your fingers in me...fuck me with them, please—”

Taehyung grunted at your plea, nodding. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby. Wanna see how tight this pussy is.”

True to his word, he brought his digits up to press past your folds, teasing your entrance with his index finger.

“More...do two.”

Shivering at your command, Taehyung added his middle one and rubbed at the hole until it opened up a bit, wasting no time sliding them in, swearing at the feeling of your walls around him. “Shit, baby, you’re already gripping me—”

“F-Fuck...your fingers feel so nice...so long, agh—”

He wasn’t even inside all the way and he was already hitting spots that you could only reach with your toys. As soon as he buried up to the knuckle, Taehyung began a steady rhythm, the friction making your head fall back once more.

“Oh yes, baby...just like that...”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips at your approval. “You like me fucking you like this?”

“Mhm!”

Taehyung gave an almost feral grin at your whine. “Maybe I could just make you come on my fingers and call it a day?”

Your head whipped up so fast to give the man between your legs an offended look. “Hell no. I’m not leaving here until— oh— I get that cock of yours inside me!”

Predicting you to have a strong response, he laughed and patted the outside of your thigh with his free hand. “Down girl. I wouldn’t do you like that.” A brow lifted as he smiled more. “Besides, the feeling is mutual. I’m dying to see how this pussy would feel wrapped around me.”

You clamped on his digits at that. “Good.” Deciding to read over the chat again, you sat up a little to look over the screen. Biting your lip, you saw a few comments that stroked your ego.

[bomiallnightlong]: fuck, you two are so hot together, can’t wait until you start fucking 😛

[KookyBun]: V, I love you but hurry up and make her come before I run over and do it instead 😤

[tonguetechsupport]: I don’t want the show to end but goddammit, I wanna see some railing before I end up busting

“Hey V, everyone is getting impatient.”

Taehyung tilted his head before looking behind his shoulder, huffing at the words with amusement. “I can see that. Alright, alright, everyone. I think we’ve been tormenting you enough—” Now he looked back up at you. “Time to give them something to cheer for?”

Judging by his expression, he was finally going to give you what you had been dying for.

“Lead the way.”

Taehyung gave a boxy grin, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. He slid his fingers out a bit, making you whimper in need until you felt the tips start to curl and rub against your frontal walls. But that whimper quickly turned into a cry when you were forced to arch your back at the sudden jolt shooting up your spine.

“Fuck!”

Seems like he had found your sweet spot.

“Better?”

“Y-Yes! Holy shit—“

All you could do was hold onto the sheets for dear life as Taehyung pumped into it with ardor, a sound lewder than the one you had made before emitting from your core. Having someone else touch you down there was way more gratifying than your own hand and you felt your pleasure building up even quicker.

“Damn baby, you sound so fucking wet— Can’t wait to get inside there with my cock...”

It didn’t help that the man below was spewing more filth from his full lips, eyeing his glistening fingers with marvel.

“Hnh, c-can’t wait either, a-ah!”

Taehyung could see that you were getting closer and closer to your end with the way your voice got louder and your hips refused to stay still on the bed. With a look of determination, he sought to get you there as soon as possible and leaned down to give your swollen bud some attention again.

“O-Oh fuck, right there, right there—!”

You wanted to reach down and dig your fingers into his obsidian locks and hold tight but something told you not to give in for fear of ripping some strands out. Pretty sure Taehyung wouldn’t want to have a bald spot.

The man between your legs continued to lap at your clit with fervor while his fingers worked you up to a finish that felt like it was going to hit hard. You felt the sudden swells more than once, preparing yourself to turn into an absolute mess but an odd pressure in your lower stomach was holding you back.

Grunting at another rise, you jerked your hips up while whimpering out, “V…I-I wanna—“

Taehyung pulled off to raise a brow at you. “You wanna come? Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

“I-I know but…”

You weren’t sure if you should explain to him what the issue was, not wanting to kill the mood.

“Y/N.”

A stern voice called your name, causing you to look down at the other, breath catching at how he gazed at you with unadulterated dominance.

“Come for me, now. Let it out, gorgeous.”

You weren’t sure if it was his assertive tone, the way his dark eyes looked at you or the harsh thrust he gave into your spot but your body quickly obeyed his command.

“A-Ah fuck— V!”

A scream barreled out of your throat as shockwaves gripped your body, causing you to collapse on the bed fully. Your eyes squeezed shut as you did your best not to go under and drown but his fingers kept moving and then his lips went back to sucking your sensitive clit, leaving you an absolute mess.

You couldn’t even register the other way that your body responded to the intense orgasm.

Taehyung kept his mouth working, despite your shrieks, until he felt something spray against his chin. Knitting his brows, he pulled off, only to drop his jaw in awe at the cause of the wetness.

“Holy shit—“ Taehyung watched with slight wonder as you gushed around his digits, still moving in and out of you with abandon. “Look at you, making such a fucking mess on my hand and sheets…”

You couldn’t hear his words either, your hearing temporarily muffled until finally, you were allowed to come up for air. Thankfully, he had mercy on you and slowed his fingers down considerably, going for straightforward thrusts now. The second you felt the last tremor run out, you flopped back, your damp and heated skin sticking to the sheets. You turned your head to press your cheek to a cool spot, moaning weakly in light relief. Feeling Taehyung slip out of you, you whimpered at how oversensitive your walls were now, torn between asking for a break or wanting more.

“Fuck, baby, that was a lot—“ A chuckle of disbelief came out. “You even got it on my shirt!”

At his exclamation, you finally mustered up enough strength to lift your head and look down at Taehyung, gasping at the sight.

His mouth down to his chin was wet with your release, a couple of drops sliding down his tanned skin. And sure enough, there were darkened spots on the white fabric, large enough to make your face heat up even more.

“O-Oh my God…I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t usually do that—”

Taehyung laughed at your apology, shaking his head as he licked some of the mess off his lips. “Don’t be sorry, baby—” His lids lowered as he breathed out. “That was so fucking hot.”

As if his husking wasn’t enough, he lifted his wet fingers up to his mouth, inserting them to suck your mess off with a muffled groan.

“Goddamn, thought you couldn’t taste even better...”

Looks like you were ready for more with the way your pussy clenched at the sight.

Taehyung finished licking off whatever was leftover, only to notice you giving him a look full of outright yearning.

“Hm? What’s that look for?”

Your eyes narrowed as he playfully taunted you. This didn’t deter him, his head tilting in mock confusion.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Realizing that words alone weren’t much of a useful weapon against him, you sat up (ignoring how your arms trembled in resistance) and scooted forward enough to lean down and ball your fists into his shirt, pulling him into a harsh kiss. You couldn’t tell whose groan was louder, his from the unexpected move or yours as you got a taste of yourself. Not wanting to waste any more precious time, you pulled back an inch to husk with lidded eyes.

“Fuck me, V. Get up here and give me that fat cock of yours now.”

Your idea seemed to work wonders as you saw that feral expression from earlier show up on his face again, nodding as he snarled.

“As you wish.”

With that, Taehyung stood up and grabbed the top of his soiled t-shirt, practically ripping it off before tossing it to the floor to join his discarded pants. Even in your post-orgasm bliss, your gaze roamed over his exposed torso. You had seen his body so many times on camera that you could picture it with your eyes closed but the image couldn’t compare to seeing it in person.

His toned chest and arms that were shining with a light sweat and dusky brown nipples that stood stiff. A flat stomach that was heaving with desire and sat above a rock-solid cock, the head wet and beading with precum. The owner of it noticed you staring and smirked, reaching a hand up to wrap around the length.

“What are you waiting for, baby? You want this fat cock inside you, no?”

“Yes, I do...”

Taehyung huffed out a laugh while giving himself a squeeze. “Mm...then come get it.”

Something in you snapped at the command, leading you to kneel up on the bed before grabbing his shoulders, turning and pushing him down to land flat on his back. An ‘oof’ came out of him but the grin on his face never faded as you quickly straddled him, sitting your wet folds directly on his dick.

“You wanna ride me, gorgeous? Wanna sit on my cock?”

You huffed at his teasing, grinding your hips down. “Fuck yes…need to see how well you’ll fuck me—“

Taehyung grinned lasciviously at your admission, bucking up against you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I won’t disappoint you, baby.”

Smirking down at him, you lifted your hips before reaching underneath to hold his cock, angling it to run the tip up and down your folds. “Mmm...you better not.”

Taehyung licked his lips as your wetness coated him, peeking over your shoulder to take a quick glance at the screen. The comments were in a frenzy, many begging the two of you to go on and get to the fucking already. Smirking, he took the initiative to please the viewers by thrusting up once he felt his head in line with your entrance, pulling a sharp gasp out of you at the sudden intrusion.

“Ah—!”

You clenched around his tip instinctively, forcing yourself to relax so he could continue. You had been waiting so long for this; you couldn’t delay it anymore.

So you started sliding down on the rest of his cock, making your mouth fall slack at the stretch.

“O-Oh my God...”

“Oh fuck, baby—“ Taehyung eyed you with unbridled need. “This pussy is so tight, can barely fit my cock in there…”

It didn’t help that you immediately tightened around him at his words, forcing you to pause for a bit before continuing until he bottomed out. The second you stopped, your head hung down in overwhelming, panting as you did your best to adjust to the pressure. As turned on as you were right now, it still wasn’t enough to take in someone of Taehyung’s size with little issue.

“Doing alright?”

You heard said man whisper to you, concern in his dark brown eyes.

“Y-Yeah...you’re just really fucking big...”

Taehyung chuckled, biting his bottom lip cheekily. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes—” You leaned down to press your nose against his. “You didn’t get the memo when I choked on your cock earlier?”

A twitch inside and a grip of your hips was the response you got. “Ah, right. My bad. Does that mean you won’t be able to handle me, baby?”

You scoffed, giving a clench for good measure. “I didn’t say that. Don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I think I’ll be able to handle you now.”

“Hmph, if you say so.”

Grinning, you pecked his lips before resting your hands next to his head to support yourself, lifting your hips up slowly only to go down slightly faster. After a few more motions of this, you began letting out soft noises of bliss, the discomfort from earlier fading away.

“Mm...ah, yesss—”

“You feel so fucking good right now, Y/N...wish I could stay in you all day—”

You were going to let Taehyung know that you shared his wish until he gave a roll of his hips, making you gasp loudly.

“V!”

His sudden thrust motivated you to increase your speed, the sounds of your ass hitting his thighs starting to fill the room, combined with your whining moans and his ragged groans. You looked down at him, licking your lips at his nearly black eyes watching you with sheer lust, fluttering closed every so often.

“Oh baby…I bet your ass looks so good bouncing on me right now—“

You rolled your hips down at that, savoring the louder groan Taehyung let out. “Yeah? Pity you can’t see it, mnh— Guess you’ll have to watch your video later for that.”

Eyes narrowing a bit at your teasing, a lightbulb went off in his head, prompting an impish smirk to form.

“Hm, I don’t know about that, baby. Might be able to get a good view of it sooner than I expected.”

Tilting your head in confusion, you cried out as Taehyung pulled you off of him, your core squeezing in need. “Hey!”

“Shh, gorgeous. Turn around and get back on.”

Mouth opening as you understood what he was asking for, you nodded swiftly and clambered back onto his lap, lining up once again as he held up his cock. You quickly lowered down, having an easier time taking him in than before. Once you were seated, you felt Taehyung make a sound of approval as he rested his hands on your ass. “Go on, baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice as you immediately placed your hands on the bed to start riding him again. This angle felt just as good, allowing pants and moans to fall from your lips as he brushed along your walls.

“Mm, fuck, V—”

“Goddamn, Y/N—” A sudden smack to one of your ass cheeks made you cry out. “I was right, this ass looks so fucking sexy from here...”

Trembling for a few seconds at the unexpected spanking, you decided to up the ante and bury Taehyung inside you, rolling your hips enough to poke your bottom out as far as possible each time, biting back a grin at the loud swear that left him. That plus the harder smack you received on the other cheek was just what you wanted.

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby, making me spank you like this—”

“Mhm, I love it, V—” You wiggled side to side as you peeked over your shoulder. “Feels nice having those big hands of yours on me.”

Taehyung hissed as the motion gave him a strong rush of pleasure, forcing him to thrust up as he dug his fingers into your flesh. “Shit—”

A sound between a giggle and a moan escaped you, returning to moving up and down on him once more, receiving some grateful words. While your hips worked, you brought your head forward, remembering the webcam staring you right in the face. Many of the words flying on the screen were just as lewd as what was going on in this bed right now, making your body heat up more and your walls flutter. But a few comments were asking for Taehyung to be a little more vocal, knowing how loud the model could get when he was really enjoying himself. You knew firsthand, as well.

Licking your lips, you decided to try something to attempt to fulfill the viewers’ wishes.

“O-Oh fuck—!” Taehyung groaned out loudly as you started squeezing your muscles around him each time you came down, forcing him to throw his head back into the mattress. “Godammit, Y/N—”

“Hm, you like that, baby? Like when my pussy gets nice and tight on this dick?”

“Jesus, what do you think? Ngh—!”

His snark was interrupted by another moan, making you laugh softly. “I’m thinking yes?”

“You little—”

Even the swat he gave your ass didn’t faze you, enjoying how the tables turned this time. Pushing your luck, you wiggled on him again, giggling at the choked gasp that sounded from behind you. “Don’t be so mad, you know you love thi— Ah!”

You didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before you felt Taehyung sit up, reaching under your knees to lift them up and pull them back, forcing your body to lean against his sweat-slick torso. Gasping at the shift in angle, you opened your mouth only for him to press his lips to your ear to growl.

“Fucking tease...for someone who was so eager to have me fuck them, you’re messing around an awful lot.”

You were sure he could feel you shake against him at the change.

“I-I’m not…”

“Really? You’re not?” Taehyung nipped your earlobe. “Because I should be hearing you screaming right now, not making fun of me.”

You swallowed hard at how his deep voice only seemed to lower the more he spoke. Something was telling you that maybe you shouldn’t have been teasing him.

“Then maybe I should sit back and let you take over?”

Taehyung was glad you couldn’t see the feral smile forming on his face, especially at how the viewers were basically begging him to follow through. “Well...if you insist.”

Tightening his hold on your knees, he shifted his hips forward a bit to get better leverage. Without another thought, he began thrusting up into you with no mercy.

“Ah—! V!”

There was no way you could have prepared yourself for how the man behind you began fucking you with reckless abandon. You couldn’t even do anything but sit there and take it, his grip on you firm and making sure he had your arms caged against your body.

Taehyung rasped out, a hint of joy underlying, “Fuck, baby, this is so much better now, no?”

“O-Oh my God—” You thought having him inside in the last position was a struggle but this one took the cake. Every time he buried himself, you swore you could feel him in your guts, causing your toes to curl and your mouth to fall slack in mind-boggling bliss. “Y-Yesss...shit, you’re so deep—”

A chuckle sounded next to your ear. “Yeah? Guess this pussy can handle my big cock with no problem.”

“Mhm—!”

It was futile to try and have a conversation with Taehyung as he drove in and out of you, nothing but noises that let him know how great he was making you feel coming out.

Taehyung panted harshly the longer he thrust into you, loving how you kept clamping down on him with every stroke. If he brought his head forward enough, he could see how your eyes kept squeezing shut and the drool that started leaking from the corner of your open mouth. The sight made him lick his lips and switch into rolling his hips up now, teasing you on purpose.

“Y/N, wish you could see yourself right now. Your face is just screaming ‘I’m getting fucked stupid’, so fucking hot—”

All you could give was a strangled moan in reply.

“Haha, can’t even speak, huh? That’s fine with me, baby—” He gave a harsh pump. “Just let me hear more of those pretty sounds of yours.”

Lucky for him, you didn’t deny his request, noises varying from strained whimpers to intense cries escaping the longer he fucked you. Taehyung savored each one while he managed to focus on the screen once more.

[bedrockbambam]: holy shit this is sooooo hot, well worth the wait 😫💦💦💦

[bomiallnightlong]: damn, look how well her pussy is taking that fat cock of his, love it

[velvetyeri]: you two are killing me, I already came three times, can you make it a fourth?? 🥺❤️‍🔥

Taehyung grinned, the backs of his teeth showing, at the comments. He lived for these words during his shows but to see that his fans were enjoying having you in the mix as well pleased him to no end.

“V-V...baby...”

Somehow you managed to croak out, catching the other’s attention. “Hm?”

“I— ugh! I-I want to switch...”

Taehyung tilted his head. “Oh? Feeling uncomfortable?”

“N-No—” You whined before you were able to continue. “I want to try something else...”

He raised a brow at your request, slowing his hips down to a stop. “Oh yeah?”

With your nod, the other loosened his hold on your body, allowing you to pull off of him before crawling on all fours into the middle of the bed, making sure to stay at an angle where the camera got a good view between your legs. Looking back over your shoulder, you shot Taehyung a mischievous grin and playfully wiggled your bottom at him. 

“Come on, baby. Want you stretching me out again.”

His eyes smoldered at the view while his tongue poked out and ran over his lips, coming over to kneel behind you within a few seconds. Taehyung brought his hands up to grasp onto your ass, molding the flesh to his lithe fingers. Muttering yet another praise about how good it looked, he gave one of the cheeks a smack while holding himself with the other hand, lining up the tip with your entrance before sliding in slowly. The action brought low sounds out of the both of you, especially as he filled you up in a different way yet again.

“Mmm, that’s it...wait. Stay still for me.”

Taehyung tilted his head in confusion as you stopped him from thrusting into you but that quickly turned into hunger as you took it upon yourself to start pushing back against him instead, moaning wantonly as the friction morphed into a pleasant heat. He leaned back and watched as you moved onto him over and over, licking his lips at how your ass jiggled each time it smacked against his hips. “That’s it, baby— Fuck yourself on my cock just like that—“

Letting out a strained giggle at his heavy words, you obliged happily, swiveling your hips on each stroke only to receive more swears and swats to your bottom. 

“Loving it, V?”

“Yes gorgeous, you look so fucking hot doing this to me—” Taehyung flashed his teeth at the webcam. “Right, everyone?”

You looked back also, laughing a bit at the amount of thirst-laden comments flying by.

“Gosh, you guys are too sweet.”

Taehyung chuckled, biting back more curses as you tightened on him every time you moved now. Unable to take any more of the passiveness, he straightened up and grabbed your hips, holding you down on him. You gasped at the move as he leant forward to husk in your ear, “Enough playing around, baby. Let me pound this little cunt of yours, yeah?”

You had no resistance to that, a shiver running through your body as you whimpered, “Please, fuck me—!”

Taehyung gave your earlobe another nip in gratitude while sliding his hips back, only to snap them forward in no time, prompting you to throw your head back at the sudden rush. “A-Ah!”

Sure enough, he stayed true to his promise and started a reckless pace that made your fingers grip the sheets and your teeth rattle, still feeling him hit deep. At some point, one of your hands went back to rest on your hip, just to fulfill your body’s desire to move (all the sensations were making your nerves go haywire). Before you could remove it, Taehyung’s hand came up to wrap around your wrist, his hold tight enough to make your breath hitch. You looked back at him in mild question only for the same thing to happen again at the sight that greeted you.

His parted black hair was mussed, the strands sticking to his damp forehead. Those nearly jet black eyes zeroed in on your face with unbridled greed, full lips suffering under the pressure of his straight teeth. Sweat covered every inch of his tanned skin, a few drops catching your eye as they rolled down his chest and torso. And the way the veins in his toned forearm popped as he gripped onto your wrist...

Whatever you were going to ask died out the second your eyes laid on him.

Unfortunately for you, he noticed, loosening his lips from his teeth to shoot you a ravenous smirk.

“What is it, baby? Trying to get a good look at me?”

You tried to speak but couldn’t, eyes looking directly at the hand wrapped around you.

“Ah, hope you don’t mind me doing that—” Taehyung rubbed over the inside of your wrist with his thumb. “Wanna make sure you’re not moving around too much while I’m fucking you senseless.”

A clench on him let him know that you didn’t mind at all.

“Shit—” Taehyung picked up the power of his thrusts, making sure to keep his hold on you tight so your body didn’t jolt too far, licking his lips at the sharp cries you gave with each stroke. “You like when I pound you like this, baby?”

“Fuck, V, yesss...feels so fucking good!”

“Goddamn— Your pussy is so amazing, gorgeous, taking me in like this—” He looked at where your bodies met, groaning at how you clung to and coated him with your arousal. “You’re squeezing me so tight and making a mess on me...fucking love it!”

Hearing the absolute lechery spilling from his mouth completely erased whatever mental blocks you had, allowing your own words to fly out without hesitation.

“Of course, baby...wanna show you how much I’ve been dying to do this since I first watched you— Always thought about this thick cock splitting me apart and making me come over and over again, mnh! Even my best toy can’t compare to you...”

Taehyung thought his desire couldn’t increase anymore but then you opened your mouth and said those words, causing a growl to escape. “Oh yeah?” His free hand decided to make its return to smacking your ass. “You love my cock that much?”

“Mhm—!” The swat made your voice raise in pitch momentarily and your back arch. “It feels so nice sliding in and out of me...think my hand would cramp up if I tried to recreate this on my own...”

“Heh, maybe—” He leaned down far enough for only you to hear as he husked, “But I wouldn’t be against doing this again with you, gorgeous. Maybe you won’t need those pesky toys of yours anymore.”

Your head whipped up in shock at what he said. Did he just say what you think he said?

That couldn’t be. Maybe your brain was all scrambled from the multiple orgasms and getting railed. Yeah...right?

But you couldn’t ask him to clarify as he decided to go even faster, ripping a shriek from your throat to intermingle with the slapping of his hips striking your ass repeatedly.

“Oh God! Yes, fuck me hard, just like that—!”

You didn’t have to tell him twice as Taehyung kept it up, the sounds coming from the both of you becoming louder and more frequent as the minutes passed by. The two of you were so into the sex that you forgot about your audience, paying no mind to the absolute chaos of compliments flying on the screen. The only thing that broke the veil of suggestiveness was the guttural groan that came from Taehyung after a while.

“Goddammit—“ His hand connected with your ass yet again. “I’m about to come…fuck—“

A hard clamp and a shiver was how you responded to his declaration, already picturing the expression he would make as he fell over the edge. Dark brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut with his mouth slack as his head threw back in sheer euphoria. Whimpering at the vivid image, you did your best to help out by tightening on him with each plunge, earning louder swears and harsher smacks to your sore ass cheek. In time, Taehyung rasped out, sounding a little more unhinged now, “Shit, I have to—”

Just as you felt him start to pull out of you, you pushed back on him, burying his dick once more.

“Fuck...don’t—”

Taehyung’s head whipped up at your strained words as his hips paused, wondering if he heard wrong. “What’s that, baby?”

You had to force out around a strong moan, “D-Don’t…don’t pull out, please! Want your come inside me—“

Taehyung’s mouth dropped at your request, wondering if you were serious or just letting your lust cloud your judgment. But then you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes lidded and overflowing with lust, your bottom lip held under your teeth.

“Do it, baby.”

Those three words were all he needed to get back on track with his thrusts.

“Fucking shit…” He snarled out, striking your ass more than once in response. “You’re so damn greedy, letting me come inside this cunt of yours— Can’t get enough of me so you want me to fill you up?“

Your eyes nearly rolled back at his reprimanding. “Yes V! Fill me up, fill this little hole of mine, please baby!”

Taehyung could feel his limit approaching fast but your needy words only gave him a few seconds before the pressure behind his dick came to be too much. All he could do was bury himself before he lost control.

“Oh baby— If that’s what you want, I’ll fucking give it to you! A-Ah, God! Fuck—!”

With a shout, Taehyung tightened his grip on your wrist and dug his nails into your ass cheek as he emptied himself inside you, making you gasp at the heat splashing against your walls.

“O-Oh yes...give it to me, baby—!”

As if he wasn’t coming hard enough already, you decided to milk every drop of him with your muscles, savoring the nearly broken gasps that came out of the man behind you. Taehyung could only keep upright for so long, doubling over your back as his hips jerked uncontrollably. All too soon, he came to a complete stop, panting harshly as the last of his release shot out.

“H-Holy shit...”

His breathless exclamation made you giggle quietly, looking back at him to grin at the fucked-out look on his sweat-drenched face. “All better now?”

“Y-Yeah...” Taehyung let out a weak chuckle, reaching a shaking hand up to push his hair back. “Fuck, been a while since I came that hard.”

“Oh? Could’ve fooled me, thought I saw you come like that the one day you had the plug in.”

He laughed a little more at the recollection. “Ah, that show. Well, as fun as that was, still pales to this.”

Your cheeks couldn’t help but warm at that, combined with the grateful look Taehyung gave you. “Glad to be of help, V.”

Chuckling, he gave your bottom a gentle pat. But then he realized that you hadn’t finished yet, cursing himself for getting carried away and ignoring your needs. Looking down at where he was still connected to you, he bit his lip before looking up at you.

“You didn’t come yet, right?”

Blinking, you realized that no, you hadn’t. You were so caught up in the frenzy that the thought of hitting your peak didn’t even cross your mind; it helped that you had experienced two orgasms already.

“No, I didn’t...”

Taehyung nodded, straightening his body up once more with as much strength as he could muster. Before you could ask what he was about to do, his hips resumed the rigorous pace from earlier, forcing you to gasp out loud.

“V, wh—”

“Shh, gorgeous. Need to make you come again, hold on tight for me.”

“B-But you, ah—!”

He cut you off with a deep thrust and a swat. “Quiet, Y/N. Stay there and let me do this.”

You weren’t going to fight his offer by any means but the sternness of his words killed any possible resistance. Giving a weak nod, you faced forward and received a bit of praise before Taehyung changed the angle of his movements, rolling his hips to stroke along your walls.

“O-Oh…ah…”

“You like that, baby?”

A whimper escaped your lips as you dug your fingers into the sheets. “Y-Yes—“

Taehyung chuckled huskily, grabbing one of your ass cheeks before shaking it. “Yeah? Like me fucking my come into this little pussy?”

“Oh God, yes baby—”

The man behind you flashed his teeth at how you buried your face in the bed momentarily afterwards, the last thing he said increasing your pleasure. You could still feel his seed housed deep inside you, being pushed further in with each thrust. The sensation of it was unexpectedly pleasant.

“Y/N.” Whipping your head up, you looked back at him, nearly whimpering at that commanding look on his face again. “Touch yourself.”

Swallowing hard at the darkness of his lidded eyes, you bit your lip as you moved your free hand underneath to begin circling your nub, crying out sharply. The strong wave of bliss left you unable to support your upper body any longer, forcing you to rest your cheek on the mattress for leverage.

“H-Hah—!”

“Feels good, huh? That little clit of yours must be so swollen by now.”

“Y-Yes V— Fuuuck—”

Of course he decided to speed up a little more now, throwing in some spanking as well. As if you weren’t suffering (absolutely enjoying) this enough already. Either way, everything Taehyung was doing, combined with your slick fingers working yourself over, was rapidly bringing you to your third climax of the night, your body beginning to tremble in anticipation.

“O-Oh my God—!” You squeezed your eyes shut to focus on all of the sensations, keeping your hand moving as you cried out, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking come—!”

Taehyung cursed loudly at your declaration, keeping his hips moving steadily as his hand smacked your ass again. “Yeah, baby? Gonna come all over my dick like a good girl?”

“Yes, yes!”

He bared his teeth in unbridled lust, delivering another hit to the same cheek. “Yes, gorgeous, let me feel it— Gotta feel this pussy clench, wanna see if you’ll squirt on me again—“

His words shot straight to your core, prompting a tight squeeze at the thought of possibly repeating the little stunt from earlier. But you didn’t have much time to ponder as a violent surge overcame you as the knot deep in your belly snapped, forcing a broken gasp from your sore throat.

“A-Ah! V!”

All you could do was say his name before nothing but white blinded your vision, your back arching as you shook in front of him.

Taehyung had watched you close the whole time but now he made sure to keep his eyes completely focused on you as you came yet again, gripping his softening cock with enough force to make him grit his teeth. And sure enough, he got his wish as he felt a rush of wetness leaking onto him, groaning lowly when he looked down to see the mess. “Fuck, that’s it, gorgeous, knew you could do it— You must feel so fucking good right now, yeah?”

You could barely hear him but answering was nearly impossible with how hard you were coming. After what felt like ages, your body finally calmed down enough to slump against the bed, weak whines creeping past your lips and hips giving occasional jerks. You felt Taehyung lean down, pressing his sweaty torso to your equally damp back, brushing his lips against your ear to whisper.

“Still with me, baby?”

A hushed laugh left you at his question. “My body is, don’t know about my spirit, though.”

Taehyung chuckled and gave your cheek a kiss. “Just a little longer and we can finish, okay?”

As exhausted as you were, you felt a bit of sadness at your time together ending soon. But it was a show. He wasn’t obligated to keep this going on after the camera shut off. So you nodded weakly, trying not to whine when he straightened up and slowly began pulling out of you, allowing his come to start leaking out of your stretched hole.

“Damn...look at that.” Taehyung bit his lip and held your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to allow the audience to get a better view. 

“I guess this little cunt can’t handle all of my come, huh?” He brought his fingers up to pick up the globs that started dripping down your folds, pushing them back inside you (causing you to gasp as he brushed against your oversensitive walls). “Look at this, I’m putting it back in and yet you keep pushing it out. Not as greedy as I thought you were, hm?”

“M-Mm—” You trembled at the slight discomfort of his digits, nearly sighing in relief when he removed them after the third time of pushing his mess in. Feeling some of your strength returning, you managed to push yourself up with your arms before turning around to face the screen. It took a while for your eyes to focus but once they did, they widened in shock at the frantic words in the chat.

[dom_chungha]: W.T.F. THAT WAS SO HOT I LOVE YOU TWO TOGETHER SISVHOVHOE 🥺😭🤪❤️💦💦💦

[babyJ13]: my chair is an absolute mess right now but not as bad as your sheets, I’m sure 😝 you guys were amazing, can you do this again sometime? 👀

[KookyBun]: take all of my fucking money, you sexy bastards 💸 ughhhh, pls tell me where I can see more of her, I love her 😘😘😘

And that was only a portion of the comments you read.

Despite all of the raunchiness you had done with Taehyung just now, seeing these words made you hide your face behind your hands, squeaking out your thanks to the audience.

“Th-Thank you guys! You’re all s-so nice!”

Taehyung wasn’t as fazed, laughing softly at your bashful reaction. Sitting down next to you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving it a gentle rub. “Told you they would love you. My fans are some of the best on this site—” He gave the webcam one of his dazzling grins. “Right?”

Sure enough, the screen filled up with affirmations and declarations of love for the model, prompting him to laugh again.

“Aww, you’re all too good to me!”

Now your hands lowered down, revealing a face that bit back a large smile. This experience went a lot smoother than you expected (well, aside from your nerves in the beginning and nearly choking on Taehyung’s dick halfway through). You attributed most of it to Taehyung’s natural charisma and ability to make whoever he was interacting with feel comfortable. Well, that and the deep recesses of your mind that housed many fantasies of you and him in scenarios that you never thought would see the light of day.

“How’s my costar feeling?”

You turned your head to see him giving you a soft smile. “She’s feeling pretty damn great. Exhausted but great.”

His eyes squinted in joy, giving your shoulder a pat. “Happy to hear it. You looked like you were having the time of your life.”

“I was! Really, V—” You couldn’t help but lean in to give him a one-armed hug. “Thank you so much for the opportunity. You’re wonderful.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit at the kiss you gave to his cheek before his grin became a little timid now. “No problem, baby.”

The two of you continued talking to the viewers for a few more minutes until the other looked at the time, making a sound of disappointment. “Shit, looks like we’ll have to wrap it up for the night.” He shot you a pout. “This is always my least favorite part.”

You reflected the expression. “Mine too.”

Your humor made his lips twitch before he looked at the camera once more. “Alright everyone, I wish we could keep this going on for a little longer but we’re way past schedule as it is. Don’t worry, Friday will be here again before you know it! Make sure to keep an eye out for the video to be uploaded in the next couple of days.”

On cue, Taehyung held his fingers together in the shape of a heart, winking and blowing a kiss. 

“Until next time. Borahae!”

Just when you thought he was going to get up and cut the stream off, he gave you an expectant look, motioning you to give your own goodbye. Mouth popping open in surprise, you quickly recovered, clearing your throat before addressing the chat.

“Thank you guys for being supportive! I’m sure a lot of you were upset that you didn’t win but I hope everyone gets another chance at this the next time there’s a contest. Trust me—” You shot Taehyung a coy smirk. “It’s quite the experience.” You didn’t see the way his eyes lowered at the comment, returning your gaze to the screen. “Anyways, see everyone next week in the chat!”

Giving your own kiss as well, you spotted Taehyung getting up to walk towards his computer, shutting off the stream, leaving just the two of you alone in the room now. With that one action, the atmosphere seemed to change. Your nerves were slowly making their way back in as you tried not to feel awkward now that the show was over. What happened now? Did you have to leave as soon as possible? Was there a post-camshow discussion that was supposed to occur?

“Y/N.”

Your inner rambling was halted when Taehyung called you. You jumped when you spotted him standing in front of you now, head cocked to the side.

“Everything alright?”

“O-Oh! Yeah...”

His lips curled as his arms folded over his sweat-covered chest. “You sure? You looked like you were in your own world just now.”

Your cheeks warmed as he called you out, lifting a hand up to brush some hair out of your face as you looked off to the side. “Positive. Just, um, processing everything, hah...”

Taehyung’s face softened. “You’re definitely feeling okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, not at all!” A small laugh left you. “I mean, I’m sure I’m going to feel this in the morning but other than that, I’m doing very well.”

Taehyung smiled a little more at your reassurance but his boxy one made a comeback at the end of it. “Well, seeing as how my sheets are a mess now, I can’t accuse you of embellishing.”

“Taehyung!” You hid your face again as he laughed. “Jesus, I can’t believe I did that twice.”

“Hmm, guess I’ve got the magic touch.” Now you reached out to lightly smack the side of his thigh, receiving a loud laugh in response to that and the glaring pout you gave. “Sorry, sorry!”

“Hmph, whatever.”

The man in front of you giggled before placing his hand on your head, giving it a gentle pat. “Let me get you a towel so you can clean up.”

With that, Taehyung headed into the connected bathroom, reemerging with a couple of towels and handing one to you. You gave him a smile and a thanks before running the fabric over your damp skin first. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the other doing the same. He cleaned himself off but skipped over his cock for now. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at how it was coated and glistening with both of your come. Something about the sight was lighting that fire up inside of you again and gave you an idea that you were shocked to even think about.

Before you could kill the thought, you called out to Taehyung.

“Wait.”

Taehyung paused, tilting his head. “What’s wrong?”

What was going through your head shouldn’t have been there in the first place. The show was over, what were you doing? But rationality was lost as you motioned Taehyung to step closer to you. He obliged, albeit with confusion still on his handsome face. Before you could chicken out, you took a hold of his limp cock, holding it up to lean forward and begin licking off the mess on it.

“Y-Y/N!”

His shocked gasp of your name didn’t deter you, aiming to get him as clean as possible. The mix of everything tasted...odd, to say the least. But the hold this man had on you was so strong that you were doing whatever you could to leave a lasting impression on him, to stand out from any other lucky winners in the future. It must be working as when you finished, pulling away with a lick of the lips, Taehyung was giving you that same intense look that came up a few times during the session.

The sight made you shiver and press your messy thighs together.

He made sure to keep his gaze locked with yours, hoping that you could ascertain how much he enjoyed the surprise. Despite his recent orgasm, Taehyung felt a stirring beginning yet again. He was the professional and you were the fan but goddamn if he wasn’t tempted to pin you to the bed and go for another round or two after that.

But a knock on the door interrupted, making the two of you jump out of the bubble of tension that had begun building up again. Breaking the eye contact (albeit reluctantly), Taehyung cleared his throat before calling out.

“Just a minute!”

With that, you decided to push whatever just happened to the back of your head as you pulled your shirt back down, frowning at how stained it had gotten. Reminding yourself to throw it in the wash when you got home, you lifted up enough to wrap the towel around your hips. You would have stood up but your legs still felt wobbly plus Taehyung’s come was starting to run down your thigh. Said man chose to pull his sweatpants on instead before going over to open the door, revealing Hoseok behind it, beaming like the sun.

“Hello there!” He walked in, revealing a water bottle in each of his hands, handing one to Taehyung before doing the same for you. 

“How are my little movie stars?”

You giggled at him, quickly uncapping the bottle before taking a much-needed sip. “Ready to take a long nap.”

“Likewise.”

Hoseok chuckled as the both of you had practically the same answer. “Well, I’m not surprised, after all of that? You both deserve a sandwich along with it! Seriously, you guys were amazing—“ His eyes playfully squinted at you. 

“Especially you, Miss I’ve-Never-Done-This-Before.”

You couldn’t help but be amused yet flustered at his words, shrugging. “I’m serious, I haven’t! I just…let go and pretended it was only me and him the whole time.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but shoot you a proud smile, happy that you came around from the shaking mess that stepped into his room.

“Well, either way, I loved it. The audience did too, you should see how wild the chat was after you signed off!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm!” Hoseok grinned. “Got a lot of people asking if you’ve got your own channel.” He smirked at his client. “Looks like you’ve got a bit of competition, Tae.”

Taehyung gasped dramatically, a hand resting on his chest. “What?! Wow, to think Y/N would steal my fans from me, after all I’ve done for her!”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh please, like it would even make a dent on your followers. Trust me, I don’t think my shows would be as intriguing as yours.”

“Aww, so humble.”

Hoseok laughed at your banter before he clapped his hands together all of a sudden. “God, I’m so excited to take the video to Baekhyun-nim for editing tomorrow! I can’t remember the last time I felt like this!”

Taehyung gave his manager a look of offense. 

“Hyung, are you calling my solo shows boring?!”

“No dummy, you know that’s not what I mean. I’m saying that I haven’t seen chemistry and intensity like that from my clients in ages!”

“Hmph, if you say so. My manager doesn’t have faith in me anymore.” You giggled when Taehyung pouted at you, only to grow into a cackle when Hoseok walked over and smacked him upside the head. 

“Hey!”

“Hush, you little drama queen. Okay—” The blond’s sunny smile returned. “Why don’t you two get cleaned up completely and I’ll order us some dinner in the meantime?”

At his offer, your eyes widened. “Oh Hobi, you don’t have to—”

“Hey hey hey, none of that, Y/N. What kind of manager would I be if I didn’t feed my workers? I’m sure you two are starving, I know I am.”

As he said that, your stomach decided to rumble quietly, proving him right. “Hmm, fine. It’s pretty late though, what’s even open around this time?”

Taehyung jumped in, “There’s a couple! There’s Chinese takeout, pizza and a place that makes some pretty nice ramyeon.”

Looking up in thought, you couldn’t find yourself in a mood for any particular type of food. “I could go with any of them, why don’t you guys choose?”

Taehyung lit up like a lamp at your suggestion before looking at Hoseok with puppy eyes. “Hyung, can we get pizza? Pleaaaase?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Fine but I’m only getting one order of garlic knots this time. You left them behind the last time and I ended up having to throw them out!”

“Aw man, fine.”

Once the two came to an agreement, Hoseok left to go place your respective orders. Taehyung offered you his bathroom to get washed up and took your stained shirt to throw in the wash while he gave you one of his t-shirts to borrow for now. You couldn’t help but feel a bit special at getting to wear his clothing, the fabric smelling of him mixed with detergent.

Taehyung showered also, deciding to throw his pajamas on instead (you commended him for his trumpet-print pants). Not long after you were both done, Hoseok announced that the pizza had arrived, prompting the two of you to race down to the kitchen. Everyone got their fill of the food, along with a bottle of soju Taehyung broke out, until eyes were lidded and bellies were close to bursting. Hoseok looked at his watch only to comment on how late it was and that you should get home to get some rest. You didn’t mind staying longer in their company but both the men looked just as tired as you were; you couldn’t impose.

You pulled out your phone to call for a ride only for Taehyung to stop and offer to pay instead. You were ready to fight him on it until he gave you a no-nonsense look, forcing you to sigh and give in, too full to argue. Once the app let him know the car was ten minutes away, you said your goodbye to Hoseok. The blond gave you a hug and a pat on the back, congratulating you again for a job well done before promising to keep in contact with you concerning the video.

So now you and Taehyung sat on his front steps, taking in the warm air as small talk was made.

“And then he deleted the file by accident, all because it was off by one number.”

“Jesus, that sounds awful. Please tell me you guys have a recovery system.”

“We do, thank God.” You sighed. “Or else my company would have been one less employee short. Blood would’ve ended up on my hands that day.”

Taehyung shook his head as he chuckled in disbelief at the story about how Mark nearly lost an extremely important document detailing the company’s yearly finances. “Props to you for being able to be in a career like that, I would have lost my mind if I was in your place.”

“Trust me, I’ve had many close calls.” Your eyes rolled as you leaned back on your arms. “Especially when my boss gets wind of any mistakes? It makes me want to jump out of the window.”

Taehyung laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I can imagine.”

Silence came between the two of you, comfortable now that you were growing familiar with each other. This led to the model to think about something you had mentioned during your meeting, wanting to pick your brain a bit.

“Hey Y/N.”

You turned to him. “Yes?”

Taehyung tilted his head. “Would you ever consider giving camming a serious shot one of these days?”

You weren’t expecting him to say that.

But you couldn’t help but wonder. Would you?

“I mean...” Your hands clasped in your lap. “It’s not my dream job but it is something I’m still interested in trying. But I don’t know how I’d do...”

Taehyung nodded slowly at your response. “Hmm...you want my honest opinion?”

“Shoot.”

His tongue flicked out over his lips as his dark eyes regarded you. “I think if you find a market or niche to focus on and put the time and investment into it, you’ll do pretty well.” At your incredulous look, he continued.

“I’m serious, not blowing smoke up your ass! You looked like you were having fun during the show and the way you transitioned along the way and spoke—” The boxy grin returned. “You have potential. You’re not perfect but it takes time to improve and find out what does and doesn’t work for you. If you really want it, you’ll do amazing.”

All you could do was stare at Taehyung afterwards, in shock at what he said. To hear someone who had way more experience than you did in this line of work say that you had a chance?

You couldn’t help but break out into an ecstatic grin.

“Thank you Taehyung...”

The man next to you nodded before he became silent again. Now he cocked his head. “Hey, why don’t I give you my number? In case you ever have any questions or need any advice?”

Your mouth popped open at the offer. “I-Is that okay? I don’t mind but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for giving your number out to fans.”

Taehyung waved dismissively. “Eh, it’s fine, you’re an exception. I trust you not to blow up my phone with creepy messages anyway.”

“I mean...” You laughed at the appalled sound he gave. “Kidding, kidding!”

The two of you exchanged numbers while you tried not to dance in place. How much more luck could you get? A ping sounded from Taehyung’s phone afterwards. “Oop, looks like your ride is about to turn down the street.”

He stood up and held his hand out to help you up before walking down the steps and walkway with you. The both of you stood side by side near the road, looking down the quiet street to keep an eye out for a specific car. Headlights popped up soon and made their way down towards the house. Looks like the night is over.

“Hey.”

At the soft call, you turned and looked up to see Taehyung stepping closer before holding your shoulders with care. Tilting your head, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat a little faster at the proud smile he gave you. And then you felt yourself being pulled into a hug.

“You did great, gorgeous. Thank you for doing this with me.”

A thudding filled your ears as you wrapped your arms around his lean body as well, giving him a careful squeeze.

“Thank you Tae...really, you helped me out more than you thought.”

A pleased hum sounded from him. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. Get home safe, okay?”

“Will do. Enjoy your weekend, Taehyung.”

The two of you parted (reluctantly, for you) in time for the car to roll up in front, the driver waiting patiently. But then Taehyung had to sneak in a kiss to your cheek before shooing you off cutely. How were you supposed to leave quietly after that?!

You forced yourself to give him a pout and a light punch to the arm before entering your ride, greeting the driver as you rolled the window down and waved goodbye to Taehyung. Much to your gratitude, they weren’t much of a talker, allowing you to process everything that happened.

You still couldn’t believe that you had sex with your favorite camboy on a live stream. After only knowing him for two days. In front of thousands of strangers. And you used your real name and showed your face while you spewed and performed all kinds of smut that would give a priest a heart attack.

Would you do it again?

Your lips curled.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

You look pointedly at his crotch as he just grins, kissing your cheek briefly before taking your hand and practically sprinting from the venue. The minute you reach the town car his lips are on yours. He pushes you against the door, not checking to see if anyone else had decided to escape early. His lips travel along your chin, down to your neckline, marking your collarbone as he delicately pushes the thin straps off your shoulders. 

"Tae..." No response, the man keeps running his tongue along your cleavage.

 "Tae..." You push at his arms trying to get his attention but he just holds you tighter. 

"TAE!" His head snaps up and he takes a step backwards.

"Yeah?" His mouth is already swollen.

"We need to go home, we can't do this here." You nod in the direction of the valet, despite the fact he seems to have not noticed what you're up to. 

"I thought I made it very clear that I needed you now.” He leans against you, pressing his erection into your thigh.

"You might just have to wait until we get home." You sigh.

Pushing him back a little so you can open the door. He joins you in the back seat and you both realise the driver isn't in the vehicle, not expecting you for another hour. You watch Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he looks at the empty driver's seat and then back at you. 

"Why wait when the windows are tinted?" He says.

He immediately leans back in to kiss you. His hands snake around you so he can drag you into his lap. You awkwardly straddle his thighs, heels dragging across the backs of the chairs behind you. You untangle yourself from Taehyung long enough to discard the offending footwear, stilettos are hardly conducive to the things you had planned. 

In the meantime Taehyung continues the assault on your neck, creating large purple blooms in his wake.  His fingers fumble with the zipper at the back of your dress. You allow the sheer fabric to fall to your waist granting him full access to your chest. He relishes in his new canvas, while you unclasp your bra to rid yourself of that too. His head dips to take a nipple in his mouth, tugging lightly as his hands explore all of your exposed skin. As he reaches to play with your other nipple, it becomes abundantly clear that this isn't a fair playing field. You whine and pull back until you have access to his shirt buttons.

He helps you to undo each one, making short work of the offending fabric. You run your hands along his abs, never tiring of the feeling of his flawless skin under your fingertips. You rub your thumbs gently against his nipples, watching as he shivers from the ticklish feeling. 

"Need you now." He groans. 

Taehyung’s hand reaches up to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck. The carefully designed updo ruined in a matter of heavy-handed seconds. He kisses you so hard that you can feel your lips bruising. His free hand goes to the zipper in his slacks, freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his tight performing underwear. He gently runs a finger along your slit, thrilled to find you had forgone panties to avoid lines in your gown. 

He circles your clit briefly before losing focus and switching his attention back to himself. Taehyung presses the head of his cock against your entrance and you settle slowly into his lap, feeling every inch. You widen your stance across him, making it easier to manoeuvre yourself in the limited space. His hands settle on your hips, supporting each little bounce you make. He thrusts subtly, meeting you mid-air every time you bottom out. You can tell by the way his fingertips dig into your skin that he isn't going to last long today, but as the clock ticks down to the driver returning, it's best that you don't linger. 

Your thighs burn as you apply more force in the limited space, dangerously close to hitting your head on the roof of the car. His head rolls back over the chairs, mouth hanging open as you claw at his pecs. The pain does nothing to quell his orgasm. A few more thrusts and Taehyung cums hard inside of you, panting heavily as if he had done most of the work. You continue to ride him, grinding against his pelvis to create friction against your clit. His expression of pleasure quickly becomes one of pain as you push him into oversensitivity trying to reach your own undoing.

He moans lowly as you keep going. So close to cumming, his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into his chest. With the last of his energy, he drives hard into you, unwilling to let you go without finishing. You cum quickly like this, clinging to his shoulders as you fall over the edge and he finally lets himself stop. 

You allow yourself a second to breathe before pulling the straps of your dress back up, not bothering to replace the bra. Taehyung allows you to slip off his lap and into your own seat again but he doesn't let you get too far, arm snaking around your shoulders to keep you close as you both wait for the driver to return so you can finally get home and maybe start round two.

Her legs press together and I absentmindedly lick my lip

I just wanna be in between her pretty legs, licking her cream then fucking her stupid

She points to the photographer, snapping me out of my thoughts

Fuck I'm in the middle of a shoot and I just had a mini sex fantasy of my girlfriend

I need to get it together

Paying attention to the photographer, I continue the shoot, doing different poses, different faces

And all the while I keep looking at her

I just admit defeat and look between shots

I can't help it

She's so fucking hot, I can't take it sometimes

She thinks I'm crazy when I tell her how hot she is, how much she turns me on, how beautiful she is

She gives me a weird face and when I insist I do see her that way, she pats my cheek and smiles

Like she doesn't believe me

Doesn't matter because I will never stop telling her that she's gorgeous and that I love her more than anything

Finally my turn for pictures is over

I move off the wall, walking towards her

Grabbing her hand, I pull her along as we leave the set

I need her now

I walk past Jungkook, who's walking towards us, hearing him say, "Where you guys going?"

He knows

I fuck her literally everyday

I bypass the dressing room we got ready in because there's way too many people there

The next two dressing rooms have people in them too and I'm getting antsy

Thankfully the next one is empty and I open the door

"Uh what are we doing here?", she asks as I pull her inside, closing and locking the door

Pulling her against me I crash my mouth to hers in a searing hot kiss

She responds immediately, kissing me back and pulling me tightly to her

I press my hard on into her, rubbing against her

"That's why we're here", I whisper

"Uh..um.", she babbles

"You were distracting me so much pumpkin. I couldn't focus on the shoot because I had to keep looking at you", I tell her, pressing kisses to her slender neck, "You're so fucking hot baby and god you make me so horny"

"Fuck Tae"

Grabbing her hand, I put it on my cock, "See how hard I am? Do you know how hard it is to pose with this in my pants?"

"My poor baby", she says softly, kissing my cheek

Her hands slide down my to my jacket, unbuttoning it and tearing it open

I don't have a shirt on under it and her small warm hands are immediately on my skin, touching gently

"Fuck pumpkin", I whimper, loving her touch

I can just lay in bed all day feeling her touch me

I can't get enough

She shoves the jacket off me and it lands on the floor while her hands moved further down, undoing my belt and my pants

"Let me help you baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me make it better"

I nod, whimpering as my pants and boxers hit the floor

She kneels on the carpet, her tongue licking my cock from base to tip and I moan loudly

She takes me in her mouth and starts sucking while bobbing her head back and forth, pleasure slapping my body everywhere

She's such a fucking pro at giving me blow jobs

She always goes hard, it always feels amazing, her mouth fucking incredible

Switch between sucking and licking, she moves her mouth faster, licking right under the tip where she knows I love it

Her head moves down, taking me in her throat, deepthroating me easily

She holds me in her mouth sucking hard and swallowing, making her already tight throat even tighter

"God baby!", I cry, my hand plunging in her hair, "Such a good girl"

I'm so close and I'm debating coming in her mouth

I know if I do, I can't fuck her right now because I don't know if I can get hard again in the short timeframe we have right now

And as amazing as it feels, I want to cum in her warm pussy

Painstakingly, I pull her head away and she looks up at me confused

I hold out my hand to her and she takes them while I pull her up

I get all my clothes off then take her hand and lead her to the couch

I sit on it, then pull her to me by her belt loops of her jeans

I get them and all her clothes off in record time, pulling her on me

She sits, straddling me, her pretty pussy so wet

Moving my hand, I touch her, getting her creamy juice all over my fingers

Keeping my eyes on her, I move my hand up, put my fingers in my mouth and I suck on them moaning so loudly at her incredible taste

God I'm a sucker for her cum

"So good pumpkin", I smirk, watching her swallowing hard

Holding my cock up, I raise my eyebrow at her

"Fuck me pumpkin"

She immediately moves over my shaft and lowers herself, impaling her cunt on my entire length in one shot

We both cry out as she starts to move quickly and hard, pleasure filling my body with every move

"Yeah baby. Fuck. I love when you ride me", I whine

"I love riding you Tae", she whimpers, "Big cock, so hard. Feels so good inside me. Rubbing and hitting all the right spots"

"Mmm I think you like my cock baby"

"I love it Tae", she moans, pulling me into a kiss

I thrust up into her when she's coming down and my cock goes so deep inside her, her cunt flooding my lap and throbbing wonderfully as I slam into her spot

"Yes Taehyung!", she cries

I keep thrusting hard and watch her ride me desperately at the same time, each hit bringing her closer

"Mmmm such a good pussy pumpkin. Cum baby", I say

Her cunt tightens so hard, her body shaking as she screams my name, flooding my cock with her creamy cum, so much bliss running through me from just her orgasm

"Yes pumpkin, good girl", I praise as I continue thrusting up

Once she slumps on me, I stand up, holding her against the wall

I'm not done with her yet

I pump my cock in and out of her tight pussy, her head against the wall, her neck exposed

I kiss and suck on every inch of her skin, spreading them down to her jiggling boobs

Holding one up, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking immediately as I fuck her into the wall

Her pussy feels so good, stretching and hugging me, like she's desperate to hold on to me

I like that a lot

"Tae", she whimpers, her hands in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Mmm", I answer, switching to her other nipple, her cunt flooding me length as soon as I suck on her

She's close

I am too

I just need to feel her orgasm and it'll push me over the edge

Hitting her spot deeply, she screams in pleasure, pulsing uncontrollably

Her orgasm starts mine and I yell in ecstasy, sheathing my cock inside her as I spill everything I have

The tugging and pulling her cunt is doing on my cock feels amazing and just prolongs everything

"Taehyung! God", she moans while I bury my face in her neck, moaning her name over and over again

When it's over, I just keep holding her, breathing in the scent of her skin, feeling her arms around me

My heart is jack hammering in my chest and all I want is to take her to the couch and sleep

Unfortunately I can't

"Think you can do the photo shoot now baby?", she teases softly, making me chuckle

"Maybe for a little until I look at you and get hard again"

"Kim, Taehyung, you better do your job and do it well or I won't ride you when we get home"

I lift my head, smiling widely at her

"You will?"

"If you're a good boy"

"I am", I promise, "I'm your good boy pumpkin"

She nods, pressing a small kiss on my lips

Putting her down, we both clean up, then get dressed again

Although I know the stylists are gonna have to fix my outfit

And my hair

And most likely my make up

Yeah they're not gonna be happy

"C'mon Tae", she calls, holding her hand out to me

I take it and she leads me out the door back to the set

As I predicted, the stylists surround me immediately, they're hands all over, fixing my appearance

When that's finally done, I take her hand and lead her back to the set

"It's about fucking time!", Namjoon says, "We've been looking for you"

"I was busy", I say, rolling my eyes

"We have to do group shots and you were missing!"

"I'm here now", I answer

Namjoon is about to say something else when the director cuts in

"Ok, let's just do these shots and finish the shoot ok?"

Everyone agrees

"Behave", she says as she kisses me softly

"I'll try", I smirk at her

She rolls her eyes but smiles, shooing me away and I walk to the guys, already imagining what's to come tonight

I glance at her and get hard