Body Talk | Taejin

Taehyung 1.0

Some people - actually, not some people, he knew exactly who they were - would argue that Netflix would have been cheaper. And they were right. It was also probably the better investment, considering his current subscription service of choice had exactly one piece of entertainment that he was actually interested in.

But then again he had been leaching off Jimin's Netflix for years. He was relatively sure the other knew. How could he not when one of the profile's was literally named 'Person who does not pay for this account' and had all of his most recently watched shows right at the top.

It could be said that Jungkook did the exact same thing. But there was also a second, matching profile with a similar name.

But Netflix wasn't his concern at the current moment.

No, right now his only mission was to throw all of his money down the drain. A very attractive drain, yes, no one could argue that. But the logic behind the action just wasn't sound.

So no one would understand why he was wasting a vast amount of the money that was currently sitting in a fund meant to help him getting through college. His parents had worked hard to build up that money, and he was pretty sure this was not how they intended for it to be spent.

Or maybe they shouldn't have given someone who's brain was still developing a credit card with no limit.

Still, this wasn't his parents fault. To say that was anyone's fault made it sound like he was doing something wrong. And he wasn't. There was nothing wrong with this. Sure, it would probably earn him some harsh judgment if anyone ever found out. But it definitely wasn't wrong.

So what if most people spent their money on things like Netflix - they probably had some one to actually invite over to complete the chill part that was supposed to go with it. If Taehyung chose something he wouldn't get nearly as much use out of but still accomplished the same goal, then how was that really any different?

He wasn't addicted. He could quit at any time.

At least that's what he told himself.

...

It happened by accident.

Or at least, as accidentally as these things could happen.

He'd been alone one night, a rare occurrence considering he lived with two other people. But Jimin was a social butterfly and Jungkook had far more battery life than he usually did, so it really only made sense that they would go out together. They would always invite him and he would always say no and the whole thing would repeat again next time.

But he had been alone. And his usual haunts just weren't doing it for him.

It wasn't that he was picky - except that's exactly what he was. He had a type and he knew that. The problem was that type apparently did not exist outside of porn.

Which was part of his problem.

But he'd gone through every single video of tiny little brunettes getting dicked down by larger blonds and there was nothing else of interest at all. Maybe if he just switched the two? It wasn't like that was the important part of this entire scenario. Hair color really didn't matter in the fantasy he was trying to see play out.

But that just opened up a cesspool that he was not willing to wade through. He'd gotten to the second page before he'd been willing to throw in the towel and just give up on getting off. Maybe he could just take a cold shower and order a ridiculous amount of take out and watch a movie. That sounded -

Pathetic. Not as much as this. But still, pretty up there.

So he'd been about to click out of the current window when something had caught his eye. An advertisement off to the side. Nothing more than a flash of someone's face before it was gone, going on to the next little clip of what the website had to offer.

Still he was intrigued. Clicked on the ad and sighed at all of the pop up's that instantly blocked his view. Got rid of them and looked at what was currently available.

Three videos down. He would always remember that. Three little flicks of his finger against the mouse pad was all it took to find his walking, talking, living dream come true.

"Hello again daddies." That voice had been so light and playful. Flirty and fun. And he'd heard it and instantly fell in love. The face on the screen was currently blond, a stark white that stood out against the tanned skin. But it looked good. Made the features even sharper. More impactful.

And god were they impactful.

Beautiful, shining eyes that looked like they had come right out of some anime. A straight, too large nose that shouldn't have fit onto that face but somehow did. High cheek bones that were currently flushed - and he got the feeling that it was just makeup, especially considering the rest of it was flawless. Eyelashes were not meant to be that dark and lips were not meant to be that pink.

Or that plump. Swollen. Pink in the middle like they had just been sucking on a lolli pop.

The vision was still dressed - well, as much as you could call wearing an oversize tee shirt as being dressed. It fell down to mid-thigh, showing off inches of pale, creamy skin that it felt so wrong to look at, yet he just couldn't help himself.

He paused it. Not even a whole minute in and he had to pause it to try and collect himself. Glanced up at the title to try and gather more info and realized exactly what he'd clicked on.

'Cute little omega gets fucked by monster dildo'

Alright that was -

Descriptive.

This was either going to be the best choice of his entire life, or he was going to end up cursing his entire existence.

Either way, he pressed play.

...

To say he hadn't meant to fall in so deep was a severe understatement. Because he hadn't. Not really. Had tried to just watch that one video and let it go.

He could have been just fine only seeing that scenario play out once. Just hunky and dory and all of the other words people used to describe being okay. Really. He could have.

Except that was the single biggest lie he had ever told.

Over the next two days he somehow managed to watch every single bit of video he could get his greedy little hands on. There wasn't much, honestly, and he quickly found out that the better stuff was hidden behind a pay wall.

Because of course it was. Did he really think anyone did this for free?

He couldn't just subscribe to the omega though. No, he had to had to pay a baseline fee which got him onto the actual website. And afterwards he had to pay yet another to gain access to his individual page.

He shouldn't. And he knew that. He had wasted enough of his time, money and semen on this one omega who was never even going to know his name. It was probably better that he just stopped now.