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There were a million other things Jungkook would have rather been doing than sitting in the corner of a crowded cafe at eleven in the morning. Namjoon had recently taken up the habit of dragging him out of bed every Thursday, his only free day of the week, for coffee and carrot cake. He had said that it was because he wanted to spend more quality time with Jungkook, but they both knew it was just an excuse to stare at the tiny tawny-haired barista who just so happened to coincidentally work ever Tuesday and Thursday morning.
But he did get a free hot chocolate and carrot cake out of every visit so who was he to complain. For all the show Jungkook put on of being annoyed with his friend’s early morning ogling, it was actually quite endearing to see Namjoon so captivated by a boy he barely spoke more than two sentences to once a week. Besides, the silence gave him time to plan out his outfit for later that night.
A heavy sigh sounded across the table and Jungkook looked up from where he had been staring blankly down at his half eaten cake.
“Do you think Jimin will ever notice me?” Namjoon said, tone forlorn as he stole a bite from Jungkook’s plate.
Ignoring the rather large piece now missing from his cake, Jungkook held back a smile when he glanced over and caught Jimin peeking at Namjoon from over the coffee machine. “I’m pretty sure he already has.”
Namjoon only frowned deeper at his words, staring into the foam on his coffee. “What if he has a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”
“Hyung,” Jungkook tapped on the table between them to gain Namjoon’s attention, offering an encouraging smile when his friend finally met his eyes. “He always finds something to compliment you on when we come in. Not to mention that he doesn’t even need to ask for your name or your order anymore.”
The corner of Namjoon’s lips quirked up slightly, his fingers trailing over the smiley face Jimin had drawn onto his receipt. The bell over the door brought Namjoon back from whatever dreamland he had fallen into and he looked up to Jungkook suddenly.
“Enough about me. How are you, Jungkook? Lately you’ve been looking like you’re about to keel over whenever I see you.”
Jungkook scowled. “Thanks.”
“No, seriously. Are you overworking yourself again? I told you six courses would be too much for one semester.” Namjoon spoke softly, worry lacing his voice.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… My mom has really been on my ass about this whole tutoring thing.” Jungkook said. His voice falling quiet with the guilt of lying to his friend.
None of his friends knew about his private livestreams, about his ‘fans’ and their generous tips, and he preferred to keep it that way. He had come up with the excuse of tutoring a few months back when his roommate, Seokjin, had questioned where the sudden influx of money and high end clothing brands had come from. The lie had seemed to satisfy Seokjin, and so when Namjoon had asked why he was always so busy in the evenings it seemed like the perfect cover up.
He didn’t like lying to his friends. He’d tell them if it weren’t for his insecurities getting in the way. The fear of how their view of him might change after they found out that he jacked off on camera in front of strangers for money was a constant thought at the back of his head. It wasn’t like it was something he did just for some extra cash, but the more time spent interacting with his fans and making friends within the community, the more he actually enjoyed doing it. He was more than confident with his body and his videos, and he loved the attention he got - but OnlyFans Jungkook was different from normal everyday Jungkook.
It was a silly fear, he knew. People had become a lot more accepting, but he just couldn’t shake the thought from his head. The shield of anonymity that being behind a webcam gave him was empowering. No one knew his real name or where he lived.
“-ook? Jungkook?” Namjoon waved his hand in front of Jungkook, his brows creasing together.
“Sorry, hyung. The hot chocolate is doing a pretty good job of lulling me to sleep.” Jungkook sat up straight, rolling his shoulders back and groaning at the pops and cracks down his spine.
Namjoon winced. “Maybe you should hold off on taking on any more students. And maybe go see a chiropractor.”
Jungkook hummed, distracted as his phone chimed with a notification from where he had placed it face down on the table. His heart picked up when he recognized the special tone he had set for his favourite YouTuber. He reached out to check the notification without hesitation, ignoring the defeated sigh from Namjoon at being ignored.
New Tweet from PaintWithVantae :
“I’m back with a new video this evening at 4pm! Tonight I teach you how to do skin tones using oil paints :) I missed you all!”
An unconscious smile spread across Jungkook’s face when he opened Twitter and was greeted with a photo of Vantae grinning as he sat next to a large oil painting of peach and cream brush strokes blending together to depict a strong hand pressed against a person's chest. Sand coloured hair curled around Vantae’s cheeks, his lip’s spread into a wide grin that pushed his cheeks up into his eyes.
He was easily the most attractive man Jungkook had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, every fine line and detail along Vantae’s jawline, neck, and hands could easily rival the precise brush strokes of his art. Switching accounts, Jungkook double liked the photo using his public Twitter, not wanting to make Vantae uncomfortable by using his more… private account.
“Jungkook, please.” Namjoon pulled the phone from his grasp, leveling Jungkook with a stern gaze when he made grabby hands for his phone, “ I’m just worried you’re going to burn yourself out.”
“I’m really fine. I just need to catch up on some sleep and I’ll be good as new.” Jungkook placated.
He grinned cheekily when Namjoon handed back his phone with a roll of his eyes. His friend’s attention was stolen when Jimin laughed loudly at something one of his coworkers said, head thrown back in glee. Namjoon sighed, eyes melting at the sight.
Jungkook took the chance to open twitter and switched back to his private account, tweeting out that he would be going live on his OnlyFans earlier than normal that night with a special treat for his top fans. Grabbing his bag off of the chair next to him, he placed an airpod into his right ear before quickly downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up. Namjoon looked up to him with a startled expression, surprised at the sudden energy Jungkook was showing.
“I forgot I had an assignment due tonight, We’ll have to catch up later. Sorry, Joonie Hyung.” Jungkook rushed out, leaning down to hug Namjoon goodbye.
“Take care of yourself! Seokjin and I are worried about you.” Namjoon scolded, his hand wrapped tight around Jungkook’s wrist.
“Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll definitely take care of myself.”
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Jungkook practically sprinted back to the apartment he shared with his cousin. He couldn’t help but to be a little excited that Vantae was back from the break he had taken to focus on University. It would be safe to say that Jungkook had missed him while he was gone, missed listening to his soothing voice as he explained in detail certain painting techniques or how to properly wash brushes of oil.
Vantae’s voice was deep, thick and mouth wateringly addicting just like the peach jam Jungkook ate with his breakfast every morning. That combined with the way the muscles in his arms moved under tanned skin as he painted or how his fingers held the brushes so tender yet firm made Jungkook feel some type of way. Sure, it was a little embarrassing how turned on he got from just a voice, but Jungkook knew what he liked and he definitely liked Vantae.
He knew that It was a little odd. He wasn’t sure how Vantae would feel if he ever found out that there was someone out there using his voice to push themselves over the edge; but it's not like Vantae would actually find out about it, let alone know of Jungkook’s existence.
Besides, he put on his best shows when he had Vantae’s voice right next to his ear, sounding like he was just behind him all thanks to the insanely expensive airpods the tips from his fans had allowed him to buy.
His fan’s seemed to like the mystery of not knowing what he was listening to that got him so sensitive to his own touch. His enthusiastic moans and increased willingness to do whatever they asked of him through his high only spurred on more and more generous tips and words of encouragement.
He would proudly say that his airpods were one of his best investments yet.
Jungkook burst in through the door of his apartment, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag in the entryway. Seeing the soft colours of Taehyung’s painting had brought on sudden inspiration for a cam outfit and he wanted to get home as soon as he could to get it and himself ready in time for his stream.
He had been lazing about playing video games lately and he hadn’t properly showered in a few days. The softness of his hair and the smoothness of his skin just after a long shower was something Jungkook always made sure was present during his lives.
“You’re home early.” Seokjin spoke up from where he was sitting on their couch. A bowl of chocolate buttons sat half eaten on the coffee table, Seokjin’s mouth half full as he spoke.
“Forgot I had an assignment tonight.” Jungkook said offhandedly, grabbing a handful of chocolates. He held back a laugh at Seokjin’s sound of objection. “Are you still going out tonight with Hoseok hyung?”
Seokjin hummed in affirmation. “Yeah, to that restaurant I told you about. An old friend of ours got a job playing there tonight so we wanted to go celebrate with him.”
Jungkook nodded, fiddling with his phone in his hands, clicking the power button on and off again. The quiet beat of a popular EDM song filtered through his airpod as Seokjin watched him with a raised brow.
“Why are you acting so weird?” Seokjin sent him an odd look before slowly standing up with the bowl of chocolate. “Are you having a special friend over? Is that why you want me to leave so badly?”
“Fuck off! Of course not!” Heat burst across Jungkook’s cheeks when he saw the teasing smirk his cousin was aiming at him.
“If you say so.” Seokjin sang, handing him the bowl as he walked past. Just as he opened his bedroom door, he turned back to call after Jungkook. “Oh, that Vantae boy that you like posted earlier, everyone on twitter was talking about it. Is that perhaps why you’re so eager for me to leave?”
Jungkook was sure his cheeks had changed into a bright scarlet, and judging from the knowing smile Seokjin had on his face, he knew just how much Jungkook liked Vantae.
“Just go!”
Cackling echoed from within Seokjin’s room.
The door slammed between them as Jungkook rushed into his room, only slightly embarrassed at Seokjin having found out about his little crush.
With a deep breath, he fell back onto his bed, the soft grey blankets a welcome comfort. He hadn’t realized just how tired he had been until his eyes fluttered shut and he quickly drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, he woke to the sound of his phone notifications going off, the insistent chiming disturbing his nap. He let out a groan as he rolled onto his side, his eyes settling onto the animated overwatch screensaver he had downloaded on his PC. The black digital clock on his bed table blinked an annoyingly bright 5:47pm, his sleepriddled mind too slow to process that he had fallen asleep for nearly six hours.
He jolted awake when his mind finally caught up. He glanced around his room, taking in the messy state that it was in and cried out in frustration. There was too much to do, and after promising his fans an earlier stream, he didn’t have much time left to properly prepare himself and his room.
Cursing himself for falling asleep, he made laps around the room, picking up any dirty clothes and tidying up the shelves that might be in view of the camera. Once he had his clothes piled hidden away into the corner and his bed neatly made, he ran into the shower, scrubbing his skin and shaving away all the hair on his legs that would otherwise get pulled and tugged on when he wore his tighter pants. Those pants were already uncomfortable enough, he didn’t need to add onto the feeling.
He stumbled out of the shower in his rush to get out, gathering all his lotions and skincare into his arms and dumping them onto his bed, only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He peered into the small mirror on his bed table, dabbing small amounts of serum followed by heavy amounts of cream across his skin - just enough to leave a dewy glow on his cheeks but not look overly oily.
Once satisfied with the light dusting of eyeshadow and concealer to bring out the features he knew made his top fans fawn over him, he rubbed his whole body down with lotion. He grinned at his reflection once more before opening his closet, envisioning the outfit he had planned in his head. The black button up shirt with swarovski crystals sewn into the silk fabric that he had ordered a few weeks ago was delivered over the weekend and he had been getting antsy to show it off.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He rummaged through a variety of clothes on the hangers, growing increasingly frustrated when he couldn’t find the shirt he wanted, the outfit he had planned in his head quickly falling apart.
His fingers brushed over a black laced corset near the bottom of his closet. He had thrown it there months ago after trying it on and feeling just a little unlike himself in it. The fabric was soft and the bones lining the inside of the corset weren’t uncomfortable. It did nicely shape his waist and he liked how it felt against his skin but it really didn’t fit in with the vibe he had worked hard to build up among his following.
He hummed lowly, rubbing the smooth fabric between his fingers. Perhaps if he layered one of his sheer long sleeve shirts underneath it he could make it work. After deciding on one with small lace embellishments along his arms, he struggled to tie himself into the corset properly in his rush to get ready. He pulled on a pair of tight black pants he knew shaped his thighs and ass just right - no underwear on underneath - and added some simple yet eye catching studded diamond earrings.
Glancing at the clock that now read 6:26pm, he gave his outfit one last look over before he tweeted out to his followers to head over to his OnlyFans. His phone dinged with an influx of twitter notifications and he quickly flicked it onto silent, pulling up a familiar YouTube channel. The camera light blinked on and he went live, making sure his webcam’s view was focused just right before settling himself down onto the chair by his desk.
The beginning of his streams were always a bit awkward, only a few viewers interacting with him as he worked up his audience. Usually he teased them by showing them a variety of toys; played good for them whenever someone encouraged him further with the promise of a tip.
Sure words of encouragement made him feel good, but Vantae was more than enough for him.
Pulling his lips upwards into a flirty smile, Jungkook leaned forward so he could read the list of users entering his stream. The comments were already flooding with compliments from some of his most loyal viewers and he chuckled at some of their greetings.
“Hello, everyone.” Jungkook sang softly. His confidence was boosted immediately seeing how much they seemed to love the corset.
hornydaddy69: what’s our treat tonight?
Jungkook laughed at the username, not as familiar with this user as he was with the others.
“Tonight I decided to treat you with getting up close and personal.” Jungkook grinned at the excited tips that flashed across the screen. “I know how much you love seeing me make myself feel good, so tonight I’ll show you exactly how I make myself cum with only my fingers.”
Leaning back from the camera, he ran his fingers softly down along the lace on the bodice of the corset until he reached the waistband of his pants.
He continued on like that for the next few moments, working up the viewers and himself with teasing touches along his body while slowly undoing the button of his pants. His breath was already coming in short, the anticipation of a good session already sending the blood rushing through his body.
The small remote he hid in the palm of his hand allowed him to switch the livestream to the camera he had focused onto his bed. He took his time lowering himself down into the several pillows he put out and he grabbed his airpod off his bed table to subtly slip it into his ear. He rolled his hips up sending a teasing smile to the camera. He pushed his pants down painfully slow, encouraged to go further when his computer twinkled over and over - the sound he had set up to notify him of incoming tips.
He took himself into one hand and gently gave a few strokes, partially distracted as he searched for the bottle of lube he had hidden within the pillows. Some of his viewers would no doubt be disappointed he wasn’t taking the live as slow as he usually did, but he couldn’t find it anywhere in his impatient mind to care. Coating his hands with an over zealous amount of lube, he reached above his head to where he had his phone just out of view of the camera and unpaused the video he had pulled up earlier.
A long, drawn out moan poured from his mouth when he placed his hand back around himself, the lube allowing for a wonderfully pleasant glide as he worked himself up to full length. Vantae’s deep voice filtered into his ear which only spurred him on. His back arched, moans trickling from his throat and head tipping back into the pillows as his fingers rubbed over the head, pressing a little rougher when a low hum echoed within his ear from his airpod.
His head fell to the side, eyes fluttering open to read the screen when he heard the distinct chime that signaled a rather generous tip. A blissed out smile fell across his face when he saw his favourite viewers' handle displayed across the screen.
HoneyGlazed has tipped $150 !
“Where are your rings baby? You know I like seeing those beautiful hands of yours decorated in diamonds”
He laid back into the comforter, his laugh echoing in the quiet room. Reluctantly letting go of himself, he rolled over to where he kept his rings stacked on his computer desk, making sure his ass was in full view of the camera. The computer dinged with another tip as he put on the rings, the lube making them all that much easier slip onto his fingers.
“Here you go, Honey . Your wish is my command.” Jungkook ran his hands down along his abdomen as he settled back into place, making sure the diamonds glinted in the light.
HoneyGlazed was who Jungkook considered to be his most loyal viewer. They never missed a stream and they never failed to make Jungkook feel like he was special; with them he felt like he wasn’t just another pretty boy behind a screen among thousands of others. It was silly, but more than once he had been tempted to offer them a private show just so he could get to know them a little better. But he couldn’t risk the possibility of it getting leaked to his other followers that he had given someone one-on-one time.
Sometimes he liked to try and envision what HoneyGlazed looked like; were they male? Female? Tall and muscular? Perhaps they were some rich CEO hiding Jungkook away from their friends like a dirty little secret - the very thought made him moan louder as he reached down between his legs to press two fingers into himself.
The next several minutes passed in a blur, the building pleasure fogging up his perception of time. HoneyGlazed tipped consistently, encouraging Jungkook into adding more fingers; to push deeper and deeper until constant lewd sounds spilled from his mouth. The world drowned out around Jungkook until it became only him, Vantae’s velveteen voice, and the motivating chime of his viewers tipping him.
He was so close. So so close. He could feel the beautiful build up of heat in his stomach as he neared his orgasm. His breathing became erratic, but he no longer heard the familiar chim of HoneyGlazed cheering him on. A tiny frown creased his brow and he peeked over to the screen with his chat only to find that HoneyGlazed was no longer online.
A mild feeling of disappointment swirled in his gut. It was quite odd for them to leave in the middle of his stream, they usually stayed until the very end, keeping Jungkook company as he came down from his post-orgasm high and ended the stream by chatting with the viewers.
Of course he appreciated all his viewers, but after the first couple of minutes, the same several comments complimenting his thighs or how smooth his skin looked - among other things - became old and bland. He wanted some spice added to his streams and he was sure to get that with HoneyGlazed watching, so yes, he was a little disappointed.
Pushing the feeling to the back of his mind, he focused back onto the deep voice filtering through his airpod, losing himself in his imagination of just how good it would feel if Vantae’s hands replaced his own.
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Taehyung smiled into the camera one last time before he leaned forward to switch it off, the smile immediately falling from his face. The love he once had for creating videos had begun to lose its spark. He used to adore painting for himself, filling his walls of vibrant art, the feeling of paint caking his skin; but it had lost that magic when he started to make a job out of it.
He let out a breath, his eyes scanning over the painting he had just finished. The result was good, the new paints he had been wanting to try out blended fairly well with each other to form the depiction of a hand pressed against a bare chest.
It was a familiar hand. One he spent a lot of time watching, studying the way it moved in tandem with its counterpart to brush against his muses skin. He was pleased with the outcome, it was a beautiful replica of its model. A faint blush spread along his cheeks at the thought of its owner and the idea of showing them his creation swirled around his mind; what they would think of how meticulously Taehyung had studied all the contours of their hands, all the scars, and all the freckles.
He never could.
His chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. Pulling his apron off, he left his filming room and made a bee-line for the kitchen. He had stopped bringing his coffee into the room while he painted, too many times he had accidentally dipped his brush into his mug instead of his paint water and ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee.
Just as he’s gathering up his brushes a soft knock echoed throughout the quiet room. When he answered with a small hum, the door squeaked open, a mess of light brown hair the colour of oak slowly appearing in the doorway. Taehyung watched as curious eyes flitted about the room before landing on him.
“Finished?” Jimin’s voice was gentle when he spoke. He was always so, so gentle.
“Yeah! What do you think?” Taehyung asked, gesturing for Jimin to come over and see the painting. He laughed when Jimin let out an excited sound at being invited in; their hands immediately intertwining when Jimin reached his side.
“Oh, Tae… it’s beautiful.” Jimin said, his mouth hung open and his fingers squeezed lightly around Taehyung’s.
Taehyung grinned at the praise, a warmth spreading in his chest. He always showed Jimin his works before anyone else - knew that he could trust him to give an honest opinion without fear of hurting his feelings.
“I can’t get him out of my head.” His fingers brushed lightly down the edge of the canvas, careful not to mess up the wet oils.
Jimin hummed thoughtfully, “You know I only want for you whatever makes you happy, but I think it’s time you try and find someone new; someone here . Not someone who’s God knows where right now.”
It was true. Taehyung knew it was. He had let himself get caught up with the scenarios he had made up in his mind, but it was a nice escape from the mundane life he had let himself fall into. Even if he eventually worked up the courage to reveal himself to his muse, it’s not likely that they would want anything to do with him.
“You’re right.” It only came out as a whisper. A light acceptance that he shouldn’t drown himself entirely in a person he had never even met.
His attention was taken from his painting when Jimin pulled on his hand to lead him out into their shared living room. Full take-out boxed lined the small coffee table and his stomach growled at the smell of fresh hamburgers and fries. Jimin chuckled when Taehyung made a beeline for the couch.
“You’ve been holed up in there all morning, I thought it’d be nice to take an early lunch break. But seeing as you’re done for today, why don’t we watch some Game of Thrones with me before you edit your video?” Jimin settled down on the couch next to him, passing Taehyung’s burger to him.
“Oh, definitely. I can’t wait to see Jeoffry get what’s coming to him.” He said offhandedly as he pulled out his phone and shot off a quick tweet to his viewers.
Taehyung gasped in surprise when Jimin leaned over to punch his arm, his phone falling into the cushions, “way to spoil it for me, you ass!”
With a roll of his eyes, Taehyung grabbed the remote from the table and began to scroll through the videos in the recently watched until he found where they had left off. At some point during their second episode Jimin had abandoned his food in favour of cuddling up to Taehyung under the blankets, the cool spring air coming in through the large open window they were both too lazy to close. Despite not wanting to get up and lose the warmth of his best friend, he had to get to editing his video before it became too late in the day.
Jimin groaned in complaint when Taehyung shifted to stand up, “where are you going? Should I pause it?”
With a quick shake of his head, Taehyung left to grab his laptop and camera from the art room. He couldn’t help but stop to admire his work. The sun had gotten higher in the sky, golden light now highlighting all the delicate tones of the oil paints.
It was moments like these that Taehyung knew that even if he no longer held the same love for creating videos that he would never lose his love of art.
He was snapped out of his daze when Jimin called for him to hurry up, the loud sounds of a battle scene echoing in from the other room. A smile broke out across his face when he walked back into the living room and was greeted by Jimin peering at him over the back of the couch. A light breeze swept through the room causing Taehyung to shudder and race back to the couch where he had to plead with Jimin to let him under the covers.
“Can’t you edit later and just post the video tomorrow? I want more quality Taetae time.” Jimin sent a scathing look at the laptop in Taehyung’s hands but still took it from him while he got himself comfortable.
“I already promised it would go up this afternoon. Besides it’s not like I’m going anywhere, I’m literally sitting right next to you.” Taehyung said as he connected his headset. A pout was still present on Jimin’s face, but Taehyung ignored it; editing never took him long to finish up anyways.
The episode continued on in the background, Jimin long since abandoning actually paying attention to it in favour of helping Taehyung edit. They chatted idly about a few galleries that were looking for artists, but Taehyung knew that he would never feel confident enough to send in his work no matter how greatly his friends praised it. Multiple times throughout their friendship Jimin had threatened him when he had mentioned that his art was never good enough to be in a gallery.
As soon as he had finished editing, Jimin snatched the laptop from his hands and began searching up new galleries with Seoul. Taehyung tried to clamp down the butterflies that rolled in his stomach when he saw Jimin sending in artist applications for him.
“Speaking of furthering artistic reach,” Jimin said, not faltering in his mission to get Taehyung into a gallery, “Yoongi-hyung got us a table so we can go watch him play tonight. Apparently he got a really well-paying job at, like, one of those high-end restaurants that has all those items on the menu that are impossible to pronounce. You have a suit, right?”
A hum left his throat as he tried to remember if the suit from his aunts wedding would still fit him. “Yeah, I think so. How expensive is this place?”
Jimin turned to him with a large grin. “Oh, don’t worry about that, Hoseokie said it's on the house.”
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Later that night, Taehyung sat on the bathroom counter with Jimin standing between his legs as he carefully applied a shimmering eyeshadow across Taehyung’s eyelids. They had planned to go out to the bar as soon as Yoongi was finished in celebration. Normally, Taehyung wouldn’t dress up for that kind of thing but Jimin insisted, suggesting that he should look for someone to distract him from his muse.
Jimin instructed him to open his eyes while he gently tilted his head back and forth to examine his work. “You’re good. I’m gonna go get ready now, I didn’t realize how much time I spent on you.”
Taehyung turned to look at himself in the mirror. It was only a light dusting on peach and brown but he felt attractive. “Thanks Minnie. It looks nice”
Jimin’s hand patted his thigh gently, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, “ You look nice.”
Without another word, Jimin left him alone in the bathroom. Instead of going to his bedroom and getting his stuff together, he stood standing in front of the mirror. Soft sandy curls fell just above his brows and framed his face delicately, he lifted a hand to push a loose curl back that had fallen out of place. He didn’t hold back when a smile pulled at his lips.
“Tae! Your phone keeps going off!” Jimin called from within his room and when Taehyung stepped out of the bathroom he could hear the faint tone he set for his notifications.
He dug around in the couch cushions until he found it, heat creeping up in his cheeks when he read through the twitter notifications.
His muse was having a surprise live.
Sending a quick glance in the direction of Jimin’s room, Taehyung rushed to his own room and closed the door tightly behind him. He thanked fate that Jimin was a respectful roommate and never entered his room without first knocking. Taehyung quickly navigated to the live through the link in the tweets, making sure the volume was turned nearly all the way down.
And there he was, his muse, looking up into the camera with deep brown eyes that Taehyung always found himself getting lost within. He watched as his muse laughed at something said in the comments, how slight creases formed at the corner of his eyes when he did so.
JJK97 was a camboy Taehyung had stumbled upon a while back one day when he was searching for inspiration. He hadn’t necessarily been looking for a camboy, having only found out about him through a post he saw on twitter; a post commenting something rather lewd about JJK97 ’s body. But Taehyung couldn’t help but be captivated by his well toned body, his thighs, and of course - his hands.
And just like that, he was full of inspiration once again, and had he watched every single one of JJK97’s lives since.
“Tonight I decided to treat you with getting up close and personal.”
Taehyung raised his brow at the implication, it wasn’t often they were treated with close up lives. Settling into his office chair, Taehyung tightly held onto his phone as Jungkook continued to speak. He cursed when he caught sight of the time. There was only about half an hour left before they needed to leave and JJK97 was known for having rather long lives.
He watched as his muse trailed slow hands down his stomach, his own hand falling to undo the zipper of his pants. It was hard to hold back from taking himself out of his pants; he preferred to match JJK97 ’s movements. If he wasn’t alone, he would have been embarrassed over how quickly he had gotten hard, but the sultry tone of his muse’s voice worked wonders on him.
He palmed himself through his boxers when JJK97 moved to his bed. Sweet little moans fell from JJK97 ’s mouth and Taehyung had to bite his lip to not let out his own sounds when he finally moved his hand under his boxers and gave himself a few strokes. His eyes slid shut as he let himself be spurred on by the beautiful sounds coming from his phone, only opening them when he heard JJK97 shifting around on his bed.
A tiny frown pulled at his lips when he noticed his muse’s bare hands. He tapped on the tip icon on the screen, quickly typing out a message before hitting send. A twinkling laugh filled the lived stream and JJK97 rolled over to reach somewhere off camera, wiggling his hips as he did so.
Taehyung moaned low in his throat when JJK97 turned back to the camera, making sure to display his now diamond-decorated fingers. The silver rings complimented his skin tone nicely, Taehyung catching the shine of one ring in particular, his cheeks immediately heating up.
“Here you go, Honey. Your wish is my command.”
More tips chimed through the live stream. Taehyung ignored them in favour of focusing on JJK97 ; the rings sparkling against his skin as he fingered himself open for the camera. He sent in a couple more tips before setting his phone down onto his desk so he could focus on getting off before he needed to leave.
He moved his hand in tandem with JJK97’s, envisioning that it was his hands on him instead. The sound of Jimin’s door opening had Taehyung picking up his pace, his free hand flying to cover his mouth to muffle his moans as he finally came. His chest heaved and he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm, falling limp in his chair just as Jimin knocked on his door.
“Tae, are you ready? We should leave now.”
Taehyung called out a confirmation, tucking himself back into his pants before standing and wiping his hand off on a dirty shirt from the laundry hamper. He sent in one last tip before swiping out of the app and checking his appearance in the mirror on the back on his door.
Taehyung scoffed at himself. So much for finding another muse.