Author POV
Mingi's eyes stared at himself in the mirror above the camera, he looked at his sexy state, he was almost in love with himself.Mingi let out a soft groan, fucking his fleshlight faster as his fans waited for his next release.
"I'm close, open up for me yeah?" Mingi groaned, the toy in his hands almost breaking at the force he was using.
"You always do so well for me, you're perfect, just for me." Mingi grunted, fucking the flesh light faster.
Mingi let out a deep groan, straight into the mic, he was sure they'd cum after that, but he made sure by doing something nobody could resist.
"Oh fuck, baby." Mingi whimpered, his voice deep and shaky as he finished in the object.
His nights ended like this, an aftercare routine set in place for the after video when he would clean himself up. Along with his toys, he disguised the squelching of the rag cleaning the toy as "cleaning the cum out."
He sighed as he looked his phone, a few likes already, a few comments, he found some a bit cringy, but some cute. He loved the praise, he loved the comments about how his voice sounded in this one, he never showed his face. Occassional pictures of his abs and thighs would satisfy his followers. But twitter wasnt getting the blessing of seeing his dick.
As he scrolled through the comments, liking here and there, he received a notification saying that he had an assignment to turn in.
He raised to his feet again, staring at the open box of microphones, cameras, and sound detectors. He closed it, along with his box of whips, vibrators, flesh lights, and other embarrassing toys, if anyone were to find. His sweats slid down to his hips and his v line was showing, he decided to take a picture of it, he smiled at all the likes before looking at the rest of his paper he had to write. He sat down relectantly and got to work.
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Author POV
"Wooyoung, no this is embarrassing to say, and I know you're in front of him." Hongjoong said."Oh please I've seen your entire body, hell I've even undressed you. Drunk Hongjoong is a pain." Wooyoung mumbled the last part of course.
Hongjoong rolled his eyes, listening to Wooyoung change his location after a moody Yeosang let him go.
"I'm not getting turned on by any of these videos I'm watching." Hongjoong said sheepishly.
"You pulled me away from the comfort of my boyfriend because you can't get it up at the thought of step sis getting stuck?" Wooyoung asked, groaning at how hard it would be to get Yeosang back in his arms.
"It's not that exactly, I'm already up and I can't get back down without seeing something." Hongjoong said.
"How about voices?" Wooyoung asked.
"Uh, sex noises count as voices right?" Hongjoong asked, shaking his hips to see his length swing a bit.
"No, I'm talking about getting talked through it. Or getting told what's happening. It's like a POV." Wooyoung said.
"I enjoy those, but if it's just a voice I'm not sure." Hongjoong said.
"How about you look up gi32 and check how they make you feel. Call me back when you finish, or don't actually tell me when we get to class tomorrow." Wooyoung said.
"It better not be a baby voice either." Hongjoong groaned, hanging up, he didn't hear Wooyoung chuckle softly as he had already disconnected the line.
Hongjoong plopped down on his bed, red sheets making noise as the thick comfort dipped underneath him, crumbling as he moved.
He searched up the name on Twitter, he saw that gi32 was faceless. He didn't know who he was cumming to, Hongjoong wasn't conceited or anything, he was a visual person. His major was art for fucks sake.
He tapped on a video, it opened up to a set of abs and some chips on the side.
"Shouldn't you be watching the movie that you begged me to put on?" gi32 asked.
Hongjoong felt a shiver run down his spine, he felt his dick jump at the sound of his voice.
"Oh gosh." Hongjoong mumbled.
"Hm? Attention seeker? Me? Never. My shirt is off because it's hot." Mingi said, adjusting his position.
Hongjoong listened to gi32 ramble a conversation before kissing noises started, Hongjoong was so embarrassed that he was getting shy and horny at the noise.
He started to play with himself, spreading his legs as gi32 talked him through what he assumed to be riding him.
Hongjoong was face down gripping the pillows, fucking into his hand desperately. He listened closely to gi32's deep moans and random whimpers with voice cracks. His knuckles were white with how tight he was gripping the sheets, he let out a moan himself, he covered his mouth quickly, turning on his back to let out another loud moan, he was fucking his hand like gi32 was fucking a random sock he had found behind the camera. Middle school-like, I know.
"Fuck baby, go faster for me." gi32 groaned.
Hongjoong's back arched and he landed on his hands and knees, he sobbed into the sheets as he felt his high coming. Hongjoong's hand moved faster, he made a soft thump every time he moved his hips to push into his hand, he was humping himself at this point, losing his mind.
"Mmgh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Hongjoong whimpered, squirting all over his sheets, the white substance came after, he made a mess on his red sheets as he jerked and twitched to Mingi's moans.
"You did so good, wanna finish that movie now." gi32 asked, smile present in his voice.
Hongjoong clicked the power button, hands shaky as he was still trying to recover from his mindblowing orgasm, he still heard the man's voice he felt so embarrassed that he had came so quickly to a man's voice.
He had never had gay interactions before, maybe a few infatuations with seniors in high school but never did he feel they were more than role models.
He sighed and removed his sheets, his legs were tired and he was just gonna do a poor job at cleaning himself up with a wipe.
He dressed his bed and relaxed on the pillows.
Maybe he could ask Wooyoung about it on Wednesday.
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Hayran KurguMingi, a porn star attends college just like a regular person. Except he comes across one of his new listeners who's come to the realization that he couldnt listen without getting unbelieveably shy and jittery. This is fiction, any relations to any...