Camboy

Part - time Job

It was Tuesday night. That night.

But it was as if he was glued to the desk, his pale hand repetitively clicking his custom-made black mouse over the file labelled 'MIN YOONGI'S! DO NOT TOUCH'. His face was plastered all over the magazines stacked next to him, his tablet, that displayed his famous name, next to them.

Yoongi sighed heavily, running his free hand through his already messy mint-coloured hair. They had asked a lot from him; there was only so little you could do with crappy lyrics like this. So there he was, copying and pasting the same tracks and noises so that he could salvage this piece.

His masterpiece.

Finally, he closed the software and adjusted the black glasses that rested on his slender nose bridge. His darkly coloured eyes wandered around the large studio as he leaned back. That was until they landed on the modern looking clock opposite.

Shit.

G - Boys owed him big time. Yoongi abruptly stood up, logging out of his computer and stuffing his belongings into his backpack. He snatched a broad tipped marker and a post-it note, deciding to scribble down illegible words all over it.

'Sorry Namjoon-ah, I had to run. See you whenever!

-Yoongi'

So he ran, almost knocking down everyone and every door in his way. He was supposed to be live in 23 minutes. It would take him exactly 16 minutes just to get to the nearest train station, 11 to reach the guy's apartment and 9 minutes to set up.

You do the math.

Life was unfair. Yoongi pulled out his bashed up iPhone from his pants pocket, quickly dialling up the number he knew off by heart. He pressed it up against his ear, the cracks on his screen rubbing against his smooth screen as it vibrated.

"Pretty boy, where are you? We start in less than 20 minutes!"

"I know baby...." The producer huffed impatiently before continuing, "Just hurry and pick me up from work."

The guy was a frequent customer, popping up from time to time when he was....needy. So Yoongi decided to wait by the brick wall just a couple of steps away from the studio, lean against it and play Candy Crush.

In the middle of level 167, a familiar car honk alerted him that his ride and customer was here. He stuffed his beaten up phone back into his pocket and picked up his heavy backpack, taking long and powerful strides up to the BMW illegally parked on the curb.

As soon as Yoongi opened the passenger's door, a pair of rough, chapped lips smashed onto his soft, small ones -- this created him to yelp against these pair of lips in surprise. A large, calloused hand ran along the back of his exposed neck, vigorously pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Playing along, he climbed into the car and on top of the man. With his teeth, he tugged gently at the man lower lip as he let out a gruff moan. Yoongi's fingers worked themselves into the man's hair, not bothering to care if he was gripping too hard.

Then he felt it.

The thing poked into his inner thigh as if it was already creeping its way up into his...

Yoongi pulled away, staring outside the window as he could hear the faint sound of the city buzzing.

"Nice to see you Sangwoo-hyung...."

Instantly, he climbed off the older man and reached for the car door, slamming it shut. The producer could feel the elder's eyes burn into his lips lustfully.

"Prepared for tonight?" Sangwoo asked, still dazed by what he thought was an intense kiss.

"Sure..."

It took them some time to reach the older man's apartment, but when they reached it they had 14 minutes spare. Yoongi rushed over into a familiar bedroom, hooked the camera up to his computer all while warily staring at the semen covered bedspread.

"Must've already had Kookie over." He muttered to himself, grabbing the bottles of lube and settling them down on the bedside table.

He had noticed while entering the room, that there was a new floor length mirror right next to Sangwoo's closet. Yoongi, removing his glasses and putting them by the bedside table, stood up and went towards the mirror. His pale hands traced his features carefully as he examined every nook and cranny of his reflection.

Yoongi looked like absolute shit.

He had purplish eye bags that looked swollen due to the lack of sleep; however, at his 100th attempt with makeup, he managed to cover most of it up. But enough of that. He decided to get ready.

His fingers get to work at the top button of his dress shirt, lazily working their way down. Finally, Yoongi slips off the black shirt, revealing particularly interesting underwear...

His favourite lingerie set.

A small, thin smile dares to tug on Yoongi's lips as he admires himself in the mirror. He didn't mind that the straps dug into his shoulder blades from time to time or that it was uncomfortable to sit around in all day, he just liked the way it looked in it.

The young man bit his lips gently as he slowly peeled off his pants to cover the matching panties embedded with small crystal and held together with bows. The G-string somehow disappeared between his full, round other cheeks.

Frantically, he searches for his phone only to remember it was still in his pants pocket. He gets it and opens up his other Instagram account. Yoongi angles himself perfectly, making sure the dim lighting hits his slender hips perfectly.

Snap!

He hits post immediately, with the caption, 'A live show coming soon on my account. See you men in 3 mins.'

After analyzing every customer's comments, he drops his phone onto the pile of clothes and rushes to his backpack to fish out his bag of 'toys'.

Wet, rough hands snaked down Yoongi's frail body towards his private part as he was bent over his bag. Sangwoo, who seemed to be in his late 40s, had no garments and had spread Yoongi's cheeks, grinding his butt harshly.

"You ready babe?"

His computer starts to beep, warning them that the live show was about to start in 3...2...

"Sure..."

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lmao, this is rushed and for some reason made no sense to me.

unedited

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