Bully!gojo Who Made Your College Experience A Living Hell. Anytime He Saw You Walking Down The Crowded

manspread.

okay but arrogant and borderline chad cheol who’s your college dorm mate. you were high-key into him when you saw him move in, and even flirted with him at the housewarming party. but then he opened his mouth and you realised everything that comes out of it is insufferable. 

and now, it’s dorm movie night and he’s sitting on the couch manspreading like a fucking douchebag who couldn’t give a fuck that you’re smushed in the corner. throughout the movie his thigh is pressed right up against yours which makes you feel kind of lightheaded. halfway through, one of your dorm mates heads to bed while the other steps out for a smoke but cheol still doesn’t move.

annoyed, you get up to leave and ask why he can’t sit like a normal fucking person and he throws his head back and laughs at your question, making you feel slightly self conscious. he tells you his cock is too fat and he needs the space to sit comfortably. you scoff, disgusted, but can’t help but wonder if there’s any truth in that sentence. he asks if you don’t believe him and want to see. he’s messing with you but it makes you feel something in the pit of your stomach. but you roll your eyes and tell him you’d rather die and go to your room. 

still drunk from the night, you lie down. the room’s spinning but your thoughts keep circling back to cheol. his heavy eyes with those pretty pretty lashes, those thick thighs that fill out his sweatpants so well, that silver ring that sits on his veiny hands, and his thick dick?…you wonder how it would feel if he slapped it against your face. you doze off thinking about him.

2 hours later you wake up at midnight with a dry mouth, feeling tipsy and thirsty…so fucking thirsty. you stumble over to the kitchen and see cheol still watching tv - legs spread and hands behind his head. the room is dark except for a single light and the flickering light from the tv.

he looks at you and asks if you’ve changed your mind. you ignore him and grab a drink of water but can’t help but look over at him. his hair is messy in front of his eyes and it irritates you. you want to push it back. ‘can you even see anything?’ you don’t know why you’re asking. he says he can see everything he wants to see and stares at you a second too long. you feel your cheeks burning as you look around the kitchen for something to eat. you’re not hungry but you don’t want to leave yet. the air is oppressive but intoxicating. 

as you struggle to reach for a snack on the top shelf, cheol gets up and stands behind you to grab it. his entire body is pressed up against you and you know you want him. fuck it you think and turn around - nothing that happens between 12 am to 4 am counts anyway.

he looks down, a faint smirk on his lips, as if he knew this was always going to happen, and kisses you, pushing you up against the counter. you grab onto his body to steady yourself and fuck, he feels so thick, so strong, so solid. you know you’ll regret this in the morning.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth and as your kisses become sloppier, you feel his cock growing against you. you look down to see his dick print forming in his sweatpants and feel almost feral. you have to know how thick it is.

‘come’ he grabs you by the throat ‘let me show you’ he says almost like he’s read your mind and drags you to the couch. he sits, legs spread as you kneel in front of him, scrambling to get his sweatpants off. he chuckles, satisfied by your desperation.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls to make you look up at him ‘who knew you were such an easy slut’ he says and smiles at you so sweetly, dimples and all. it’s sickening but it makes you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. the sweet sound of degradation.

it also makes you pull his sweatpants off faster. as you pull them down, you muffle a gasp. fuck, it’s definitely better than what you were imagining just 2 hours ago. his cock is thick and heavy, and when you wrap your hand around it your fingertips almost don’t touch. ‘mmmh’ he lets out a lazy moan as you start to jerk him off.

‘put it in your mouth’ he says a few seconds later. how dare he tell you what to do. asshole. you can’t stand him. yet…you reach forward and take him in your mouth. but it’s difficult. he’s too thick and you’re having a hard time opening your mouth that wide.

‘too big for you?’ he asks, already knowing the answer. ‘lick then’ he says putting just the tip in and starts to jerk off in your mouth. ‘look at me while i use your fucking mouth like a fleshlight…’ like reflex, you legs squeeze together at his words. shit.

you feel his body shake as he laughs at you. a loud mocking laugh. ‘did hearing that turn you on? pathetic…’ he jerks off with one hand, while the other grabs at the tank top you’re wearing and pulls it down, exposing your tits. he squeezes them, twisting and pulling at your nipples before letting go. 

you look up at him. you can’t believe you’re kneeling in the middle of the common living room with your tits spilling out, licking cheols cock. it’s humiliating. how did this happen? what’s wrong wi-

he notices you start to think and instantly slaps his cock against your face. he doesn’t want you to think, he wants you to be stupid and suck. it works. his cock feels so heavy and big and you love the sound it makes as it hits you. it’s hypnotic.

he slaps it again as you look at him, lips parted and your eyes slightly glazed over. at that moment cheol promises himself he needs to see you like this again.

he needs to see you completely thoughtless, just mindlessly craving his cock. he can’t wait. 

‘open your mouth’ you obey. he takes three of his fingers and pushes them in, fucking your mouth with his fingers. ‘try again’ he says pulling his fingers out and rubbing the saliva across your mouth. you lean forward and as you slowly start bobbing up and down, taking a little more every time, a dull ache spreads across your jaw. ‘fuuughck…that’s it…’ he groans.

‘again’ as you continue sucking him off, you feel your jaw start to loosen up a bit. suddenly, he pushes the back of your head down with his hands as he bucks his hips up, his dick hitting the back of your throat. he holds you there counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ and releases as you start coughing. ‘there you go…see? all you’ll need is a little practice’

your stomach turns at his words. why is talking like this is going to happen again?

‘breathe..’ there’s a strange silence as you try to catch your breath - it feels like an invitation to stop if you want.

but you don’t want to stop. you want him.

so, you take his cock in your hand and start to jerk him off again, bending to lick his balls. ‘hmmn, fuck yes’ he leans back on the couch, his t-shirt riding up to show a hint of his toned stomach, hands interlocked behind his head, and eyes shut as he smiles lazily to himself. he’s never looked hotter.

‘okay now’ he opens his eyes a few minutes later and starts gathering your hair into a ponytail. ‘you going to make me cum?’ it’s not a question.

with a tight grip on your hair he pushes you down onto his cock and starts to fuck your face.

‘good slut’ he groans his rhythmic thrusts starting to get a little sloppy. ‘i’m going to cum in your dirty little mouth and you’re going to drink up every last drop…understand?’ he asks as you moan in response, your pussy throbbing. 

‘fuck’ you hear his breathing becoming heavier. 

you feel yourself getting wetter the more aggressive his thrusts become and when his hips start moving frantically, you know he’s close.

‘fuck…fuck…fu..’ he groans with a final thrust as warm cum starts to fill your mouth. he holds your head down as he continues cumming, his cock twitching.

you feel yourself running out of breath as you desperately push him back but he holds you in place for a second longer and then lets go. you gasp for air, cum and saliva spluttering out of your mouth. you’re a mess. 

you feel cheol staring at you as you try to pull yourself together. you can tell he’s pleased with how used you look. he grins, scooping the cum dripping out and pushes it back in your mouth. ‘i said every. last. drop’

you lick the excess from his fingers without thinking. your head’s reeling from the lack of oxygen and your mouth feels worn out. but there’s a feeling…a strange satisfying feeling that you can’t put a word to.

you look up at him. he’s sitting just like he was a couple of hours ago - relaxed, satisfied, cocky. you hate him.

‘you did good’ he wipes the saliva around your mouth. ‘next time i’ll allow you to cum on my face. hmm? how’s that sound?’ he asks so sweetly it almost feels condescending.

‘there’s not going to be a next time’ somehow, your words don’t sound too convincing.

he smiles. it’s like he knows something you don’t.

‘yes, there will’

smug asshole. you really fucking hate him.

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countries that speak the language

common dishes/foods/drinks/alcohols

festivals

cultural tidbits (ex: why japanese uses kanji still)

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wars

history in gen

art

games

paintings

sculptures

instruments

music/genre-related

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pop culture

hit movies

celebrities

music

etc

history of the language

make a travel guide

recipes

traditions

holidays

places to see/go

sightseeing worthy/statues/etc

important people

common animals that live in certain country

cultural differences?

holidays they have that you don’t

do they celebrate (holiday) differently?

etymology of words – they can act make good history lessons

myths/fairy tales/ urban legends

dialects

provinces/states/etc

specific

whats it like driving there?

how does schooling work?

how does a typical family live?

common stereotypes

do they go about finding love differently? (ex: is it common for arranged marriages?)

typical sbjs one learns in school

college?

beauty standards

culture note ideas;

learning a language is like learning about a country’s culture. therefore, one should take some culture notes once in a while. if you need any ideas on what to research/study, take a look below! i might add more if i think of any.

general

countries that speak the language

common dishes/foods/drinks/alcohols

festivals

cultural tidbits (ex: why japanese uses kanji still)

world leaders/figureheads/etc

wars

history in gen

art

games

paintings

sculptures

instruments

music/genre-related

anything

pop culture

hit movies

celebrities

music

etc

history of the language

make a travel guide

recipes

traditions

holidays

places to see/go

sightseeing worthy/statues/etc

important people

common animals that live in certain country

cultural differences?

holidays they have that you don’t

do they celebrate (holiday) differently?

etymology of words – they can act make good history lessons

myths/fairy tales/ urban legends

dialects

provinces/states/etc

specific

whats it like driving there?

how does schooling work?

how does a typical family live?

common stereotypes

do they go about finding love differently? (ex: is it common for arranged marriages?)

typical sbjs one learns in school

college?

beauty standards

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nsfw (18+). includes implied marathon sex, unprotected sex, breeding, breast play, squirting, caleb fucks roughly but still does tender gestures <3, nicknames (pipsqueak is possibly the worst they could've picked for a canon nickname but this is my attempt at making it sound hot). filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“C'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.”

Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.

“Ah...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!”

Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.

Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...”

His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.

The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. “Ngh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?” He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. “Or are you tapping out now?”

Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.

“I'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,” Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. “If you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.”

His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. “But if you don't want to stop...”

Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. “I'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.”

You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.

“What will you choose, baby?”

Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to do—it's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.

“Please fuck me, Caleb,” you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. “Please put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!”

You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. “Shit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.”

He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.

“Maybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.”

The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.

His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. “Fuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.” Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. “When did you become such a pervert?” He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.

It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.

“Can't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?” Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. “You're the absolute cutest...”

The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.

Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.

“This feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...” He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. “I'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?”

You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.

“Fuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...” Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!”

Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.

“Ah... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...” He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. “You doing okay?”

“You're too intense,” you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.

“Hey, don't fall asleep now.” He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. “After all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?”

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part one

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 8.4k (this part - the whole fic? uhhh tbd)

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au

warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, explicit language, masturbation (m. and f.), usage of petnames (affectionate) and petnames (derogatory), general e2l antagonism and shenanigans, questionable decision-making.

a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. thanks to @sapphichui for putting it together and for being so gracious! special shoutout as well to @biaswreckingfics for being my second pair of eyes on this even if she doesn't read svt fic <3

svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form

general taglist: @trashlord-007, @goodforgyu

“Nope! James is a dick and we don’t gorge ourselves on ice cream over dicks.” Your well-meaning best friend, Lily, made this declaration as she grabbed the carton of Ben and Jerry’s from your hand and immediately went to throw it away. “We’re going to get you over this break-up with alcohol, neon lights, loud music, and dancing.”

Despite yourself, you had to bite back a laugh. “I’m not gorging myself, Jesus,” you argued, getting to your feet and following your friend. You rested your elbows on the island countertop and watched her dump the carton in trash then rinse your spoon in the sink. “One: I’ve had three bites and two: I realize he’s a dick. The AmeriCone Dream is less about my ex and more about me craving something sweet. Also three: The last time we all went out, we ended up getting on the wrong train and not realizing it until we literally made it to the end of the line and they kicked us off at like 2AM.”

That gave Lily pause. “...Point. We’ll just have to agree in advance that we’re sharing an uber home rather than risking the train! I’ll let Nari and Jess know the plan. Now. Go get dressed because we’re doing this.”

Your lips twitched and you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”

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Two hours later, you were in the middle of a crowded dance floor, covered in a sheen of – well, you’d call it sweat but your grandmother always said ladies don’t sweat, they glisten, so – whatever noun constituted glistening. Catching Nari’s attention, you gestured you were headed toward the bar and made sure she nodded her understanding of your intentions before making your way to the (relatively) less (at the moment) crowded bar area. You pressed your hands against the edge of the countertop then leaned forward to speak to the bartender when she stopped in front of you, having to almost shout your order for water and another rum and coke. At her thumbs up and movements to do just that, you shifted to sit on the stool while you waited, a hand moving from your peripheral into your line of sight drawing your attention.

You followed the hand up the arm, all the way up until your gaze met that of the unbelievably handsome man standing next to you, a wide, friendly smile on his face and his hand still held out to you. Having confirmed he caught your attention, the man shifted his hand into a slight wave and your lips curved up into a smile. 

“Hello,” you said with an answering wave. Had you gone out that night with the intention of picking up or being picked up by someone? No. Did that mean you were going to not take this chance to talk to a random hot guy and see what happened? Also no. After how things went down with your ex, if nothing else, it was a nice validation. 

“Hi,” he started, “I’m –”

“Sorry, buddy. She’s spoken for,” came an altogether too familiar voice, quickly followed by the man to whom that annoyingly familiar voice belonged slipping himself between you and Mister Tall, Dark, and Dreamy. Looking pleased as punch as he turned his body sideways to force the other man to step further back or risk being bumped into. 

Seungcheol.  

If you had hackles, they would be raised straight up. “I am not,” you said through gritted teeth. Forcing your gaze away from the bane of your existence, you looked up at the other man.  “Please ignore Seungcheol. His favorite pastime is being an ass.” 

That earned you an arched eyebrow and an amused smirk from said ass. 

Unfortunately, Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous was looking back and forth between you and Seungcheol, then shaking his head and holding his hands up. “No, it’s okay. I’ll let you two do…whatever this is.” 

Then he was gone and you were glaring at Seungcheol. “Seriously?”

He grinned, turning his body back around so he was facing you. “I’ve gotta look out for my best friend’s girl, don’t I?”

“Your best friend’s ex-girl, actually, and considering you’ve never looked out for me a day in your life, this is a really odd time to start.” 

“Haven’t I?” His expression was unreadable, then, and your brows pulled together, baffled by his words and his demeanor. At least until he shifted right back into obnoxious, making a point to look you up and down before shaking his head and returning his gaze to yours. “Anyway, you’ll always be his girl to me, unfortunately. On the rebound already, though, ouch,” he said with a tsk that you could see more than hear, and that made you want to claw his eyes out but hey. It was nothing new. “That didn’t take long at all, did it?” 

”Despite your…personal – and questionable – experience with reality, the rest of us live in the world where James and I broke up. And since I’m at least waiting until that’s the case to ‘rebound,’ of the two of us, I think I’m morally in the clear here.”

“What?” It was his turn to look confused.

“What do you mean, what? He didn’t tell you why we broke up?”  

Seungcheol straightened his spine and your attention shifted down to where his jaw was clenched before you forced it back up to meet his, inwardly recoiling at the ire there. If you didn’t know for a fact the man hated you, you could almost think he was angry on your behalf. “Obviously not. What happened?” 

You did know him, though, and he had made it very clear over the last eight months how much he disliked you. 

                                                                                             You had never figured out why or what you’d done to offend him so much in the first ten seconds of your meeting that prompted him to ice you out. To continue to be cold and dismissive of you despite your attempts to understand and get closer to him in an effort to make things less awkward for your boyfriend. After all, James had nothing but good things to say about his best friend. Warm, affectionate, funny, loyal, trustworthy, dependable, kind. Those were adjectives you’d heard used to describe Seungcheol hundreds of times during the course of your relationship with your ex, and yet you had never met that version of the man. 

Still, you had tried and tried until you finally had enough one day and just asked him what the hell his problem was, only to be met with a scoff and a drawled, “What’s the matter, princess? Need everyone to like you? Can’t handle it when someone isn’t paying you attention, hm?” 

Your indignant gasp and (admittedly and sadly) shrill, “Princess? Are you kidding me right now?” had earned you a sly smile and him stepping into your personal space, tucking stray hairs behind your ear and crooning at you. 

“Or is it just that you want my attention? For me to like you?”

You had slapped his hand away and balled your hands into fists at your sides. “I don’t want anything to do with you,” you had hissed at him, flushed with anger and offense. 

Some small part of you had whispered that actually, you had wanted him to like you and to pay attention to you – not in the way he was implying, of course. As objectively good looking as Seungcheol was (you could admit it to yourself and had even had an initial moment of, ‘Oh no, he’s hot,’ when James had first introduced the two of you), he was an ass and you were hopelessly infatuated with James. But because he was your boyfriend’s best friend and you had wanted him to fucking like you, which wasn’t a bad thing! 

His attention. That was maybe a little less noble, but it was human nature to want what we couldn’t have and the more standoffish he had been, the more you had wanted him to turn his attention to you. If only to prove that you could have it and there wasn’t something wrong with you that warranted being treated like a Leper.  

“Oh? My mistake.” Seungcheol had chuckled and you had watched his gaze sweep over you, then toward the front door, which you both heard opening at that moment. James had gone to get lunch and the sound indicated he must have returned. Seuncheol had taken a step back, then, and turned his loaded gaze to meet yours. “Maybe you should pay more attention to what your boyfriend is getting up to than whether or not I ask you how your day is and tell you that you look pretty.”

After that…well, screw him. If he wanted to act like an ice prince and for you to act like a bratty princess, fine. You could and you would and you did. 

Back now in the present moment, you gave yourself a mental shake and shrugged your shoulders. “He’s your bestie. Ask him.” 

He looked like he wanted to argue – of fucking course he wanted to argue; since that day you confronted him, every interaction between the two of you had devolved into an argument or bickering until someone (usually your now-ex) either separated you or changed the subject. Fortunately, any argument he wanted to make was interrupted by the bartender placing your drinks on the counter in front of you and you handing her your card. 

You could feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you as you paid and made your way back into the crush of people.

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Disloyal Douchebag [1:02AM]: Did you tattle on me to Cheol? 

Disloyal Douchebag [1:52AM]: Wtf

When you finally got your phone back the next morning, Lily having confiscated it at some point during the night, the missed calls (three of them) and texts from James simultaneously made you want to laugh and your brain hurt. Made that part of you who had cared enough to spend eight months with the man ache. He could reach out when he wanted to complain about you inadvertently outing him for being a cheater to his best friend, but not to apologize for being a cheater. It wasn’t as though Seungcheol knowing would change anything. 

Bro code and all of that. 

Ignoring the sting in your eyes, you blinked rapidly and got up to go about your day. 

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The rest of the weekend flew by, courtesy of your friends, so determined to keep you busy and distracted, and the inevitable, unavoidable, never-ending responsibilities that every functional adult had to take care of during those two meager days off. 10PM on Sunday night found you letting out a relieved breath as you finally flopped down onto your bed, spread out on your back like a starfish. 

You stared at the ceiling, mindlessly counting the silly glow-in-the-dark stars you’d put up in a fit of whimsy last month, an impulse purchase from the gift shop at the planetarium. James had flaked (of course), but his friend, Jeonghan, made sure you knew you were still invited and encouraged you to bring one of your friends, too. His laugh when you’d asked if Seungcheol was going and the amusement in Jeonghan’s voice when he offered reassurance that he would make sure the other man was on his best behavior still made you smile. Actually, one of the worst parts about this whole thing was how much you liked some of your ex’s friends and how, given the whole break-up thing and that they were his friends first, meant you doubted you would get to see them again. 

Groaning, you rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face in the pillow beneath your head. You reached out a hand to turn the bedside lamp off then drew the covers over you, telling yourself as you started to drift off that you could just text those mutual friends that you wanted to keep. Maybe they wouldn’t want anything to do with you, maybe you and James would have to share “custody” in the split, or maybe they realized he was trash and you would get to keep them. A very teeny, tiny, possibly sort of petty and vindictive part of you maybe hoped for the latter. 

You break my heart, I take your friends. 

But mostly they were just really cool and it would suck to lose them, too. 

Except Seungcheol. James could keep him.

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By the time you made it to the following Friday, you were unbelievably relieved for the week to be over but also incredibly, intolerably bored. All of your friends were busy and, if you had to stare at your walls any longer or watch one more minute of television, you were going to lose your mind. Add in the fact that work had been determined to drive you up a wall and/or run you ragged in the past week, and your ongoing angst regarding your ex (who was also clearly determined to drive you up a wall, considering his random calls you had to ignore and the voicemails he left that vacillated between remorseful, “please take me back,” and “I don’t see what the big deal is/you’re overreacting, come on already,”), your general stress level was what any rational human being would consider not good. 

And okay, fine. You were also horny, which you chalked up to a) not being able to have sex regularly anymore and b) hormones that always messed with you this time of the month and hadn’t got the memo regarding point a. 

So there you were. 

Alone on your bed, with your laptop in-hand, scrolling through thumbnails of live streams on some website you’d never heard of before – SVT Hub. You weren’t normally one for watching cam shows but that night you were curious enough to see what it was about. At the very least, while you weren’t in the room with the man on the other end of the line, there seemed to be some level of added intimacy and connection as opposed to mindlessly watching the same old, pre-recorded porn. 

The first thought you had when you saw coups_d_éhot was, “Holy beefy arms, Batman!” S.Coups, which was his name according to his profile, didn’t have his face shown in the thumbnail, nor was it visible when you clicked through into his streaming page to view the pictures he posted. All of them captured him from the neck down, showing off those truly distractingly strong arms, as well as several of his torso which was just – Jesus, you could definitely see the appeal of watching him get himself off. You were just looking at pictures of the man and you wanted to lick him. Or claw up his back, which he had oh-so-graciously shown in one of his photos. 

His tendency to hide his face was something you noticed continued to be the case as you clicked into the live stream, just starting. Biting at your lower lip, you let your gaze sweep over what you could see of him, sitting in front of his computer in an executive chair, upper body encased in a black turtleneck. Upper body really doing an amazing job at filling out that turtleneck, the outline of his muscles teasing at the fabric. 

And look, you totally understood him not showing his face for privacy reasons. You did. God knew, you couldn’t even do it with your face hidden. It did feel a little weird staring at and possibly getting off to a man whose image was cut off at the chin, though. Yes, he was a camboy and was on the site to be looked at and talked to and hopefully, for his and his audience’s pleasure, but he was literally being – visually and physically, at least – reduced to his body. Guilt gnawing at your insides, you almost backed out of the page, when he spoke. His voice, deep and smooth, caught and held your attention. Vaguely familiar, some small part of your brain registered, but quickly pushed aside in favor of focusing on what he was saying and the screen in front of you.

“I don’t know about you, but it’s been a really fucking long week for me,” he said and you could see the rise of his chest as he drew in a deep breath, then watched it fall again as he sighed. 

He sat up straighter in the chair and his voice practically oozed empathy when he spoke again. “Yeah? I’m sorry you’ve had it rough, too.” Logically, you knew he was responding to someone in the chat, but he could have been speaking to you and you felt that genuine warmth like a caress. “We’ll just have to make sure we take extra good care of ourselves tonight, hm?”

Okay, so maybe you could stick around and watch a bit. Just to see. Dragging the cursor away from the back button, you let your hands fall to your lap. 

“Why am I wearing a turtleneck in the middle of the summer?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he read the words and let out a soft laugh. “That’s a good question! You don’t miss anything, do you?” 

Thank God someone asked because you were only wearing panties and an oversized shirt and were already warm. Looking at him, you felt even hotter on his behalf. 

“I got a new tattoo and, well – should I show you?” 

Yes, you thought, as the chat box filled with enthusiastic echoes of that same thought. 

He tutted and your gaze caught on the back and forth movement of his chin. “You know better than that. Ask me nicely, baby,” he instructed, voice pitched even lower and okay, fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the petname or the sternness, but you felt yourself clench and knew damned well you weren’t going anywhere. 

Yes, please, you typed into the chat. 

Watching tips notifications pop up in the chat, along with a resounding textual chorus of ‘pleases,’ you held your breath. Anticipating. 

“That’s better. So polite for me,” he practically purred. “Manners get rewarded, don’t they?” His hands appeared on screen then, dragging the turtleneck up with them, until he had pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere off camera, leaving himself bare from the waist up and your mouth dry. 

Pictures did not do this man justice. Well, they did, but not enough. You weren’t even sure where to focus your gaze, too busy letting it sweep over the flatness and fitness of his abs, the slightest trail of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing into the sweats he wore. Back up to his chest and catching at his nipples, dusky and tempting and, if you’d wanted to put your mouth on them before, now that they were live and his thumbs brushed against them, a soft hiss escaping from between lips you couldn’t see, the desire to taste him and earn more of those sounds was an ache. 

The movement of his hands drew your attention then, your gaze avidly watching one dropping to his lap, palming himself through the cotton fabric of his pants, causing your breath to catch in your throat and you to squirm on your bed, until your peripheral caught sight of his other hand sliding across his chest to trace over the tattoo on his neck. Black a stark contrast against his skin, soft brushes of ink that shaped a feather? A bird’s wing? Whatever it was, it covered the left side of his neck from just above collarbone to just beneath his jaw and fuck, it was hot. 

“Thank you,” came his rough voice and you watched his throat move around the words as he responded to people in the chat. “Got it last weekend. Mm, been wanting to for a while, m’glad you like it, baby.”

Like might have been an understatement, if anyone asked you, but you kept that to yourself, along with the other thirsty and completely inappropriate thoughts you were having about the man. S.Coups, you reminded yourself. That’s what he called himself. 

If you ever gave any thought to what camming might consist of and/or the possibility of watching it before, you would have said the talking and shooting the shit was probably just a waste of time. A ploy to drive tips and prolong getting to the point, which was the sexy stuff, wasn’t it? The naked stuff. Watching and listening to S.Coups as he engaged with the viewers, though, you sort of got it. He was a stranger about to get off on camera but, in these interactions, he was charming and it made the whole experience seem less generic porn-y and more…intimate. Like – face hidden or not – he was a real person sharing this part of himself with you. All however many of you. 

He chuckled, then, voice laced with amusement. “It makes me look like a bad boy? I have my moments. You and I know how much you like it when I’m bad, don’t we? Like it when I encourage you to be naughty with me.” He punctuated his words with a groan, the hand palming himself giving a squeeze and causing his hips to jerk upwards. “You gonna misbehave for me tonight, sweetheart?”

Well fuck. 

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You woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and a familiar ringtone coming from your nightstand. Slapping your hand out to the side, you groggily grabbed your cell and looked at the screen, a sleepy grumble escaping from between your lips when you saw Jess’ name lighting up the screen, which reminded you that you had brunch plans with friends that morning. 

Rolling over in bed, determined to ignore the call and knowing you could get at least another ten minutes in before one of your friends called again or just showed up at your door, you yelped when your stomach landed on something hard, and your eyes flew open on instinct. They narrowed when you spotted your laptop, first in that still-half-asleep-what-is-happening sense, then in perturb at the thing that would dare to interrupt your efforts to ignore the day and drift back into dreams. Delicious dreams of a man, sweaty, strong hand gripping your hip, dragging your ass back into his thrusts, other hand fisted in your hair just hard enough for you to feel the pull, his voice a low rasp of your name into your ear. 

Fucking cooing that you “needed this, didn’t you?” and “I know, princess. Gonna give you what you need, fuck, just like that. There you go.” You had been on the cusp of coming when the sun decided to so rudely wake you up and your stupid laptop that didn’t even belong there just had to be there to be hit. Why the hell was your laptop on your bed anywa– Oh. 

Right. 

S.Coups. coups_d_éhot. The unfairly sexy camboy – camman? cam man? – who seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it in order to leave you panting, writhing, making a mess of yourself and your sheets, until you were begging him in the goddamn chat to let you come. Tipping him. You had never paid for porn a day in your life, and yet. Apparently, you were dreaming about him, too? Jesus. Whoever he was in his real life, he knew exactly what he was doing on that stream and for the sake of your wallet (and peaceful sleep), you needed to stay away from said stream.

Sighing and giving up on your bonus sleep, you swiped the screen to answer, pulling the phone to your ear and stating, “I need twenty minutes.”

Jess laughed and her voice was laced with mirth when she responded. “I figured. I’ll swing by Starbucks on my way and see you in thirty, sleeping beauty!” 

You loved your friends. You really did. 

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Despite your best intentions and several very strongly worded lectures to yourself, you did not stay away from the cam site. You made it to Wednesday night before curiosity and the metaphorical devil on your shoulder had you pulling it back up, scrolling until you found coups_d_éhot, hesitating all of ten seconds before clicking through and onto his profile. He wasn’t streaming that day, but he did have older videos you could pay to watch, which you did. 

That night, you got yourself off to his low, rough voice telling you exactly how to do so. Edging yourself again and again until you knew that, if he had been live – if he had been in your bed with you, teasing you and drawing it out so long, with that casual amusement, the knowing in his tone, his words – you would have been cursing him and pleading with him to let you come. To either let you finish yourself off or to give you his fingers, his mouth, his cock. 

Your eyes were riveted on the grip of his hand on said cock, hard and long and thick, precome gathering at the head. The way his thumb brushed over the tip, drawing the liquid down his length. The low groan he emitted when he drizzled lube onto his dick, the squeeze he gave himself as he started pumping harder, faster. 

You lied there in your own bed, biting back said curses and pleas that he would never hear, your fingers not nearly enough to sate you but when he finally threw his head back, jaw clenched, and growled at you that he was “Gonna come, fuck, you’re gonna take it all for me, aren’t you, baby? Every drop.” His voice was a rasp as he commanded you to, “Come now. Let me fucking feel you squeeze it out of me,” and you fell apart, cunt clenching around your fingers, a needy whine pushing its way past your lips because he came then and as you watched him spill come across his abdomen, you wanted him to be inside of you on the most visceral level. 

Friday night, again. You went to bed with your body still tingling, his voice still echoing in your head, sated and sleepy.

The rest of the weekend and the next week didn’t afford much opportunity to indulge and really, you needed to not get completely caught up in some faceless, real nameless man on the internet being the source of your orgasms. 

The following Saturday (technically Sunday morning), still tipsy and wired despite it being 2 o’clock in the morning, you decided to say, “Screw it,” and pulled up your favorite camboy’s latest video. The datestamp indicated it had been recorded earlier that night, while you and your friends were very enthusiastically and tragically singing pop’s greatest hits. Well, what you all thought the greatest hits were. God, he had the tattoo in that one. You might or might not have sent him a private message telling him he was your favorite — your only camboy, if you were being honest (which you were) — that he was stupid hot (even if he never showed his face, you just knew and he should know), he really did make you want to misbehave, and thanking him for orgasms. Lots of them. Including the one you had right before sending said message. 

That you might have but might not have sent. Because you totally wouldn’t do that. 

(Except you definitely did.) 

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August was always hot and you were by no means a fan of the heat, but you did love the beach and there was no better time to be at the beach than when it was hot enough to bake you just standing outside for ten minutes. After finding parking – easier said than done, the whole ordeal taking you forty-five minutes and causing you to seriously consider just going home and calling an uber to bring you right back – you and Lily finally made your way toward the sand and water, your lips pulling into a happy smile as you watched the people milling about, and the way the waves continuously rolled into the shoreline. 

This was your happy place. 

You heard your name being called and turned your head toward it, spotting and waving back at Jess, slipping your arm through Lily’s and dragging her forward to meet up with your other friends, who had picked a spot earlier. You hugged Jess and Nari, giving their boyfriends a friendly smile in greeting before you and Lily set your towels down next to theirs and dropped down onto yours. 

While everyone chatted or stripped down to their swimsuits, you pulled off your own shorts and t-shirt, tucking the items into your bag and started searching through the bag for your sunscreen. You found it and were able to put it on for the most part, calling over your shoulder as you finished up on your face, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to your side so Lily could grab it from you. “Hey, get my back for me? I can’t reach it.”

“Ask me nicely,” came the drawled response in a voice that definitely did not belong to any of your friends and, in fact, gave you an unfortunate flashback to when S.Coups told the viewers exactly that, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine at the same time you spun quickly around to confirm your worst fears. 

Seungcheol was standing over you, backlit by the sun, arms crossed over his chest, and his forever infuriating smirk in place. Staring at you expectantly.    

“I – What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed up at him, looking around for your friends and realizing that while you were busy covering yourself in SPF 100, half of them must have wandered into the water and the other half were several towels down, looking very interested in anything but your current predicament. 

“That is not asking me nicely, princess.” 

His words drew your attention back to him and you refused to think about the way what would normally only piss you off now managed to piss you off and somehow send a bolt of lust through you. Well. You were seriously never watching coups_d_éhot again. Clearly he broke something in you, if you were responding to Seungcheol like this. Or no. It’s not even about Seungcheol, you told yourself. You were reacting to echoes of the camboy’s words, so that is what turned you on. The words were the same and they just – Seungcheol had a similar voice to him, was all. Actually, when you thought about it, their voices were uncomfortably similar. Between that and the middle of the night thirsty private message your intoxicated brain thought would be a good idea to send, you had yet another reason to avoid watching S.Coups in the future. 

You were determined to ignore the lingering horniness that was obviously because of someone not the man in front of you. Clearing your throat, you put on your most pleasant, innocent, and so overly-that-it-wasn’t-even-remotely-believable contrite expression as you squinted up at the man. “You’re right. I am so sorry, Seungcheol. Would you please tell me what the hell you’re doing here?” 

“You are such a fucking brat,” he said, lips twitching. 

You grit your teeth as you watched him reach behind his head and draw his shirt up and off, rolling it up and dropping it onto the sand next to you before he crouched down in front of you. He rested one forearm on his thigh and held the other hand out for the bottle of sunscreen, still in your hand. “Lily invited Jeonghan, Jeonghan invited me. It’s hot. I said yes. Give it to me, hm? Unless you want to burn…?”

Vaguely, you were aware of his words. Aware of the fact that you should be annoyed and offended by being called a brat. Instead, your focus tunneled, the sounds and colors and movements around you fading into the periphery. Crouching as he was, shirtless as he was, and close enough that you weren’t blinded by the sun behind him, you had an up close and personal view of his bare upper body. On even the best day, under the best of circumstances, it would be distracting. You had never seen him without a shirt and, although he was your least favorite (okay, second to least, since James held the top honors) person on the planet, the man was built. His fucking arms? His chest? His neck with horrifyingly familiar black ink. That hadn’t been there before. You would’ve noticed. Wouldn’t you? 

No, you would’ve. Definitely. 

You forced your gaze away from the tattoo, letting it sweep over his torso again, then his jawline. No. No no no. Widened eyes stared at the feather design, starting at that same spot just above that same clavicle, ending in that same spot beneath that same jaw. You drew in a sharp breath as the realization that Seungcheol was S.Coups hit you. You hated this man and he hated you but you’d seen him naked and watched him pump his cock in his fist, heard him say the sexiest, filthiest things, while you fucked yourself to climax on the other side of the screen. Multiple times.

You had sent him a message – you had told him –  

Oh fuck. Fuck. 

 “Careful, princess,” he tutted, moving closer and grabbing the sunscreen from your outstretched hand, leaning his face into your view and arching a brow at you. “Keep looking at me like that, I’ll start to think you like me and all the attitude has just been you trying to hide how much.” 

Well that was a reality check, tearing you out of your thoughts and back into the moment. You jerked your hand back, glaring at him and trying your best to ignore the flush you could feel covering your skin. Trying to ignore how close he was and to not let your gaze keep dropping to his neck or his torso. Trying to pretend you hadn’t seen this man naked. Mortified, furious, and appalled. At least he didn’t realize you knew about his…nighttime activities.

“Like you? I do not –” you started, before realizing how loud you were being and pressing your lips together, then continuing much more quietly. “Maybe I just like your tattoo. It’s new?” 

His gaze slipped from yours and toward where the tattoo was, not that he could see it, then he cocked his head to the side and you did not like the interest with which he looked at you. “Ah, right. That must be it. We’ll just pretend that’s the only place you were looking.” 

You were going to hit him. You just were. The patronizing jackass. 

Or you were going to die of discomfort and say something to somehow out yourself as one of his – fuck, one of his viewers. What you needed to do was put space between the two of you so you could wrap your head around this development and then never think about it again. 

“I’m going in the water,” you said, pushing yourself away from Seungcheol and to your feet. 

“You realize I haven’t put the sunscreen on you yet, right?” 

“I don’t even care.”

“Sit down.”

“No.”

The way he clenched his jaw actually gave you a thrill that you refused to think about too closely. Instead, you flashed him an overly bright smile and turned away, ignoring the curses you heard him making under his breath or him calling your name. 

You were able to avoid him most of the time there, making sure to be in the water when he was on the shore or on the shore when he made his way into the water. What you could not avoid was his gaze. That, you felt on you throughout the day and caught on you several times. The problem was you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him or looking for him, needing to be aware of where he was at all times in order to avoid having to talk to him and give him the opportunity to question you or fluster you. Because you were really fucking flustered already and were having a very hard time compartmentalizing. A task that was made even harder every time you looked at him, caught him staring at you, studying you, his goddamned eyebrow lifted and a smirk turning up the corner of his lips. 

The thing was, you knew he didn’t know you had seen his…performances. There was just no way. You had watched him as a guest the first time and then used some super generic screenname to buy access to the videos and to message him from. As long as you – for real, this time – never went back to the site and never actually told him you saw him on there, it would be fine. If you could avoid ever seeing him or running into him again at all, even better!

From the looks Lily and Jeonghan kept exchanging and their not actually all that sneaky touches, though, you were definitely going to be in the same place at the same time with him again at some point. This was what happened when you got greedy and asked the universe to let you keep your ex’s friends. They started dating your friends. 

A nudge to your arm dragged your attention away from the blossoming couple – or more accurately, Seungcheol’s back, where he was standing next to the blossoming couple – to the knowing grin Nari was giving you. “I thought you hated him,” she said. 

“I do hate him,” you argued. “And he hates me.” 

“Is that why you’re blushing?” 

“Blush- I’m- I’m not blushing!” You sputtered, hands flying up to your face to cover your cheeks, cringing when you felt the heat there. 

Her smile widened and she laughed, holding her palms up in front of her. “Okay, okay! For the record, though, you guys are both being extra weird today. And you spend a lot of time staring at each other for two people that supposedly hate one another.”

Sighing, you crossed your arms over your chest and eyed your friend warily. You wanted to explain but despite the enmity between you and Seungcheol, he clearly tried to conceal his identity during the streams, and you weren’t going to be the asshole who exposed him. “It’s…complicated,” you settled on.

When she responded with, “Mmhm, I bet it is,” you rolled your eyes affectionately and gave your friend a soft shove toward the coolers.

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As you settled yourself in bed that night, you turned off the lights and were plugging your phone into the bedside charger when a notification banner popped up on your screen, indicating you had a new email. Expecting the email to be a quick ‘send it to the trash’ type thing, as was usually the case when they came through at this time of night, you clicked through intending to do just that. Your eyes scanned the body of the message and you felt your breath catch when you realized it was SVTHub telling you that you had a new private message from coups_d_éhot. 

Shit. 

On the one hand, it was really nice that he took the time to reply to people who messaged him. Which – his whole persona as S.Coups was so different from the version of him you knew personally that the resulting cognitive dissonance made your brain error. It was weird and wrong and yet, so much more like the man everyone else described him as that it was also kind of infuriating. Even strangers on the internet got to meet thoughtful, warm Seungcheol! Apparently, you were the only person on the planet who didn’t.  

On the other goddamn hand, his response meant Seungcheol had read your thirsty DM. Thank God he didn’t know you were, well, you. 

You weren’t going to read his response. You weren’t. You told yourself exactly that even as you clicked on the link in the email that would take you to the message on the website. 

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 10:43pm: 

Thank you for the sweet message, princess. I’m honored to be your favorite (only) camboy and love to hear you’ve been able to make yourself feel so good while watching me. ;) Don’t be a stranger in the chats. Tell me what you need and share those orgasms with me. 

Reading that was a mistake. Squeezing your eyes shut, you did your best to ignore the flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck. Seungcheol didn’t know he was talking to you but you sure as hell did and the idea of sharing your orgasms with him filled you with a warmth you weren’t going to acknowledge. You bit at your bottom lip, weighing out whether it would be worse to reply and then disappear forever or just ignore the message. 

The guilt gnawing at your insides had your fingers moving to the keys, trying to type up something that would allow you to gracefully exit stage left while also acknowledging him and not leaving the guy on read.

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 11:05 pm: 

As appealing as that sounds, I don’t think I’m comfortable sharing my orgasms with you AND the rest of the chat haha. Thanks for getting back to me and not treating me like a giant weirdo for watching and messaging a stranger!

There. That was a totally reasonable response! You were about to close the screen and log-out when another message popped up. 

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 11:06pm: 

You’re cute. Shy, huh? I get that. Tell you what, peach. If you ever want all of my attention to yourself and to share with ONLY me, let me know. I don’t usually do private streams, but I have before, and you and I could talk about what that may look like. 

Your next inhale was sharp, eyes staring at the words on the screen as you squirmed in your bed. A private stream? You forced your eyes shut and quickly closed the tab, then shoved your phone face down on your nightstand. That you considered it for even a second was inexcusable and, frankly, bewildering. He wasn’t just some nameless, faceless, random man on the internet. He was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend! He was the bane of your existence! You were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend and he couldn’t stand you. 

If Seungcheol knew it was you on the other end of his messages, he would be horrified. And probably kill you. At the very least, he would go out of his way to be even more of a pain in your ass. So no. You were going to erase this whole thing from your awareness and pretend it never happened. 

Starting now. 

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You ran into your ex at the store on Wednesday and found yourself floundering. James had been there with the woman he had cheated on you with, even, something you had hoped to avoid ever having to encounter in person. Feeling frustrated and a little brittle, hurt and angry – with him, with yourself for still caring and allowing yourself to be affected by him, you needed to do something. In your defense, you had called your friends first and they had been able to talk you down from that something being completely impulsive and excessive.

Idea number one had been to pack a bag, get on a plane, and move to Boston, Augustana style. If you didn’t love Lily as much as you did, and know she loved you just as much, her laughter as she shot down that plan would have had you pushing back more. Idea two was to swear off men entirely, for the rest of forever, which you thought was pretty reasonable, all things considered. Jess and Nari reminded you of all the things you actually really loved about men, though – at least, men not James – and they had a point. Lots of guys were not cheating douchebags and there was no way you would give up forever all the stuff that came with dating them.

So fine. 

You made plans with them to meet up over the weekend and hung up the phone, feeling better. Mostly. The old saying that the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy snuck up into your awareness and wouldn’t leave, and at this point, you were starting to seriously consider the strategy. 

Which left you with two options: tinder or getting gussied up, going out, and trying to pick a guy up. Tinder was a goddamn nightmare and a curse upon every single woman in the universe, however. It would also involve you then having to still get gussied up to meet them and presumably sleep with them. And even if you found someone on there, or if you put in the effort to go out to find someone the old-fashioned way (which, really, going out by yourself to a club or bar sounded awful), there was zero guarantee the guy could get you off. 

Okay, option three was to table options one and two for now, possibly revisit option two over the weekend when you and your friends went out, and just focus on orgasms. Partnered and yet…not. Your fingers were still curled around your phone and you tightened your grip, drawing in a deep breath. You tried to tell yourself that messaging Seungcheol back, asking him what exactly was required for and what was the expectation for private streaming, was not an option. 

It wasn’t quite as rife with the potential for life-altering consequences as an impulsive move, but it was a very bad idea. 

First and foremost, Seungcheol didn’t know you were princess_peach but that did not mean he wouldn’t find out, especially if you did things to single yourself out from his other viewers and put yourself into a one-on-one virtual situation with him. You hoped and would assume the site protected the names and other private data of viewers as well as performers, but assuming had made an ass of you many times. Even if that was protected, and even if you did your best not to say anything that would give you away, it wasn’t a guarantee he wouldn’t find out you were you. 

Secondly, if he found out, you could honestly make the argument at this point that you hadn’t known he was S.Coups when you watched him and got off on doing so. Despite the fact that he hid his face and didn’t use his real name, there was always the risk of someone he knew stumbling upon him – it just so happened to be you in this case. If you messaged him now, arranged for him to share a private stream with you, to put on a show for you while you chatted with him and touched yourself to the sight and the sounds of him, you would be doing so knowing who he was, purposefully hiding your identity and withholding that same knowledge from him. At the very least, it seemed like a violation of…fairness? If he found out afterwards, he would be pissed and you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on because you knew it was wrong. 

Also, you reminded yourself, I can’t stand the man, so why am I even considering this? 

Because, the fact of the matter was, he was different when he was acting as S.Coups. He – and you would only admit this to yourself – was always hot, but when he wasn’t actively being an ass or doing his best to get under your skin, he was also not the worst. Fine. He was actually very attractive in more than the physical sense. That’s as much as you were willing to give. 

Maybe you would message him and he would say, ‘Sorry, that’s not an option anymore, but here’s some other streamers I can recommend if you’re into that!” and all of this would be a moot point. 

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 8:34pm: 

Hi! Is talking about a private stream still on the table? If not, I totally understand. I’m sorry I didn’t reply earlier. I wasn’t really sure how to respond but I’m definitely interested.

That was not a lie. 

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:16pm: 

There’s my shy girl. It’s on the table, yeah. Why don’t I send you a sheet I drew up that explains how it works? You can take a look at it and tell me if it’s something you’d like to move forward with. 

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 9:24pm: 

Your shy girl, huh? I know I claimed you as my favorite but I didn’t realize the claiming went both ways. Noted. ;) And yes, please. I’ll take a look and get back to you asap.

Jesus Christ, you were flirting with him now. 

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:27pm: 

I think we both know I don’t share well, don’t we, princess? You’ve seen my shows. If we’re going one-on-one and getting to know each other that well, you’re definitely gonna be mine. File is attached, so read it and let me know. [attached: 1 document]

Jesus Fucking Christ, you were flirting with him, he was flirting with you, and you liked it. 

The shiver that went through you, the wave of heat you felt reading his cocky, possessive words, should probably be a sign you were heading into a danger zone and the last thing you should do was to go through with this. Probably should but if it was, you ignored it in favor of scanning through the document he’d sent, already knowing you were going to agree. It was just a transaction. He did this with other people, too, so it was fine. Totally fine! You were just another, uh, customer. Seeing the cost of a private session, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head, but it wasn’t like it would bankrupt you and you were all-in on this questionable decision-making now. 

You messaged him back, agreeing to the terms and the cost, signing the form he sent over confirming such and giving SVTHub permission to charge your card upon initiation of the private stream, and establishing a day/time for said stream. Tomorrow night at 8pm. For one hour, S.Coups – Seungcheol – would be all yours. 

Hand to God, if he ever found out you did this, you were going to flee to Boston. Or Antarctica. Somewhere you never had to face him or anyone who knew the both of you again. 

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