ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where they're amateurs (MYG)~

🌺Yoongi is not an idol in this excerpt. He and his wife are in a whole different kind of entertainment industry.

🌺Please read at your own discretion. A reminder that this is in no way meant to sexualize Yoongi as a person, as it's a fictional portrayal that reflects no real sexual agenda. If you're sensitive to sexual content I advise you don't continue reading! Otherwise, thanks and enjoy!

"When was the last time we uploaded a video?" Yoongi asked, staring at his wife's reflection as she stepped out of the shower.

She froze and pursed her lips, "I can't say I remember, why?"

Yoongi shrugged, scrolling through his phone to read the dozens of comments left on their last video from about two months ago. He was leaned on their marble counter top, chewing his lip as he reviewed their last post made on the adult website they frequented.

Mya pulls her lotion out of her cabinet, peeking over his shoulder when she heard herself moan from his phone. She stared at the video of her husband's head buried between her legs. God, it made her quiver just thinking about it. She never came so hard and so much from oral alone. He refused to let her go or stop, even though she begged him to, she wanted it, though. Otherwise she'd have used the safe word and it wouldn't make it onto the Internet.

He watched her start to massage her lotion into her skin, returning it to its usual silky, smooth texture. She looks at him suggestively, a hint of a smile on her face. "What?"

He chuckled in amusement, watching as she bent down to reach her ankles. "Tie your hair up. I'm setting up the cameras." He ordered. She glanced at his sweats, which happened to be the only thing he was wearing. She noticed the bulge starting to peak from inside them.

They invested quite the bit into their videos, the two of them went through extensive efforts to hide their identity without the tacky look of censoring their videos after the fact. Their equipment was just too good to blur a large patch of their good footage, the two of them knew from experience how much it took away from the immersion. Not to mention there was always the possibility for someone to try to do some investigative work if they really wanted. There was another popular couple in Canada who were forced to reveal their identities for exactly that reason. They were forced to rely on pornography as a primary source of income, as they were very quickly "let go" from their jobs. And understandably so, Yoongi didn't blame any company for not wanting to associate with the sex industry unintentionally.

It was his and Mya's worst nightmare, so they decided that if they started to gain some traction and be watched on a regular basis by an influx of viewers - which only took a year, much to their surprise - than they would invest more into their videos. Of course, all while still pursuing and maintaining their main careers. At first, their content had the tacky looking censored identity. However, they've since dedicated their guest room to their videos, in it there were no photos of them. No mirrors that would accidentally reveal their identities. In fact the walls were bare, and the bed was as simple as they come, dressed with white sheets. There was one dresser and two nightstands: one for either side of the bed.

He left their master bathroom to set up their studio lights. They had taken courses on elaborate lighting for film, not to mention they set the mood. Through the power of camera angles, lighting, and shadows, their videos look great: aesthetically pleasing and practical for them. Most of the time their faces are simply out of frame.

Mya hadn't bothered to get dressed, walking in as she wrapped her thick, black elastic around her long dreads. She had her phone tucked under her chin, as she would use it to iniate when she'd start recording. Yoongi smirks at her as she finishes setting up the other camera on the other side of the bed, flipping the screen around so they could easily see themselves. Aside from the bed and other simple furniture, the only other thing in the room was a desk with two monitors. One of which they used to see themselves even better, in case one of their faces start to show and they can easily readjust themselves.