#I wish the video for their performance was a still cam front view like all the others

[ayoyoungg]

team 2 could pull off BANG but team 8 can’t pull off The Boys me thinks

#I like dkb and am rooting for them but I stand by this #I wish the video for their performance was a still cam front view like all the others #I wanna watch a fan cam of the group without all the camera angles #personally I thought team 2 should win #but I wanna watch team 8’s perf to see what the judges saw #like I thought it’d be 3 to 5 if not 4 to 4 #i REALLY liked ntx’s version of The Boys #like the og song admittedly isn’t that good (if you look at just the song and not the performance + outfits + nostalgia) #but they made the song good!! and I liked how they changed up the lyrics #bro that ‘no reputation can you feel my team’ is GENIUS #like you can’t even question the group’s identity #also like the judges that voted for them were Tiffany and Shim Jaewon aka the ones that know the difficulty of that song #I’m suprised Kyuhyun didn’t vote for them (especially after his comment on the vocals) but I’m guessing the boys isn’t 1 of his fav gg songs #the boys is more vocally demanding than bang is all I’m saying #both groups had SOLID performances but yeah I wish they shared more about why the voted how they did #also hearing dkb stretch out 8 o’oclock in the lyrics of bang was so fun/funny to listen to #jt #just thoughts #jtbc peaktime

[winetae]

wall to wall (m.) 02

— female reader x hoseok

— smut, porn star!au

— sex work, insecurity, jealousy, slut shaming/objectification, role played scenario that includes: d/s dynamics - dom!hoseok, anal sex, sex toys, face fucking, double penetration, erotic massages, humiliation, degradation, porn star type dirty talk, squirting, creampie, lots of cum (and oil!)

— 19.7k 

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Temporary popularity is the biggest threat to your career right now. Without a solid core fan base you’re doomed to be forgotten. If not now, then in a month or two, and if not then, surely by the end of the year. That’s how quickly the adult film industry cycles through their actors, especially when you’re a woman. 

Your agent comes forward with a proposition to help put you back on the map.

↳  or, my contribution to the lights, camera, action! collab : )

part 01 | part 02 | part 03

author’s note | part 2 is finally here ! ! ty to jordan who has encouraged me literally every step of the way and to ella for supplying a never ending amount of hoseok gifs and pics when i most needed it :’) i’m sorry again for cutting the chapter into two parts but seeing as this entire chunk only amounted to 1/3 of my outline for part two it’s safe to say i would have never finished this fic otherwise ;;

(!) if you are particularly sensitive to humiliation/ degradation then maybe u should skip the smut scene bc jdjffjkfkddkd cries in tears of heaux 

SCENE 03 - PULP FRICTION. TAKE 02. ROLL A.

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It’s hard to guess how a project will be perceived by the general public. Sometimes a xxx feature film everyone believed would do well sells less than expected, and with online pirating becoming such a rampant and common occurrence, it’s harder to measure the impact of your work. Views and numbers are no longer a reliable indicator of one’s popularity. You’re lucky that you’re signed under such a big talent agency because at least you’re guaranteed regular paychecks, regardless of how well you perform. But to survive in this industry you’re conscious that you need more than that.

According to Seokjin and his expert advice, fans are the ones who will keep an adult entertainer’s career afloat for longer than the average six months. It doesn’t matter how good-looking or well endowed an actor is; if fans aren’t interested and invested, there’s a slim chance that they’ll pay money from their own pockets to view your work. And in order to build such a strong and dedicated fan base, you need one of several things: regular content and an active social media account.

It’s a careful line to tread; not enough online interaction can make people lose interest, but so can overexposure.

You’re patiently waiting for what Seokjin baptizes “The Big Breakthrough” - the decisive project that will propel you into superstardom. None of your videos have ever garnered that type of traction, however, and you’ve been stuck repeating the same old recycled scenarios of plumbers/pizza delivery boys coming over to get the fuck of their life.

When your latest video is uploaded online, you do your best to steer clear from social media. As much as you want to see what people think of your performance, it’s too nerve-wracking to deal with on an empty stomach. You know that if you begin scrolling through the comments, you’ll spend all day glued to your phone, constantly refreshing the page to check for feedback.

And while you aren’t the type of person who lets negative opinions affect your morale, you are nonetheless worried that your time in the industry is about to run out. Lately, the thought lingers ominously in the corners of your mind.

In times like these, exercise is one of the best distractions, second to maybe sex.

Pia, the yoga instructor, walks you through several routines, bending your body this way and that, until your head feels pleasantly blank, devoid for once of any stress and self-doubt. The hour long hot yoga class puts your overthinking mind to rest. In that moment even the notion of time ceases to matter.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

The instructor turns off his meditation playlist while the room empties out, soft chattering replacing the chirping of birds and the sound of cascading water. Slowly, mind still fuzzy around the edges, you gather your belongings and head straight to the vending machine to get a much needed dose of caffeine.

As you dig around the contents of your purse for spare change, someone comes up from behind and taps your shoulder.

“Eep!” You catch your bag before it can slip from your grasp. “What—”

“Shit, sorry!”

When you spin around, hands clutched protectively over your chest to keep your heart rate steady, you don’t expect to come face to face with Hoseok, of all people.

He grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to give you a scare. I, um, recognized you from afar and thought I’d come say hi.”

Now that the initial shock has faded, you’re free to admire the sight in front of you without any distractions.

As handsome as Hoseok looks under the bright studio lights with his hair styled and make-up applied, there’s something undeniably appealing about the way he appears now - with his hair mussed up and sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips. While you normally prefer someone who puts more effort into their appearance, there’s something attractive and unpretentious about his casual demeanor that intrigues you.

Heat surges to the apple of your cheeks when you realize that you’re being too blatant with your ogling. Your eyes settle on his face - a safe zone, one that won’t cause any misunderstandings. It’s a nice sight to look at. Hoseok’s face is pretty, the absence of powder and contour not taking away from his handsomeness in the least. His skin glows in a way that can only be achieved post-workout or after an intense orgasm.

This train of thought brings you down a slippery slope. All too soon, your mind supplies images of his long cock filling you up over and over and over again, his lips whispering praise and filth in the same breath. Your gaze flits to his mouth as you recall how red and swollen they’d been after kissing you senseless, how sticky and wet they’d felt against your own, the taste of your own succulence bleeding into your mouth as your breaths intermingled.

“You’re - yes.” You clear your throat, embarrassed by the way you’d quickly let your thoughts spiral out of control. “It’s fine, you just - caught me off guard. How’ve you been?”

Since you last dicked me down, goes unsaid.

“Just finished teaching a class a few minutes ago. I’ve got a 30 minute break before the next one starts.” He checks his watch. “Well, eleven minutes now.”

“You teach here?” You raise your brows, taken aback by his revelation.  

Not that it isn’t uncommon for adult entertainers to work two jobs - or more. You’ve run into a variety of cases since joining the industry. Some do porn on the side, as a hobby or as a way to make a quick buck. They quit the moment porn becomes tedious or when they’ve made enough money to pay back their loans. For you, however, it’s not like that. What started off as amateur cam work has now become your whole life. You can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means going against your family members’ wishes. They could go suck on a rancid cock, for all you cared.

“Yep, sure do. I teach the morning Pilates class on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Funny how I’ve never run into you before, huh?”

He takes a few coins out of his left pocket and inserts them into the vending machine. “Here, get whatever you want.”

“You don’t—”

“My treat.”

You want to argue but Hoseok’s too beguiling for his own good. It doesn’t take much for you to be won over; Hoseok’s smile widens and you’re a goner.

It’s that easy.

You’re not sure if it’s because you’ve seen each other naked before or if the earlier yoga session has successfully weakened your defenses, but you’re not as wary as you usually would be around people you don’t know well. Distrust runs in your veins yet something about Hoseok has you lowering your guard.  

Based on your observations, there’s nothing calculated behind his gestures and mannerisms. The blinding grin, the jokes, the way people easily get pulled into his magnetic field - it’s not a facade or an act or a fluke. It’s just the way he is.

Hoseok leans against the vending machine and watches you press in the numbers for your order. From the corner of your eye, you see him studying your profile with a degree of intensity that makes you self-conscious. You swallow down the urge to fidget.

And it’s - silly. He’s seen you bare and at your most exposed, has kissed and touched the entirety of your body from head to toe, but this quiet moment feels strangely intimate, more so than when he’d slid his cock inside of you for the first time. Perhaps it’s due to the absence of cameras and prying eyes or the knowledge that right now you’re both real people, stripped of your porn star persona exterior.

Your eyes meet.

There’s nothing predatory or hungry about his gaze. The passion and the love he’d expressed so naturally during your filmed scenes are no longer detectable. Right now he’s Jung Hoseok, not a character with a role to play. This is all him - the dark circles, the relaxed smile, the slight slouch in his shoulders.

“About—” He clears his throat. “About the other day. The guy that was with you...”

You know without needing clarification who and what he’s talking about. You run your tongue across your row of teeth, wiping away the cheap coffee’s aftertaste, and nod for him to continue.

“He give you a hard time?” Hoseok’s eyes don’t stray from yours. He looks concerned. Serious. “Afterwards I - I regretted leaving so soon. I didn’t want to - I wasn’t sure. But, regardless, I should have made sure you were okay before leaving you alone with him.”

“Oh.”

Realization sinks in. Your eyes widen and you splutter, flustered. “No, no. It’s nothing like that. Jimin - he’s my boyfriend.”

It’s hard to appreciate the concern when all you feel is shocked that someone could misinterpret your relationship for a perverted staff member preying on an unsuspecting porn actress. Although it’s unfortunately common practice in the industry, it’s so far removed from what you share with Jimin that you’re at a loss for words.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Hoseok immediately rubs his face in embarrassment. “I thought - sorry. I’m a dumbass. Ignore me.”

“It’s -”  You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

An awkward silence ensues.

You occupy the void by sipping on the bitter vending machine coffee, your eyes glued to your toenails peeking out the top of your sandals. Any other time, you’d fret over the chipping nail polish and rush to schedule an appointment at the nail salon, but your thoughts are so jumbled up that you can barely string a coherent sentence together.

Jimin - he isn’t anything like what Hoseok’s implying. Implied. You know this. But the fact that someone could mistake him as such doesn’t sit right with you. You want to defend him but at the same time you don’t know what to say.

“I just,” he sighs, breaking the silence. “I’ve seen it happen before. I’m sorry I assumed the worst. I guess I’m too paranoid for my own good. I hope I didn’t offend you too much. Or him.”

“No - I’m - I understand.” You give him a small smile to let him know you don’t harbor any ill feelings over the mistake. Hoseok seems so genuinely sorry about the entire situation that it’s impossible to hold it against him.

It’s possible, you think. To misinterpret your relationship with Jimin. The situation back then had been so tense - you remember that better than anyone. Given the context, Hoseok had every right to be mistrustful, especially when no one had bothered to set the record straight.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“There’s no harm done.” You hesitate before continuing, “I’m that way too, you know. I tend to think the worst of people when I probably shouldn’t. I thought - I was worried about you at first, too. When we met. Not because - it wasn’t anything against you personally. I’m just distrustful. But I’m glad - that it was you and not someone else.”

His posture relaxes. “Thank you. I’m glad that it was you, too. And that I was able to prove you wrong about me. With the shit you hear and see happening on set… I don’t blame you for being on your guard.”

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll - oh. I think someone’s calling you.”

Hoseok follows your line of sight to where a small group of his students are huddled behind the glass panel separating the Pilates classroom from the hallway leading down to the changing rooms. They’re all female and look around your age, maybe younger. The one who had been waving her arms wilts under the attention of her teacher, blush high on her cheeks, while her group of friends dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Ah. That’s my cue.” Hoseok sighs in apology, the corner of his lips tugged downwards into a pout. “Sorry. Would’ve loved to get coffee and catch up but alas. Duty calls.”

“Next time.”

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll hold you up to that. And it’ll be proper coffee next time! Promise.”

“Okay, deal,” you agree easily. “I’ll buy.”

He looks somewhat offended. “What - no, that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s only fair.” You gesture at the half-empty plastic coffee cup still warm against your palm.

Hoseok opens his mouth to object but a short-haired woman pokes his head out the open door. “Yo, teach! Wasn’t class supposed to start five minutes ago?”

“I’m coming!” Hoseok shouts back, waving his student back inside. “Arrogant brat.”

“Go, go!” You urge, holding yourself from physically pushing him towards the classroom. His group of students look like they’re willing to jump you if you keep hogging his attention.

“We’ll Rock Paper Scissors it!” He says while jogging backwards. “Gotta run but see you around, yeah?”

Your lips pull into an amused smile as you watch him retreat back to his classroom. Through the glass panel, you can see the horde of girls flock around him, each vying for his attention in different ways. You’re especially impressed by how one almost succeeds in drowning Hoseok in her generous cleavage.

The sight of Hoseok dealing with thirsty college girls is so ridiculous you can’t help but giggle. You’re tempted to attend one of his classes just to watch them all trip over each other in an attempt to seduce him. Maybe you could even learn a thing or two.

With that thought in mind, you leave the gym center in high spirits, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to tackle on whatever hurdles the day decides to throw your way. You hum along to a top 40 hit they constantly play on the radio and decide to stop by your favorite restaurant to get take-out before heading home.

As you get into your car, you turn on your phone you’d disregarded all morning and are immediately notified of five missed calls and several unread text messages. More than half are - unsurprisingly - from your agent. You’re tempted to ignore him for an hour or two longer but you know how he gets once his patience runs thin.

“Don’t tell me you were out with Jimmy again,” Seokjin groans once you decide to call him back.

“I was with Hoseok, actually.”

“Hoseok?” Seokjin instantly perks up on the other side of the line. “As in, Jung Hoseok? J-Hope? Your baby daddy? That Hoseok?”

You contemplate ending the call.

Begrudgingly you concur, “Yes. That one.”

“Oooooh. Do tell,” he eggs, the smugness in his tone so thick that you can visualize it.

“It wasn’t - whatever scandalous thought you’re thinking. He works at the gym I go to. What are the chances, right?”

“What are the chances indeed.” Despite the lack of juicy gossip, he sounds pleased. “The news I rang you for earlier involves him.”

“How so?”

“Your video with Hoseok has been the number 1 trending video on Bang Gang’s home page since this morning!” He squeals, enthusiasm making the volume of his voice raise by a notch. “People are eating that romantic insemination stuff for breakfast and lunch. The views on this are insane! We haven’t gotten such a big reaction since the Agust D teacher-student role play and that was ages ago.”

“Wh- Are you serious?!”

Unable to contain the elation that surges through your chest, your face breaks out into a giant grin.

You’re admittedly the first to say that the number of views doesn’t equate to one’s talent or prowess in bed, but you also can’t completely disregard what this particular achievement implies...

While belonging to a reputable agency has its perks, it also entails continuous competition with big names. Your coworkers are also your competitors. Every month the most successful porn stars are rewarded and praised, whilst the ones who rake in the least amount of views are cast aside and are fated to fade into anonymity.

As much as you hate to acknowledge it, you’ve never had the support or interest it takes to contend for 1st place on any popularity polls or rankings of the sort. On Wednesdays, it so happens that the number one trending video spot is usually occupied by a popular femdom porn star who’s been in the game long enough to have secured a loyal fanbase.

Seokjin understands and empathizes with your excitement more than anybody.

“Yes, I’m serious! I think this is It, you know? Your Big Breakthrough, the moment we’ve been waiting for. You’ve been doing well so far but I think we’ll be able to go mainstream with this,” he chatters on, excitement building with every word. “Director Ryu said he’d personally call you up later to congratulate you, so don’t turn off your phone and ignore your calls, okay? I think he wants to ask you to film in his next movie but he didn’t discuss the details with me. Whatever it is - please say yes. I know the guy is a little pompous old fart but he really has an eye for this sort of thing. Casting you and Hoseok in the same film was the work of God. The chemistry between the two of you is unreal, no wonder people are jacking off to this at 10 am while they eat their cereal.”

You think it’s too early to rejoice in the success of your video considering the majority of the viewers are sleeping or busy at work - but when THE SPERMINATOR retains its number one ranking for the remainder of the week, you know your achievement deserves to be properly celebrated.

True to Seokjin’s word, Director Ryu does end up calling you. He wants to work with you and Hoseok again for a new film - and possibly more.

“A multi-film contract? You want to sign one with me?”

“How could I not? You’re both naturals and work well together. More importantly, the camera loves you. And people are on board with the pairing already! I think it’s a good idea to capitalize on their interest, don’t you think?”

It doesn’t take much more to convince you — not that you need any convincing at this point.

You refuse to be a flash-in-the-pan star. Although you admittedly had your reservations at first, the unexpected success of the last film is all Ryu needs to persuade you.

And - you like Hoseok. It goes without saying that there are far worse people to be partnered up with. Besides, it’s easier to work with co-stars you’ve starred in movies with previously for multiple reasons. Your acting is much more likely to come off as natural if you’re already acquainted with the dick that’s about to split you open - at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

When you mention the possibility of working again with Hoseok, your boyfriend doesn’t seem to share your enthusiasm.

“So it’s not a one time thing?” He’s not looking at you directly, his attention fixed instead on the freshly brewed coffee he nurses in his hands.  

“I mean—” You smile tentatively. “Director Ryu hasn’t said for how long he’ll keep hiring us for his projects. Maybe - maybe he’ll keep the format and hire different actors in the future? He - he didn’t really say. I don’t think he has much of an idea himself. He’s very...peculiar.”

You force out a laugh, but your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere falls flat.

“I see.” Jimin brings the coffee cup to his mouth to hide his grimace.

You don’t need to see his dejected expression to know that he isn’t pleased with this development.

“Do you - is there something wrong with Hoseok?” You hesitate, unsure of how he’ll reply.

Jimin’s never insisted you step down from a project before or expressed his dissatisfaction with any of your ‘artistic choices’, although you always imagined that someday, somewhere down the line, he might. Compared to your past dalliances, Jimin is understanding and empathetic. You don’t expect him to be perfect, however, especially when you yourself are far from that. Everyone must have their own personal limits, right? It’s unfair to ask Jimin to be accepting all the time.

It’s just that...the timing is bad.

You want to take his feelings into consideration, but you’re also aware that this might be your last opportunity to get your name out there once and for all. Your previous works have never tanked, so to speak, but they’d mostly gone by unnoticed. While you’ve managed to make ends meet in the past, such anonymity cannot go on for much longer if you want to remain in this line of work.

Your lipstick wears off as you bite your lower lip. Silence hangs heavy in the air.

Jimin sets down his cup of coffee and averts his gaze.

“No. No, there’s nothing wrong with him.”

You breathe out in relief, only now realizing you’d been holding in your breath as you awaited his answer.  

“It’s a bit difficult,” he admits after a pause. “Watching both of you together... Not because it’s bad! You did really good last time. You always do, but - saying ‘I love you’, that kind of stuff, it’s - I don’t know. It’s not your fault, though! I just need some time to adjust. Next time shouldn’t be as strange - since I know what to expect...”

You blink slowly as your brain registers the confession. His words echo in your ears and a strong feeling of déjà-vu washes over you. He’d said something along those lines before, hadn’t he?

Jimin shrugs like it’s no big deal before continuing, “As for Hoseok... He seems like a good person, I guess. I don’t think he’s the problem. Whether it’s him or another guy...” He sighs. “I think I just need to work this out on my own. It’s not like I can ask you to turn down a job offer because of me, right?”

Guilt makes your stomach turn. He’s right. As much as you want to respect his feelings, you can’t bring yourself to turn down the job for his sake. Does that make you selfish? Does he think less of you for it?

“Alright...” When you reach out to take his hand in yours, his skin is surprisingly cold to the touch. “You’ll tell me if it ever bothers you, okay? Filming this - or anything else. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with what I do...”

You’re not sure what you’ll do if that moment ever comes to pass. Work is your number one priority in life. Many of your relationships haven’t worked out because of that very reason but your past lovers’ dissatisfaction hadn’t been enough to change your mindset. After all, work is what helps put money on the table, not love. You shake your head, as if the action will help you get rid of your stressful thoughts.  

Jimin nods as he interlaces his fingers with yours. On normal days, holding hands together puts your mind at rest. You love the way his hand fits in yours, the different skin tones blending into one.

Right now, his pale hand feels unnaturally cold against your own. It feels like winter itself is embracing you and you repress a shiver.

Maybe as his girlfriend it’s not the right choice to make, but — you can’t falter now. It physically pains you to admit it but Seokjin’s worrying isn’t unfounded. Your career is stagnant, your projects predictable and boring. You’re not bad at your job, but you don’t stand out amidst the sea of pretty girls hoping to make a name for themselves.

There’s no guarantee that Director Ryu’s new project will be as successful as the first. You’re no stranger to false hopes; there’s a chance that Seokjin’s wishful thinking might never amount to anything. Even so, you want to give it a shot. Not trying feels too much like giving up and giving up is not an option you’re willing to consider, not when you’ve already put so much on the line.

You’re not a quitter. Seokjin had warned you from day one that it wouldn’t be easy and you’d taken his lessons and warnings to heart. You’d become an adult entertainer fully aware of the trials and tribulations you’d have to face and had been prepared to make the necessary sacrifices in order to achieve your goals.

But are the risks truly worth it? Looking at Jimin’s dejected expression, you’re not so sure anymore.

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They’ve really gone all out this time, you muse as you cast a cursory glance at your surroundings. A small, electric waterfall fountain sits in the far right corner and crimson colored scented candles are dispersed all around the elaborate massage parlor set-up, dousing the room in a cosy, amber glow. It’s a surprising sight because porn sets are famous for never focusing on the details. Viewers are here for the sex, not the generic backdrop of a rented room or hotel suite.

Director Ryu vehemently protests.

“That’s precisely what sets apart my works from your average pornography film. I want the viewer to be completely immersed in the movie they’re watching. Porn is too constricting and underwhelming a word. What I’m creating is a feast for the eyes, one that leaves a lasting impression after consumption.”

“Ah... Yes.” You try (and fail) to sound impressed.  

“People want to believe the sex is real, even if it’s just for an hour.” He sighs deeply, sounding pained, like explicating such a simple fact isn’t worthy of his time. “They need the escape and it’s our job to make it happen. A few extra candles might not make a colossal difference at first glance. But that’s where you’re wrong! It’s never been about the candles. It’s about the ambiance! The visual experience!”

It’s a pity the new budget doesn’t extend to your wardrobe, you remark internally as your gaze drops to observe the stylists’ pick of the day.

For the upcoming scene, you’ve been instructed to squeeze into a tight, baby pink shirt that stretches obscenely over your bust like something straight out of a frat boy’s wet dream. Inwardly, you congratulate yourself for hitting the gym religiously because your clothes—or lack thereof—put everything on display. The cotton material of your shirt is so thin, you’re surprised the stitches haven’t popped out, while the denim bottoms you sport are so tiny that you could hardly qualify them as shorts. Although—you suppose that there isn’t any use debating over semantics. It’s not as if they’ll stay on long enough for it to matter.

The scenario that you’ll be acting out today is pretty straight-forward. You stop by the parlor to cash in a voucher gifted by a generous and thoughtful friend. Hoseok, who plays the role of an erotic masseuse, gives you a deep tissue body massage worthy of a five star review on Yelp.

Director Ryu is extremely proud of the pitch. His spectacles glint as he pushes them up the bridge of his long nose.

“We’re gonna call it My Bare Lady. Haha, get it?” He gloats. “It’ll be different from our last shoot - the both of you aren’t supposed to be acquainted with each other at all. In fact, there won’t be any romance. We’re aiming for something new because as artists, it’s our duty to reinvent ourselves every day. Complacency is the enemy of creativity.”

At the mention of Hoseok, your gaze flits over in his direction.

His brown hair, two shades lighter than the last time you’d run into him, is swept to the side, giving him a professional and tidy appearance. He’s swapped his workout attire for beige scrub pants and a matching shirt. The color compliments the glow of his tan and the cut of the uniform is flattering to his figure. Diretor Ryu’s speech continues despite your wavering focus.

“—visual stimulation. That’s why one shouldn’t underestimate the proper use of props. A believable setting sets the tone for the rest of the scene. If you don’t believe the role you’ve been given, then why should the audience?”

“Mhm,” you nod here and there but you’ve long stopped paying attention to his one-sided speech.

Your eyes linger on Hoseok’s arms and the dimples that appear every time he laughs. You’re not the only one who stares. A small group of admirers flock to him like bees swarming around a rare and exotic flower.

You’d noticed it before but today confirms it; Hoseok’s presence is riveting. It’s not the first time today your gaze has strayed his way. More than once, you find your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame only to quickly avert your gaze whenever your eyes meet. Each time, the right side of his mouth quirks into a half-smile, the beginning of a question forming on his lips.

It’s embarrassing to be caught red-handed gawking but, in your defense, you aren’t the only one who ogles him—and many of them are far less discreet than you try to be, some gazes curious, others downright lecherous.

It bothers you. What exactly do you and everyone else find so fascinating about his character? He’s good-looking, sure—but you’re no stranger to handsome and pretty co-stars with nicely shaped dicks. You can’t put a finger on what sets him apart from the rest.

The gaffer comes over and momentarily interrupts the flow of Director Ryu’s monologue with a personal inquiry. Thank God. You use the opportunity to slip away, grateful that someone has put an end to your misery. As thankful as you are to the director for the career opportunity, you could do without his long-winded speeches that never seem to end.  

“Hey, Hoseok.”

His smile widens, the corners dimpling the moment he spots you. “Hey! It’s been a while. Who would’ve thought we’d get to work again so soon, huh?”

“I didn’t think our last movie would do so well, honestly.”

Without its success, who knows what kind of movie you’d be participating in right now? Another re-hashed version of ‘BABYSITTER GETS CREAMED’ type scenario, most probably.

“I guess that’s a testament to your acting skills, right?”

You smile back, sheepish but nevertheless pleased. It always feels nice to be complimented, especially on days like today when you’re feeling less confident than usual.

“You changed up your hair.”

“Yeah! I thought I needed a change.” He threads his fingers through his locks self-consciously. “It looks fine, right?”

“It does!” you agree with an enthusiastic nod.

Jimin, who had insisted to be present on set today, hovers on the edge of your periphery. In the back of your mind you know he means well—that his presence is meant to be a source of support and security. On a typical day, you’re relieved that someone you trust is close by in case the situation escalates. While you’ve never had any horrific experiences, there have been the occasional uncomfortable encounters behind the scenes. Thankfully, Seokjin or Jimin have always stepped in before whichever entitled asshat could get too handsy.

But for the first time, his presence doesn’t comfort you the way it usually does.

Your smile becomes stiff.

The last thing you want is for Jimin to misunderstand the situation... Despite his claims of not having any problems with you shooting again with Hoseok, you can’t forget the stony expression on your boyfriend’s face as he had stared your co-star down, his grip around your waist strong and possessive.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok inquires, noticing your change in attitude. Worry creases his brow. He takes a step forward as if to check up on you.

“I’m okay!” You wave your hands around in the air, if only to maintain the distance separating your figures.

Despite your energetic reassurances, Hoseok looks unconvinced. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing in concern.

You wrack your head for an acceptable excuse. “Maybe I have pre-performance jitters? It’s nothing serious, though!”

It’s not too far from the truth, either. You feel more nervous than usual... Maybe because you’re aware that today’s shoot will most likely make or break your career. If the results prove to be disappointing, you don’t want to imagine what that means for your future.

You shake your head, refusing to accept any talks of early retirement.

But what other choice will you have, your inner voice argues. If no one is interested in viewing your works, no production company will want to book you for their movies. Even if you’re able to shoot half a dozen films after this failed attempt, the interest and support from viewers and higher-ups will soon dry up.

Hoseok’s features soften.

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but if my opinion means anything... I think you’re really amazing.” His deep brown eyes reflect sincerity. “I haven’t had this much fun performing with anyone before and it’s not just ‘cos you’re fucking hot.” He laughs to cover up his embarrassment. “Maybe it’s a bit of a reach to compare the two, but porn is a bit like dancing in a way. There’s a choreography to follow, a certain rhythm and mood you have to get into. But the most important part is the chemistry and trust between you and your partner. And you - when I perform with you, it doesn’t feel like I’m acting at all. Not many people have that ability. For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty special.”

“T-thanks,” you stutter in reply, taken aback by his candor. “I appreciate that.”

You’re not the only one caught off-guard by Hoseok’s frankness. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles to fill up the momentary lapse in conversation. A bashful smile inches its way across his face, but surprisingly he doesn’t break eye contact.

You quickly change subjects, unwilling to acknowledge the slight fluttering in your stomach.

“...So, you dance?”

It’s not the smoothest transition, but Hoseok’s face instantly lights up.

“Yes! I mean,” he pauses and clears his throat. “Not professionally. I minored in dance. But it’s something I definitely enjoy, you know, to blow off some steam. Ah, wait a sec—”

He takes out his phone to show you short video clips of his dancing. He pulls up his instagram account and scrolls through an eclectic mix of mirror selfies showcasing his bold fashion choices, dog pics, and videos of him working out and dancing.

“Here’s a recent one.”

You don’t know much about dance but in spite of your little knowledge in the subject, your eyes stay transfixed on the screen in front of you. “Whoa...”

The way he moves is enthralling, for lack of a better word. You know from experience that his body is flexible and agile, lithe and strong, but seeing it in action like this leaves you speechless, momentarily robbed of coherency. You can’t even describe it. His execution of the choreography is sharp and powerful, yet his body doesn’t look rigid. On the contrary, his movements are surprisingly fluid and he never misses a single beat. You watch in astonishment as he pushes himself off of his knees after bending backwards in one fell swoop.

“Eh? Is it even possible to move your body that way?” Surely if you try to mimic him, you’ll look like a flailing chicken. “That can’t be safe...”

Hoseok laughs at your shocked expression. “It takes a lot of practice. You should come to a workshop one day! My friend teaches beginners. He’d be glad if you could join. The more the merrier, right? You don’t need to know any of the basics... And if you’re worried about people poking fun—don’t. Dancing isn’t a competition or anything.”

“I dunno.” You hand him back his phone after watching the video loop back for a second time. “I think my back would crack if I attempted any of that.”

“I think you would do really well! You’re pretty flexible and I don’t think you need to worry about stamina. Your core muscles are also really well developed. Based on what I’ve seen, you have a good sense of balance and beat awareness, so even if you’ve never danced before, you have the body and disposition for it.”

“Well... I guess I—”

“Hey.” Jimin interrupts, plump lips curved into a polite smile. You try not to let your surprise show; you hadn’t even noticed him approaching. He kisses your cheek and slides his hand into yours, clasping it between his own. “Sorry to interrupt, doll. Seokjin wanted to have a word with you before the shoot.”

“Oh.” You blink, your eyes darting back and forth between Jimin and Hoseok. “Um...if you don’t mind?”

“That’s straight,” Hoseok steps back, shoving his hands down his pockets. He shoots you a tentative smile. “I’ll catch you later.”

You feel bad for ditching him mid-conversation after he’d been so nice, but you know how annoying your agent can get when ignored for too long.

Jimin’s fingers tighten around yours. When you look up, he’s pouting, his lips pursed and brows drawn together.

“Is something on your mind?”

You can see the hesitation flicker across his face. When he finally meets your gaze, his expression is troubled.

“It’s nothing...” He looks away again and the grip he has on your hand loosens.

“Hm.” You swallow down any further inquiries, worried you’ll upset him.

“What was that about, anyway?” he asks casually, trying his best to look uninterested. “You and Hoseok look like you’re getting along well.”

“Yeah.” The memory of your previous conversation makes you smile softly despite yourself. “He’s a nice guy.”

“I can imagine.” Jimin mutters under his breath. Before you have time to question him again, he straightens his spine, his features twisting into an apologetic expression. “Look, I gotta help setting up the cameras. I’ll see you after the shoot.”

“Ah... Alright.” You fight to keep the disappointment of your face. Since you only have a few minutes before filming begins, you’d been hoping to spend it with him.

As if reading your mind, Jimin leans in and kisses you, his plush lips soft and familiar against your own. You expect him to pull away after a few seconds but his left hand slots itself behind your neck, bringing you in closer to deepen the kiss. His other hand angles your head to the side, giving him more access, and he doesn’t waste any time before brushing his tongue against the roof of your mouth.

You respond to the kiss as if on auto-pilot, but your thoughts are all jumbled in your head. Jimin’s always been a good kisser but he’s rarely kissed you quite like this. His style is more of a slow-burn, the kind that slowly creeps up on you and leaves your whole body numb with pleasure. Every press of his lips feels like a silent prayer of worship and each swipe of his tongue tastes like adoration. You like that he takes his time, like you’re not just a quick meal to curb his hunger but a delicacy worthy of being savored.

Right now, this kiss feels unfamiliar. Urgency replaces devotion. Perhaps it’s because he’s short on time, but his touch is hurried and sloppy. He bites your lower lip, hard enough for it to hurt, and licks into your mouth when you mewl out a gasp of surprise.

“I wish I could just mark you up,” he pants against your parted lips. They feel tender when you smack them closed.

“The makeup artist is going to strangle you for messing up my lipstick.” You fake a scowl. You’re not half-wrong, though. Once she sees how swollen they’ve become she’s bound to take out her frustration on the closest available victim. “If you marked me for real, she’d probably kill you. Don’t tempt her.”

He chuckles and pulls back, letting his hands fall to his side. His eyes dart to somewhere behind your shoulder, his smile curving into a smirk.

“You’re right.” He sighs, looking back at you. “But that’s easier said than done. You’re hard to resist... Anyone would agree.”

Something dark clouds his eyes but whatever it is, it’s gone in the next blink.

You laugh, pleased nonetheless by his flattery. “Didn’t you say you had to help set up? You’re going to end up in trouble because of me…”

Jimin snorts but backs up all the same. “Don’t worry about me. Besides, you’re worth getting in trouble for.”

Someone behind you gags dramatically. “Absolutely sickening.”

When you whirl around, your agent shoots you a disgusted glare. “I was wondering what was taking you so long but I should’ve known you two were out here fabricating babies. Have you no shame?”

“I’ll see you after the shoot!” Jimin says quickly, eager to get away from Seokjin and his sharp tongue.

“See you.” You smile sweetly, ignoring Seokjin’s grumbling. You feel a pang of jealousy as you watch him scurry out of sight. If only you could avoid Seokjin’s pre-performance motivational speeches...

“Anyways.” Seokjin looks noticeably less irritated once Jimin is gone. “I wanted to check up on you before filming could begin. How’s your ass doing?”

You don’t bother hiding your grimace. “Squeaky clean and stretched.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He sounds proud. “Don’t make that face. It’s your first anal scene after all. Doesn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”

By ‘be prepared’ he means following a strict diet prior to shooting, waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get a colonic, stretching out your asshole for a good thirty minutes using a fuck ton of lube, and constantly rehydrating yourself throughout the day to the point where you’d gone to the bathroom more times than you could count on one hand.

You’re never this thorough with prep before having anal but apparently that’s the difference between fucking in the privacy of your own home and on camera.

“There’s a reason why cleanliness is one of the fundamentals of anal sex, especially when shooting porn. It’s a pain...in the ass...but this way, no one sees something they’d rather not see,” had explained Seokjin after giving you a non-exhaustive list of detailed steps to follow. You suppose there’s logic behind his reasoning. Due to the magic of 4k-quality videos, viewers can now easily see everything, down to the sweat droplets dotting your hairline and any makeup-covered skin imperfections, so you don’t want to imagine what they’ll notice once the camera zooms in on your back entrance.

“Eventually you’ll get used to squeezing water out your bum on the regular.” He shrugs. “You’ll also start to avoid certain foods on your own. The dietary restrictions aren’t that bad, all things considered, and your body will thank you for eating more spinach than you’re used to. Greens are good for your health even if they taste like yuck.”

Athough his suggestions are well-intended, you don’t need another 25 minute speech on all the know-hows of filming anal sex. The first time had been more than enough.

“Thanks for the advice!” you interject right as he opens his mouth to continue his counseling. “That reminds me I need to get this butt plug out of my ass before we start shooting.”

Seokjin sighs. “That would be preferable, yes.”

He doesn’t need to know that you’ve taken out the butt plug in the bathroom half an hour ago. Any excuse will do, as long as you’re spared from listening to his passionate discourse on the benefits of high-fibre food diets and his long list of enema tutorial video recommendations.

The fussing, you think, is unnecessary. You’re not worried about the upcoming sex scene, even if it will be the first time someone other than your partner sees you in that position. No, what troubles you is the possibility of the audience growing tired of seeing you onscreen now that they’ve witnessed you take it up the ass. Boredom is the reason why so many of your peers are forced to end their careers prematurely, after all. Why else is Seokjin so adamant about you pacing yourself and not filming everything there is to film right off the bat? You’ve always held off shooting anal, double penetration and the likes, for that very reason. Although you have no qualms with the act itself, you’re worried that you’re now one step closer to retirement.

The thoughts sit on your shoulders like a heavy weight as you get ready for the scene to come. You listen to Director Ryu’s instructions as he describes the scenario’s key points, your character’s motives, and what sex positions you should include before the scene comes to an end.

“The rest is up to you,” he says with an encouraging nod. “I want the words to come from the heart! Let yourself be a vessel, a way for your character to express their innermost desires.”

“Leave it up to us.” Hoseok’s smile radiates confidence.

“I like your enthusiasm!” Director Ryu approves, clapping his hands together. He misses the way his two leading actors exchange exasperated glances over his shoulder. “Good, then we’re all set? Remember where the cameras are positioned, please, or else we’ll have to reshoot to get the right angles.”

“Got it.” You nod, eager to get this show on the road. Between him and Seokjin, your ears are about to fall off from the incessant chattering. Even the camera men are starting to grow restless.

Speaking of... You meet Jimin’s gaze, the sides of your mouth upturning the moment you spot him. As usual, he looks slightly out of place standing between the other crew members, his white, ironed dress shirt neatly tucked into his black pants providing a stark contrast with his co-workers’ unkempt appearance.  

Jimin mirrors your smile and your shoulders immediately relax. A lot of people may not understand why you’d allow your boyfriend on set while you’re fucking someone else, but his presence brings you a strange sense of comfort that’s hard to put into words.

The sound of your name being called pulls you from your line of thought.

“Can you scoot over to the right? Just a little.” Director Ryu orders while glancing at the monitor. “Yes, that’s much better. And can we fix the lighting, please? My shadow’s getting picked up by the camera.”

Now that the start of the shoot is right around the corner, your stomach cramps up with a nervous kind of anticipation. Your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth and even when you swallow, the unpleasant feeling doesn’t go away.

You clasp your hands together in your lap to hide the minute trembling of your fingers. It’s strange, you think. Ever since you started working with Hoseok, you always get too wrapped in your thoughts. Not necessarily in a bad way, at least not all the time, but --

“You all good?” Hoseok asks, low enough that the mics won’t be able to pick up his questioning. “Do you need some water?”

You shake your head. “I’m good, thanks.”

He hesitates but doesn’t push. “I just wanna run this with you one last time. I know we already signed the consent forms but I’d feel better talking with you about the scene directly.”

“Oh.” You remember he’d done something similar last time, too. “Sure.”

“Anal aside, are you okay with the use of degrading names during the scene?” His eyes never leave yours, like he wants you to know how serious he is.

“I’m okay with you calling me a whore.” Your shoulders loosen up. It’s easy to relax when you’re on familiar territory. Working in this industry requires complete transparency. There’s no shame in discussing your kinks just like there’s no shame in admitting the acts you’re not comfortable performing. “As long as I can call you a slut.”

“That’s fine.” His lips quirk up, but not in a mocking or dismissing way. “I don’t really have any hard limits myself, except for what you’ve already seen on paper. Degradation is fine with me. Call my dick tiny all you want, I won’t take it to heart.”

You laugh, forgetting to keep the volume down. “I’ll keep that in mind…”

“So degradation is fine. Is humiliation okay as well? Situational and verbal?”

“I like that.” You bite your lower lip as you remember your encounter with Min Yoongi a month or so ago, how turned on you’d been from his words alone. “I’ll admit I haven’t dabbled too much in BDSM on the porn scene, but I enjoyed what I’ve done so far.”

“That’s good to know.” He raises his brow. “Ever since we received the pitch for today’s movie I’ve been trying to think of ways to make it, uh, more interesting. So to speak. But I didn’t want to take any initiatives if they made you uncomfortable. Oh, also I meant to ask if there was anything you wanted to include in the scene aside from anal sex.”

Somehow you’re not surprised he’s put thought into this. Last time you’d worked with him, he’d been overflowing with suggestions as well. Maybe because the previous filming formats aren’t as flexible, but it’s not often you meet someone so willing to exchange ideas before filming.

The change is more than welcome. For the first time, it feels like your opinion actually matters. The two of you quietly go back and forth discussing different possibilities while the filming crew finish setting up the set the way Director Ryu wants it.

“Alright,” Ryu calls, settling into the director’s chair. Somewhere in the background, the gaffer wipes off his brow. “Everyone ready to rooooollll?”

Hoseok takes a few steps back and reaches for a nearby clipboard.

Miraculously, you note distantly, the swarming of butterflies in your stomach is now gone. Your palms are no longer clammy and cold with perspiration. When you swallow, there’s no lump of nerves stuck in your throat.

Hoseok sends an encouraging smile your way right before Director Ryu yells “ACTION!” and he schools his features into a more polite, appropriate expression.

He doesn’t speak up right away, just walks over to where you’re sitting on the massage table in a leisurely manner. You open your mouth to fill the silence but he beats you to it.

“Welcome to Happy Ending Clinic, where we ensure every client leaves feeling 100% satisfied. We guarantee high quality services personally adapted to suit the needs of our every client,” Hoseok says in lieu of greeting, the lilt in his voice smooth and practiced, like he’s used to repeating this introduction multiple times throughout the day. “My name is J-Hope and today you will be in my care.”

“Nice to meet you.” You’re careful to keep your back ramrod straight, hoping the stiffness in your body will be picked up by the cameras.

The role you’re playing today is more reserved and awkward than the usual unabashed and bold characters you’re used to acting. And while it’s not your first time pretending to be coy and shy for the cameras, such behavior isn’t second nature.

His smile, whilst professional, radiates warmth. You suppose it’s meant to be reassuring.

“I will do my best to make this session unforgettable.”  

His gaze sweeps over the clipboard sitting in his hands.

“Hmmm... ______, is it?” When you nod in affirmation, he continues. “It says here it’s your first time visiting our establishment.”

You’re surprised at how naturally he adapts to the role he’s been assigned to. The words that roll off his tongue sound like his own.

“Yes... Honestly, I - I didn’t think it was necessary, but my friend insisted - I mean, she recommended I visit this place...said it would do me some good.”

You wring your hands in your lap. You’re lucky the character you’re playing today is supposed to be a little shy and rigid. Otherwise, you’re not sure Director Ryu would have let your awkward stuttering slide.

“That’s not a problem.” The lines of Hoseok’s mouth bend into a reassuring smile. “Let’s see... It says you’ve booked an hour-long session?”

“Yep.”

“Then with your permission, I’d like to take fifteen supplementary minutes to find out which massage course is best suited for a novice like you. It’ll be free of charge, of course.”

You nod, eager to get the show on the road. Given your character’s disposition, maybe you should have pretended to mull over the proposal for a few seconds more - if only for appearance’s sake - but you’re tired of all this talking. Impatience gets the best of you.

“Oh! Yes, that sounds fine.”

He pulls out several colorful mock pamphlets and hands them over for you to peruse their contents. You try not to let your astonishment show.

It’s the first time you’ve seen a prop team this devoted to their task. Although the insides of the brochures remain blank, you still can’t believe someone actually took the time to print out fake brochure covers. You appreciate the effort, even if the covers do look like they’ve been made by someone who’s looking to major in ‘graphic design is my passion.’

You hold one up at random and pretend to read through it, hoping that whoever will watch the movie later will ignore the ugly block font that spells out ‘NAUGHTY MASSAGE : FOUR HANDS EDITION.’

“Inside, you’ll find a detailed explanation on the various vegan, cruelty-free products we use. All of our treatments are oil-based and you can choose the scent of your choice. If your skin is particularly sensitive, we have essential oil-infused body butters that work just as effectively and leave the skin silky smooth to the touch. Depending on your skin type, you might be interested in testing—” He takes out several jars all while explaining the different health benefits of ylang ylang essential oil.

Once again, you’re caught off guard by his convincing performance. Even though you’ve been given several pointers by the director before filming, Hoseok is the one who ultimately calls the shots. Inwardly, you wonder how he manages to come up with such original lines on the spot. Despite not being a professional actor, Hoseok’s intuitive choices are beyond your expectations.  

The thoroughness of his explanation makes your head spin. Cruelty-free products? Body butter? You have no way of knowing whether his statements are fabricated for the sake of the vague storyline - but you suppose the credibility of his words doesn’t really matter in the end. It’s the small details he sprinkles here and there that help you immerse in the scene.  

His proficiency in acting makes all of your worries melt away. It’s hard to believe he’s only a rookie, just starting off his career, and not an acting veteran with dozens of movies under his belt.

Not wanting to be entirely overshadowed by your co-star, you furrow your eyebrows, determination set into your features.

“I’m sorry... I’ve never done this before. They all look the same to me.”

“Ah.” Still, Hoseok’s smile stays amiable and professional. “Well, let’s go about it this way - why do you think your friend insisted you visit our establishment?”

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, your gaze dropping to the floor in order to avert his probing stare. “I - um. I haven’t had - I mean, I guess I’ve been stressed lately. More pent up than usual. I’ve tried exercising and meditating and mas- uh...well everything, honestly. But nothing seems to work. I’m snappy all the time and...frustrated.”

Today, the character you’re playing is a bit more bashful, too timid to voice her desires into spoken words. “It’s all about the tension! The build-up!” Director’s Ryu’s voice echoes in your mind as a reminder.

“I see,” Hoseok nods, taking your comments into consideration. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of your sleep?”

“A five...” you say after a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t wake up during the night, but it takes me a long time to fall asleep.”

“Do you feel any pain anywhere?”

“Pain? No, not really.” You roll your shoulders back, conscious of the way your perky chest juts out, nipples prominent through the cheap fabric. “My neck does feel sore from time to time but I think it’s because I work an office job. They say staying hunched over in front of a computer all day is bad for your health.”

His gaze roams your figure, quietly assessing. “It is.”

“May I?” he asks, taking a tentative step closer. “I think I’ll need to gauge your level of sensitivity for myself. We’ll adjust the intensity of the massage depending on how much pressure you can withstand and how your body reacts to different types of stimuli.”

Your brows lift. “Oh. Sure, why not.”

“Move back a little. A bit more.” You obey his instructions without second thoughts. “That’s perfect, thank you.”

Your legs dangle awkwardly over the edge of the massage table. You can probably close them if you wanted to, but you don’t miss an opportunity to expose yourself in front of the cameras. The shorts you’re wearing are more like tiny scraps of denim put together with the help of a few stitches. You’re certain that if someone were to really look, they’d see the outline of your pussy lips.

Hoseok walks around the table to stand behind you. The sensation is somewhat familiar—right away, you’re reminded of the first encounter with Hoseok, the one where he’d wrapped his arms around you and whispered words of love into your ear. You close your eyes and let the images flash by in quick succession. The memories all come rushing in at once—an artist’s lips painting your skin like a brush would canvas, a potter’s agile fingers molding your body from clay, a lyricist’s tongue composing sonnets into your weeping, open cunt. Your body remembers it all.

When he finally touches you, his hands radiate warmth the shadow of his memory does not.

A shudder runs down your spine.

Oblivious to your inner thoughts, Hoseok carefully gathers your hair into a ponytail and moves it out of the way. His mobility no longer restricted, he lets his slender digits travel down the slope of your neck, the pads of his fingers digging into the meat of your shoulders.

“You’re unusually tense here.” Concern colors his voice as he increases the pressure.

Suddenly the discomfort you’re to convey to the audience is no longer feigned. “Ow!”

The wince that mars your face is authentic. You try to wiggle out of his grasp to relieve the sharp ache in your shoulders. Hoseok’s grip is strong, however, and he keeps you exactly where he thinks you ought to be.

“Hmm...”

He massages your arms one by one. The circular movements he traces across your skin are a lot more gentle this time around, and you allow yourself to slowly relax under his touch. He manipulates your body like one would a rag doll, pulling your arm over your head.

“Can you reach behind, towards your neck? How about a little lower? You should feel a stretch here.” He taps at an arm muscle.

“Yeah… I can definitely feel it.”

You suspect that Hoseok’s stunt as a Pilates instructor is what’s helping him sound so experienced and natural.

“Good.” He lets out a pleased hum. “Hold the position for as long as you can.”

His hands reach around your body to squeeze your perky breasts. You gasp at the rather rough way he handles your tits. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been told to forgo a bra, but you’re much more conscious of his every action - from the way his fingers splay out, cupping the fullness of your breasts between them, to the way he kneads your mounds with his entire palm as he gropes you from behind.

“How often do you masturbate?” he asks in an almost offhand manner, his tone is more clinical than casual. The question is crude and direct enough to distract you from the way his fingers encircle your nipples through the cotton fabric of your shirt.

You recall Ryu’s earlier directions: unlike your first movie together, this tryst is not romantic in nature. The scenario that you’re acting out this time doesn’t involve sweet kisses and whispered declarations of love. Feelings aren’t on the table.

You pretend like the bitter taste you swallow down isn’t disappointment.

“Um.” You struggle to remember the initial question. Luckily, your mental buffering comes off as bashful and true to the character you’re playing. “I, uh, I guess masturbate often?”

“But it isn’t enough, is it?”

His question comes off as slightly patronizing. Before you can formulate a suitable answer, Hoseok’s fingers tweak your hardened nipples and your back bows under the pressure. You oscillate between the desire to thrust your chest out in offering, and the pressing need to flee the sharp sensations his skilled hands provoke.

“I - um!” You squirm helplessly as he continues playing with your breasts. “It isn’t!”

“Just as I thought.” He pinches both of your nipples and pulls at them until you cry out in half-pain, half-pleasure. The thin material of your shirt doesn’t dull the ache; if anything, the cotton scratches your skin, rubbing the nubs raw.

Despite your very visible discomfort, Hoseok doesn’t let go. You can only sit there obediently while he has his fun, knowing that if you wiggle too much it’ll only worsen the pain.

“Ah!”

Only then does he release them. You fight against the urge to cover your sore nipples. Your flimsy shirt hadn’t provided any protection against his rough onslaught, none at all.

“You’re quite sensitive,” he observes, giving your breasts one last squeeze.

Finished with his appraisal, he steps away and picks his clipboard up. He makes his way around the massage table, coming back into view, and scribbles something onto the paper with a ballpoint pen. He looks so absorbed in his work that you almost fall for the act.  

You worry your bottom lip, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. Without a bra, your hardened nipples are clearly visible through the thin shirt. They jut out in a distracting way; Hoseok’s eyes drop down for a split-second in appreciation before flickering back to the clipboard in his hands.

“Your body is wound up. It’s tense in places it shouldn’t be.”

“Is that...a bad thing?”

“No. Your case is not abnormal.” He shakes his head and offers you a reassuring smile. “Although... Hm. When was the last time you achieved an an orgasm?”

You look away, mumbling your answer in an embarrassed voice. “Last night.”

More scribbling. He taps the end of the pen against his chin, pretending to be lost in thought.

His eyes glint when he asks, “How many times did you cum?”

It’s not real - none of this is - and yet you can feel warmth spreading from your cheeks down to your chest. It’s a strange sensation, stuck somewhere between humiliation and arousal, and it makes your entire body heat up from the inside out.

“Just - Just once…”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes snap towards his on command. He looks relaxed, unbothered, like he’s discussing the weather forecast and not your masturbation habits. You want to look away but something in his stare pins you in place.

“You’re telling me the truth, right?”

“Yes! I’m not - I wouldn’t lie.”

“Good.” He smiles pleasantly, nodding to himself. “So. You came once. Did you use your fingers? Or, perhaps, a toy?”

He’s still staring at you, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while you confess your sins. Your thighs clench together and you struggle to focus on the conversation at hand.

“F-fingers.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you imagine Hoseok’s fingers replacing your imaginary ones. They’d fill you up nicely, too. Compared to your own, they’re longer, capable of reaching places yours can’t. All you’d have to do is hook your arms under your knees and keep your legs spread wide open. He doesn’t even need to take your clothes off; he could pull the seam of your shorts and underwear to the side and fuck you just like that. “I only used my fingers.”

He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t quite believe you. Somehow, that makes the fire between your legs burn hotter. It’s like - he knows you’re too cockhungry to settle for just fingers. And if a mere stranger can tell how desperate you are to get fucked, what about the rest?

“Interesting.” Hoseok’s eyes darken by the minute. “And do you prefer clitoral stimulation to penetration?”

“I-” You pause and struggle to formulate your response. Your ears feel hot. In fact - your entire face feels like it’s on fire.

The embarrassment you feel doesn’t make sense - you’ve never had any qualms discussing sex. You can talk candidly about any topic for hours on end, from the condom brands you prefer to advice on how to maintain a rash-free pussy, to the point where some people might think you’re over-sharing or being too crass. Discussing intimate topics shouldn’t be a problem.

It’s not even a real dialogue anyway, so why do you -

“Yes?” Hoseok leans forward, interrupting your train of thought. The corner of his mouth is upturned, like he can’t help but be amused by your discomfiture.

“I like, um.” You close your eyes, hoping that it’ll somehow make the admission easier. It doesn’t. The darkness makes you feel even more exposed, like all your secrets are laid bare for him to see. Your voice quivers when you answer. “I - I touch - I mean, sometimes I’ll - my fingers aren’t long enough. So just rubbing the outside is - fine.”

“Ah. You like being stuffed full, I take it?” Hoseok’s vulgar vocabulary makes your eyes snap open in shock. He smirks, not expecting you to answer. “Poor girl.”

You shake your head, your reply dying in your throat. With every word he utters, your thoughts become fuzzy, muddled.

“What did you imagine last night while you were getting off? A stranger fucking your face? Big men taking turns using your cunt? Tell me. In detail, preferably.”

“I don’t see how-” The sharp look in his eyes makes you swallow down any protest. Still. You can’t get your mouth to work correctly and you look back at him helplessly.

“Is there a reason why you can’t tell me?” He tilts his head to the side, the smirk on his face growing, canines flashing. “Oh. I see.”

You flinch, your face impossibly hot.

“Were you thinking of today’s session?” He chuckles, delighted. “That’s quite naughty of you. Although, I can’t blame you, can I? We are known to deliver the best orgasma. It’s only natural to imagine what would happen.”

That’s right, you think. You’d spent all night fantasizing about a faceless, nameless stranger’s hands all over your naked body. How long had it been since you’d felt someone’s touch? Their tongue buried deep in your cunt, fucking you until your thighs trembled? Even your best dildo couldn’t hold a candle to a hot-blooded, throbbing cock.

Hoseok taps the pen against the clipboard, the staccato sound filling the silence.

“One last question.” He makes sure he has your undivided attention before continuing. “No need to look so worried. I won’t ask you what lewd thoughts you get off to, although maybe in future sessions I’ll expect that of you.”

You don’t linger on the implication there - that you’ll undoubtedly come back for seconds - and nod your assent for him to go on.

“Did you cum hard while thinking of getting fucked by me today?”

You inhale sharply, struggling to hold his stare. “I… The sheets were so wet afterwards, I had to change them.”

“I see.” He jots something down on his clipboard but his reaction doesn’t give anything away. Nervously, you pull on a loose string hanging from the hem of your short. “Hm…”

After a few seconds of silence he speaks up again, done with his assessment.

“Well, normally for first timers such as yourself we’d recommend starting with a more soothing body massage. But I think in your case a more thorough massage is needed. It’s not a cause for concern!” He adds quickly, as if to assuage any growing fears. “But in my professional opinion, I think the massage I have in mind for you might be more beneficial than the beginner level massage.”

“Um, what does this massage entail exactly?”

“We call it the full treatment. In other words - it’s a deep tissue penetration massage,” Hoseok explains calmly. “It includes an internal massage. We’ll use a variety of methods but rest assured - all techniques are tried and tested! You’ll be in safe hands.”

You pretend to mull it over.

Hoseok waits for your nod of confirmation before instructing, “There are towels at your disposal.” He motions to the pile of fluffy white towels folded neatly on the bench. “Feel free to use them. While you change into a...less restricting outfit, I’ll go retrieve the rest of the massage equipment. See you in a bit!”

And with that he’s gone. The privacy he grants you is, of course, just an illusion. Even without looking in their direction, you know that the cameras’ lenses are all focused on you, waiting to capture the impending striptease. You’d forgotten about them but Hoseok’s absence reminds you of their presence.

Per Director Ryu’s earlier instructions, you make a show of taking off your clothes. Teasing the camera comes naturally to you thanks to your prior experience as a cam girl; you know exactly which angles are the most flattering and which ones, on the other hand, emphasize your flaws.

Your back arches as you peel off your shirt, drawing attention to the swell of your breasts and the curve of your waist. Not long after do you shimmy out of your shorts, exaggerating the swing of your hips for the audience’s viewing pleasure. You try not to show your surprise when the dampness of your crotch sticks to your folds as you pull them down your legs - you hadn’t expected how much a simple tit massage and few exchanged words would rile you up.

The denim pools around your ankles and when you bend over to retrieve the useless item of clothing, you’re acutely aware of how your wet, waxed pussy peeks out from between your thighs. You stay in position, giving the camera ample time to zoom in, and while the stretch isn’t painful (thanks to your yoga lessons!), it is a rather awkward position to maintain.

Once you straighten up, you take a few seconds to fold up the shirt and itty bitty shorts before setting them aside. Normally, you’d leave your discarded clothing strewn about but you can’t imagine your character behaving in such an uncouth way.

With that thought in mind, you wrap yourself with a short towel. Rather than covering your intimate bits, it’s so short that it emphasizes your nakedness. When you go to sit on the massage table, the towel rides up, leaving you exposed and you have to fold your hands in your lap to preserve a semblance of modesty.

It’s easy to convey nervousness while you wait for Hoseok’s return. While you’ve never attended any drama school, you have watched plenty enough Netflix dramas to know which physical cues are more or less effective - constant fidgeting, shifty eyes, audible gulping. Since it’s your first time putting your knowledge into practice, you’re not certain how convincing your acting is, but hey, isn’t it the effort that counts? You’re not here to audition for the starring role in Hollywood’s next summer blockbuster, after all.

Hoseok knocks twice before entering, stopping your self-depreciation in its tracks. He’s abandoned the earlier clipboard for a large, nondescript, white cardboard box that rattles with every step he takes. It sounds more ominous than it actually is.

If Director Ryu is truly aiming for realism, he wouldn’t make Hoseok carry back the items in a fucking box, you think privately. Who even does that? Although you suppose realism isn’t the be-all end-all, no matter how much the director insists. Sometimes viewers like to be metaphorically edged and endlessly teased, and all this guessing only adds to the build-up, making the climax more than worth it. They could, of course, fast-forward to get to the juicy sex scenes, the crux of the matter, but you’d like to believe all this extra effort is worth it.

You blink curiously back at Hoseok, feigning ignorance.

“Oh good.” He beams in your direction, his eyes drinking in your scantily-clad figure. “Now that you’re more comfortable, please lie down for me.”

He sets the box to the side, opens the lid, and takes out a bottle of oil while you settle down on your stomach and carefully rearrange your towel so that it covers your bum.

“I’ve chosen bergamot essential oil for today’s massage. It’s a nice, citrus-like scent that’s not too overwhelming because it’s been mixed in with sweet almond oil. Its many virtues include, but are not limited to, increasing the body’s energy flow and enhancing feelings of joy and freshness.”

“That sounds lovely.” You sigh dreamily. Getting massaged and getting dicked down in one go? Hell yeah. That one is a no-brainer for sure.

There’s a shadow of a smirk on Hoseok’s face when he rounds on you, like he’s somehow privy to your thoughts. That, or your eagerness is too transparent. You’re betting on the latter.

His voice lowers an octave, the low timber making shivers run down your back.

“Shall we begin?”

He moves your hair to the side, leaving your neck and back exposed. He then pulls down your towel so that it uncovers the expanse of your back and covers more of your bottom half instead.

“Is this alright?” he inquires. As if testing the waters, his fingers trace down the line of your spine, stopping right before your lower back dips into a curve.

You moan your assent. “More than.”

Hoseok takes the bottle of oil and drizzles its contents over your skin like a painter splattering ink onto a blank canvas. He spreads the lubricant all over your back, rubbing your skin in circular motions until you’re coated with it. You let out a few pleased sounds here and there that are not entirely faked or exaggerated. He definitely knows what he’s doing with his hands.

Honestly, you feel sorry towards your co-star who’s stuck doing most of the work while you’re splayed out like a starfish. It feels a bit unfair that you’re getting paid more than him when he’s the one putting in most of the effort. Had you any shame, you’d give him half of your pay for his services. Alas.

“Tell me if it hurts anywhere,” he warns, not unkindly.

Your back stiffens. You expect Hoseok to replicate the rough treatment he’d inflicted to your breasts, but contrary to your expectations, he kneads your body gently, almost tenderly. The contrast between this touch and his earlier ministrations messes with your head. When his hands outline your flank, his fingers prodding the sides of your breasts, you swallow a hopeful sigh as you wait for him to envelop your soft mounds and roll your sensitive nipples between his skilled fingers.

Betrayal brews in your gut when he fails to indulge your fantasies. You’re tempted to grab his wrist and guide his hand to where you need it the most but you miraculously hold yourself back. Since the scene doesn’t call for that much impatience and desperation on your part, you’d hate to be the reason why Director Ryu asks for a re-take.

Thankfully, he soon puts you out of your misery. Hoseok retreats, done teasing the sides of your breasts for the time being. You’re not sure it’s relief or disappointment that swims in your lower belly, but Hoseok doesn’t give you time to dwell on the question. Almost as soon as he retracts his hands from your back, he redirects his attention to your legs. His hands, warm and slick from the oil, glide over the back of your calves and thighs with ease. His thumbs rub circular shapes into your flesh as he slowly works his way up, the pleasant sensations leaving your whole body boneless.

“You loosen up well.”

Hoseok’s fingers skirt the hem of the towel. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he toys with the fabric.

“Will you open up for me, pretty? You look tense right here.” He flips the towel up, revealing your bare lower half. He wastes no time before gripping the meat of your ass cheeks, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He spreads your cheeks apart, cool air blowing against your exposed holes, and lets them jiggle back into place after giving the camera ample time to capture the view. “Hm. Looks like you haven’t been properly stretched out in a long time... We’ll fix that today.”

Bolts of pleasure run through your body. The whole situation is ludicrous and yet, for whatever reason you cannot pinpoint, moisture gathers between your thighs with every passing second, adding to the mess dripping from your folds.

“Um, like this?” You part your legs open slightly, as if unsure. In situations like these, the biggest challenge is to act diffident and coy when all you want is for your co-star to blow your back out.

He tsks, the sound sharp and reproving. It goes straight to your core and makes your belly clench with unspeakable need.

“How am I supposed to fuck your holes open in that position?” He has the audacity to sound impatient. “Work with me here.”

He grabs your ankles and separates them himself, ignoring your yelp of surprise. Unaccustomed to the stretch, the muscles in your thighs strain with the effort to hold the position.

A whine slips out your mouth. He’s so mean.

While you expect Hoseok to act somewhat distant and objective because of the role he’s playing, his fluctuating behavior gives you nothing but whiplash. One moment he’s cordial and friendly, the epitome of what a  professional should be, the next he’s treating you like you’re his plaything, not his client.

His grip around your ankles is firm and unyielding. He’s got you spread impossibly wide, your legs dangling dangerously off the edge of the table with your waxed holes exposed for inspection.

“That’s good, just like that.” His hands let go of your ankles when he’s sure you won’t move from the position he’s steered you into. He strokes up your legs, the touch feather-light and fleeting. “Keep your legs spread wide. I want to see your cute little holes on display.”

His crude remarks make your body flush with heat.

Even if this is the sort of place that offers sexual gratification, Hoseok’s wording toes several lines. As his client, he should be focused on giving you pleasure, so why do his comments make it sound like you’re here for his entertainment instead?

Despite your character being fully aware of what type of establishment she’s visiting, you reckon Hoseok’s words are enough to make her squirm in embarrassment. There’s something filthy about the way he orders you around and bends you to his will. Even you’re not indifferent to the impersonal way he handles your body like a doll. Flickers of arousal lick up your spine, and with your legs extended so far apart, it’s not difficult for Hoseok to notice how much you’re wound up.

The position is far from proper. Hot streaks of humiliation burn through you when you imagine how easy and slutty you must seem to whoever is watching. You don’t dare move from the pose he’s maneuvered you into, not because you’re scared of the consequences, but because his presence demands obedience. Even without explicitly saying so, he’s made it clear that for the next hour or so, you’re his to toy with.

“Good girl. You open up so nicely.” Hoseok purrs, satisfied with your compliance. “Now let me see what I’m working with here.”

He swipes his index finger through your glossy folds, the action forcing you to stifle a startled gasp. It’s nothing like the erotic oil massage you’d experienced minutes prior. The touch is inquisitive, clinical, assessing. Like he’s testing out a new product before purchase.

You want to stay still but you’re so wound up from his incessant teasing. The slightest caress makes the hairs on the back of your nape stand straight. Hoseok is all too aware of this fact. The tip of his pointer finger comes in contact with your clit, the touch more delicate than a feather's caress. Hoseok watches with thinly veiled amusement as you jerk against the table.

“You really are sensitive,” he all but coos. “What a treat. Don’t need any oil when you’re leaking all over the table like a faucet. How long has it been since someone touched you here, hm?”

The teasing lilt in his voice borders on condescending. Heat simmers under the surface of your skin as you struggle to collect your thoughts.

“Eight months,” you squeak just as two of his fingers dip into your slicked up entrance.

“No wonder you’re all worked up.” He slides his digits right up to the knuckle, the glide so easy it’s embarrassing. “Needy holes like yours should be used more often.”

He fucks his fingers into your pussy one, two, three times, before pulling away, chuckling under his breath when your hips push back, greedy and desperate for more. Using the same hand he’d used to test out your cunt Hoseok slaps your ass once, the sharp sting making you still at once.

The damp mark on your ass is a testament to how fucking soaked you are. You can’t imagine what kind of mess the cameras are picking up on - but maybe you don’t have to.

Hoseok wipes his fingers off on you, using you to clean himself off. Although you can’t see anything because of the way you’re laying down, everything feels wet and filthy. He rubs your own juices onto your skin, reminding you of the intensity of your need.

And just when you don’t think his mouth can get any filthier, he proves you wrong.

“I can tell you haven’t been stretched recently,” he sighs, almost disappointed. “You’re just gagging for a pounding, aren’t you? It’s a shame your fuck-hole is too tight to take a big cock or I would have given it to you right away.”

Your lower body clenches as his words wash over you.

The idea sounds downright delicious. Hoseok is right. Even if it’s just for the sake of the storyline, there’s nothing more you want right now than a good, hard fucking. It would take him less than ten seconds for him to pull his hard cock out from his scrubs and make a home for himself between your thighs. Images flash through your mind of Hoseok’s hands on your breasts, in your hair, around your throat. You want him to cover you, smother you, as he forces you down against the table and takes his fill. You want his lips on your skin, hot and possessive, as he uses you like the cocksleeve he needs you to be.

God, you want that. You want to be used hard, to be fucked full until you break. You need this - your character needs this.

You whimper, high-pitched and needy. “Please. Please, I want it. I want - I want your cock.”

“I’m sure you do.” Hoseok all but scoffs. “Why don’t you just sit still and relax for me? I’m going to massage you until you’re nice and loose, alright? First-timers like you could get hurt if they’re not prepped properly but I’ll get you ready, don’t worry. By the end of this, you’ll be able to take big cocks in all your holes like a pro.”

“Shit.”

You bite back a moan, startled at how much you’re turned on.

Porn dialogue is rarely arousing. You’re the first to tune out your partner whenever they talk for longer than a minute. It’s because you hear the same exact shitty lines repeated so often that you’re half-convinced there’s a porn acting for dummies handbook being circulated around.

Although… Maybe if Hoseok’s lines had been delivered by someone else, they wouldn’t have the same effect on you. That’s the difference, you think to yourself. Hoseok’s delivery. The cockiness that infuses his every word, the way he confidently carries himself… He does it all so convincingly - nothing like the wooden and awkward memorized performances you’ve witnessed from fellow actors.

While you’re lost in thought, Hoseok rummages inside the cardboard box. Without his touch or words to distract you, it’s harder to ignore the building arousal between your legs. As the seconds tick by, your shameful desire only worsens.

Before you can crane your neck or voice your confusion, Hoseok returns, humming under his breath.

“We’re gonna try a different massage technique now. This method will help with lubrication,” he explains evenly. “I’ll use a special vibrating tool that will massage hard to reach areas.”

“Um…” You swallow, blinking rapidly. “Okay.”

“It’s not as scary as it sounds. We’ll start off slow and I’ll gradually up the intensity once I deem you ready for the next stage. How does that sound?”

A click, followed by a low buzzing, fills the room.

You gasp when the vibrating object comes in contact with the back of your knee. Hoseok’s free hand settles on your leg - a nonverbal reminder to keep your legs wide open for him as well as the cameras.

“See? Nice and easy. Nothing to be scared of.”

He rotates the tool in slow, even circles. You force yourself to relax and accept the foreign massage, disregarding how strange it feels to have small vibrations travel up and down your leg. After a few minutes of him repeating the same motions on your other leg, he slowly makes his way up your thighs, the rounded tip of the tool dangerously close to your drenched pussy.

A pleading whine reverberates in your chest. The electric whirring of the vibrator is not enough to soothe the burning between your thighs. If anything, it makes it worse. You need more, you think urgently.

Hoseok moves to the side of the table so that the cameras can get an unobstructed view of your clenching hole. It’s the first time you’ve seen his face since he made you lie down. From his voice alone, it’s impossible to tell how affected he is. More than once you’d caught yourself wondering… Does he like what he sees? Is he enjoying himself?

A dark streak of satisfaction crosses over you when you notice the hunger in his gaze, his pupils blown so wide his brown eyes look black. Drool pools in your mouth when you spot the sizable tent in his scrubs.

The fact that you’re at the perfect height to suck his dick doesn’t slip by you. He could flip you over onto your back, your head hanging off the table, and use your mouth to his heart’s content. You whimper at the thought of him fucking your face, your mouth reduced to a fleshlight for him to get off. You could probably cum like that - his cock buried deep in your throat, his fingers pressed against the side of your neck to you struggle around his length, while his other hand reaches down to grab at your breast, using it as an anchor to fuck into you harder.

“Shit, you’re really making a mess of my work table.”

Hoseok’s gaze is trained between your legs. He wets his lips and adjusts his hold on the vibrator. The sudden movement changes the angle, positioning the tool right over your dripping entrance, closer than ever to your swollen clit. The vibrations suddenly feel louder and stronger than before. If this keeps up, you reckon that it won’t be long before you’re hurtling towards the edge of a precipice.

A moan slips past your parted lips, loud and wanton. Embarrassed by the sheer need that colors your voice, you quickly shut your mouth closed, hoping that your desperation goes by unnoticed.

Hoseok chuckles, the sound sharp and mean. He comments on your obscene behavior, how you’re acting so slutty it’s a wonder you’d kept this side of you locked away for this long without people suspecting your love for cock. Every word infiltrates your mind, leaves no corners untainted, until all you can think and breathe and smell is him.

“Over the years, I’ve seen a lot of sluts parade in here and pay for my time,” he says, his dulcet tone making the degradation sweeter. You hang onto each and every word, letting yourself fall deeper into a haze of arousal and submission. “But it’s been a while since someone like you showed up. Just look at this… Your little fuck-hole can’t even take a bit of teasing without getting me dirty.”

The buzzing between your thighs switches back and forth between strong pulses and rapid, little vibrations. You keen, shaking from head to toe in pleasure. Your thighs are wet, sticky with your juices, and your clit is hard and aching for attention.

You don’t even want to know what state your sopping pussy is in. Every time your body jerks and trembles, you feel the pool of arousal that’s gathered underneath you. It’s - embarrassing. That you’re this soaked and close to cumming when he hasn’t even touched your clit or fucked you with his cock.  

In the midst of your pleasure-induced haze, your eyes meet his. The lines of his face are drawn into a smug expression, his gaze smoldering. Embers of arousal light up his dark eyes, and you can only stare back at him, clit throbbing, as he ups the intensity of the vibrations.

“Fuck! Oh God, oh I’m-” Your legs thrash, hips lifting off the table in an effort to escape the shocks of pleasure zapping throughout your body. Mercifully - or not, depending on how you looked at it - Hoseok brought the vibrations down a few settings, until the whirring had quieted down to a low thrum.

“Feeling good, huh?” The grin he sends your way is positively wicked. “I think you’re ready to take more.”

More? you think weakly. Any more and you’ll explode, like popcorn kernels in a microwave.

For a second you think he’ll bring the vibrator up to your clit. Maybe even slide the long, phallic-shaped vibrator inside your pussy so that it’ll stretch you out like he’d promised. What you don’t expect is for him to bring it down to your other hole, the powerful vibrations rattling you to the core.

Your surprised gasp is so loud, not even the buzzing of the toy drowns it out. Hoseok places his available hand on your left hip and pins you to the table, the gentle weight keeping you steady.

“That’s right,” he soothes, voice smooth like silk. It sounds patronizing, almost like he’s calming down a dog startled by thunder or explaining right from wrong to a small child.

“Um.” You let trepidation inch its way into your voice. “You - what are you doing? That’s not - that’s dirty.”

“What is?”

“My,” you pause, humiliation coiling tightly around your spine. Hoseok presses the toy harder around your rim, its coat of arousal making the tip slide over your sensitive skin. You’re tempted not to answer but you know Hoseok wants you to voice the dirty words. “My asshole. It’s - dirty. Please - I… I don’t think you should touch it. It’s not right.”

You mumble the end of your sentence like you’re embarrassed to say such a scandalous thing out loud.

Hoseok laughs, sounding both mocking and endeared. “Oh, sweetheart. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m going to loosen up all your holes. Because that’s what you’ve always wanted deep down, isn’t it? To service cock. Even if it means letting me play with this dirty hole of yours.”

The vibrations intensify with the click of a button. Your whole body spasms, limbs flailing pathetically as the sensations run down your back all the way to the tip of your toes.

You bite down a whimper. How does he know? How can he tell? All you want right now is a nice, hard cock buried inside of you - and at this point you don’t care which orifice he sticks in it. You’re just so - empty. So empty it physically aches.

Hoseok dials down the intensity of the vibrator and with his free hand, squeezes a copious amount of oil onto the toy, slicking it up.

Surprisingly he doesn’t bother prepping you with his fingers before easing the toy into your back entrance. From your position, you can’t tell if Director Ryu signaled to hurry things along or if his own impatience played a part. Either way, your sharp intake of breath is genuine.

You try your best to relax your muscles but the toy is thicker than expected, its sides bumpy and ribbed. Even though you’d stretched yourself out beforehand with a sizable dildo, the girth of the toy still makes your breath hitch. Your bottom lip hurts as you scrape your teeth over it.

“Relax for me. That’s it.” Hoseok whispers soft words of encouragement. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Finally, after what seems like light years, the toy is fully inserted, only the base of it peeking out from between your parted cheeks. You feel full, deliciously so. It’s only now with the weight of the toy inside of you that you realize how much you’d missed being stuffed to the brim.

“There you go.” Hoseok smacks your right ass cheek hard enough for the sting to go straight to your clit. “How does that feel?”

“Full.” You smack your lips together. Eloquence is not your strongest suit in the present moment and your lack of coherency only humiliates you further. It’s like he’s rendered you cock-dumb. Reduced you to a lust-driven creature that only has dick on the brain. “I feel good.”

“Of course you’d enjoy that.” The cockiness in his voice is undeniable, like he’s drunk off the power he has over you. “Needy sluts like you only care about getting filled up, huh?”

It sounds like a rhetorical question but you answer it anyway, just in case he wanted an answer.

“Yes! I’m a needy slut. Please - could you…?” You wriggle your hips, trying to entice him into action. The rocking motion jostles the toy nestled inside of you, causing you to choke out a moan. “Hng! Use my pussy this time, please?”

Hoseok clucks his tongue and slaps your ass again to keep you still. It moves the lodged vibrator, knocking it against a spot inside of you that makes you gush. Your pussy clenches up in an imitation of an orgasm - but you know from experience that you haven’t cum just yet.

Fuck. You’re so fucked and he hasn’t even given you his cock.

Your head thumps down against the table as you take in deep, steadying breaths. You can’t think straight; every thought seems clouded by a dense smog of lust. Your body feels like a live wire, all your nerve endings crackling with electricity. How much more can you endure before you shatter beyond repair?

Hoseok takes pity on you. “The vibrating massage should have helped your muscles relax. Your tight cunt should be able to fit this in by now.”

He slides another silicone toy into your pussy, this one wider and longer than the first. Your hands grapple for purchase as your body accommodates both toys, one in each hole. You’re so wet that there’s no resistance despite its impressive size and you suck in a breath as Hoseok keeps pushing it in, inch by interminable inch.

If you thought you felt full before, it’s nothing compared to how stretched you feel now. The wall separating the two toys is stretched thin and when you tense your abdomen, you can feel both of them nudge against one another. Your stomach feels - bloated. As if there’s a bulge where the toys are nestled deep inside of you.

It’s quite frankly obscene.

You’ve never felt more turned on.

“Whoa.” He grips both of your legs and widens them even further, displaying your stuffed holes for the cameras. “Your hungry cunt ate up my biggest dildo like it was nothing.”

The fact that he admitted it was a dildo - and not some vibrating tool - just adds to your mortification.

“Okay. Two holes down, one to go.”

He releases his hold on your legs and raises a brow at you. The smirk is back on his face and that, paired with the ravenous look in his eyes, makes you want to run and hide. He looks like he’s two seconds away from devouring you whole for dinner. “Why don’t you turn around for me? It wouldn’t be a full body massage if I didn’t rub down the other side, right?”

His chuckle spurs you into action. It’s not that you’re not embarrassed by the idea of baring yourself completely for him like some sort of cult offering, but the need to get dicked down trumps all.

Your mind feels fuzzy and your body sluggish. There’s a fire inside of you that not even double penetration has managed to extinguish and it roars to life as you manœuvre into the position he’s ordered you to get into. The toys jostle inside of you, reminding you of the depraved lengths you’d go to because you’re starving for cock.

He’s right about you, you think as you settle onto your back. You’re a needy slut. All you want is for your holes to be filled. And when they’re empty, your body aches with the need to fill them back up again. Toys will do but they’re a poor substitute for what you really want.

Thankfully, Hoseok’s own patience is running out. You’ve barely gotten into a comfortable position when he’s fishing out his cock from his scrubs, not even bothering to remove his clothes.

Drool pools into your mouth at the sight. He’s just as long as you remembered him to be. Not too thick or veiny, but prettily flushed and glistening with translucent precum. How long has he been hard? The erection looks painful. Distantly, you’re comforted by the knowledge that you haven’t been the only one suffering from this prolonged foreplay. God is fair, you rejoice internally. 

Your mouth opens of its own accord and your tongue lolls out, hungry.

Hoseok doesn’t comment on your pathetic state -  a testament to how worked up he probably is. He guides his cock into your waiting mouth with barely repressed urgency.

His cock is heavy on your tongue, the perfect weight. He pushes in until he can’t go any further, the position you’re in giving him better access to your throat. You fucking love it.

When you swallow around his length, he hisses between his teeth. “Shit.”

He gives you little time to adjust. As soon as he’s certain you can take it, he starts to thrust his hips. His cock drags across the rough surface of your tongue as it’s pushed and pulled out of your mouth at a rapid pace. Each thrust of his hips makes you gag, drool running down the sides of your face, and the obscene sounds of your choking echo in your ears.

The rough treatment should revolt you, make you squirm or shy away, but you’ve never felt more alive. Your mind feels pleasantly blank - like your sole purpose in life is to be a glorified cum bucket, a receptacle for his cock and cum. Even when he buries himself all the way to the hilt, so far down your throat it feels like he’s reached your stomach, you’re eager for more. Logically speaking you don’t even know if you can handle more, don’t have the mental faculty to figure out if more is physically possible, but your body knows that it’ll never be sated, not fully, not until he cums inside you.

“Greedy girl,” he rasps between heavy breaths. “Look at you… I’ve plugged up three of your holes but you’re still gagging for it, aren’t you? Filthy slut.”

His words are meant to degrade and humiliate you. Instead of disgust, you can hear the admiration ring in his voice. His awe satisfies you and you hollow your cheeks, suctioning around his girth just to hear him curse under his breath. You live for the way his hips stutter and how his deep breathing is interspersed by the occasional grunt or moan. It feels good to know that you’re bringing him pleasure, that your hole is satisfactory.

Hoseok reaches over your body and grabs something from the discarded cardboard box you can’t see. You soon find out what it is though - the oil is drizzled over your torso and chest, liquid spilling down the sides of your body. He throws the bottle to the side, more interested in spreading the lubricant over your tits until they’re slick and shiny.

It soon becomes clear that he’s abandoned his earlier massage techniques in favor of a more rushed treatment. Gone is the slow build-up. He rubs your breasts, grabbing and squeezing them like stress balls, and pinches your hard nipples tightly between his fingers, pulling them out until your back arches.

The next time he slams his erect length into your mouth, your breasts bounce from the force of the thrust. Hoseok’s eyes remain transfixed on the lewd way your breasts jiggle; because he keeps your nipples clamped tightly between his fingers, your tits have no other choice but to swing around every time he rocks his hips back and forth.

Every time you gag and choke on his cock, tears prickling your eyes, you feel the fire between your legs grow stronger. Shame and arousal course through you, your head dizzy with lust. You can’t move, can’t scream, all of your moans of pleasure muffled by the cock buried in your throat.

He laughs derisively, pulling out after a particularly hard thrust. A string of saliva connects your mouth to his cock and your eyes zero in on it, finding it impossible to look away.

“You slut.”

He makes a disapproving noise low in his throat before slapping you across the face with his cock.

It doesn’t hurt anywhere as much as a real slap but it’s so unexpected you gasp, your jaw throbbing in pain. The imprint of his cock is wet and dirty against your cheek. He keeps his cock hanging a few centimeters above your face. It taunts you, beckons you closer. The seam of your mouth stays wide open, your appetite evidently knowing no limits.  

“Heh. You’re really something… Never seen a whore so cock-hungry in my life. And trust me when I say I’ve seen plenty.” He sneers, walking away.

For a long second, you fear he’s gone and left you high and dry and that the scene will end like that. Except - no. He’s positioned himself at the other side of the massage table. You shudder as you realize that can only mean one thing : he’s going to grant you the fucking your body craves. 

Hoseok’s lips twitch into a knowing half-smile. He grips his stiff cock in one hand, the length of it soaked with your spit and precum.

You gulp, suddenly intimidated. Perhaps it’s the angle, but he looks taller than you remember him to be, bigger, his shoulders slightly broader. His cock looks more imposing, too. Despite just having choked on it, it’s long; his hand sits loosely at the base of his cock, leaving a few good inches poking out of his fist. Your mouth goes dry, your insatiable hunger reawakened. 

The impatience marring your features is probably disgustingly obvious because Hoseok makes another comment about how desperate and pathetic you look once you’re deprived of cock.

Using his left hand, he slowly removes the toy from your ass. The slide is painful because you’re clenching so hard down on it, unwilling for your hole to become empty once again.

A whimper escapes your parted lips. Hoseok laughs at the betrayed look that crosses your face at the loss of the thick dildo.

“So fuckin’ greedy.” He slaps your entrance with his cock, his grin wolfish as you wail in reply. “Stay still if you want my cock.”

Immediately you freeze, taking his words to heart. Deep down, you know that he won’t be that cruel but you’re so exhausted from the never-ending teasing, that you’re not willing to take any chances.

Hoseok holds up one of your legs and pushes it over his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He breaches your ass, both of you moaning as his cock works its way inside of you. It’s a tight fit; you can feel his cock bump into the vibrating dildo in your pussy, the feeling overwhelming you. He grunts, fingertips bruising your skin as he hold back from cumming too quickly. 

His hips work up a steady rhythm, the both of you already so close to finishing. You know that a lesser man would have cum ages ago, but Hoseok troops on, eyebrows creased in concentration. He looks - hot. Ridiculously hot, even in that dumb fake masseuse uniform.

His once perfectly combed hair is now disheveled, strands of hair falling over his eyes and dripping brow. There’s something about all of it - the wild glint in his eyes, the rough way he’s fucking you, the domineering aura that he exudes - that makes you absolutely lose it.

You clench up on his cock without warning, your insides squeezing around him even more tightly because of the toy still lodged in your dripping cunt. The orgasm rips through you, fast and hard, leaving your thighs soaking. Hoseok fucks you through it, his cock relentless, drawing your pleasure out until your body goes limp. 

It’s the kind of orgasm that on a normal day you could only hope to achieve.

Except Hoseok doesn’t stop to let you rest or take a breather. He brings your other leg over his shoulder, testing the limits of your flexibility, and uses the new angle to plow into you with renewed force.

“Ah - ah fuck wait!” You cry out, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations traveling through your body. “Oh my God, oh shit! You’re so fucking deep, ah!”

Hoseok chooses that moment to turn on the vibrating dildo. He doesn’t even start at the lowest setting, sets it straight to one of the higher level ones, and your whole body jumps. Both of you moan as the toy comes to life. The vibrations rattle your insides - and that, coupled with the fat cock that’s splitting you open relentlessly, threaten to rearrange your insides.

Arousal builds again quickly inside of you, pulsing steadily alongside your heartbeat.

You feel so fucking full you think it’s possible you’ll burst. Before, when you had both toys buried inside of you, the stretch and the fullness had been pleasant. You had even been able to tune it out for the most part once you���d got used to it.

But with the way Hoseok is now fucking into you with reckless abandon, it’s impossible not to be reminded of how stuffed your holes are. Every thrust of his cock in your ass bumps against the vibrator, pushing it harder against your bundle of nerves. 

“I knew the minute I saw you,” he growls, his pace punishing. “No bra, pussy ripe for the picking. Whores like you could never be satisfied with the beginner massage. No, I knew exactly what you needed.”

He adjusts his grip on your ankles and the change in angle keeps the vibrator pressed directly the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

“Fuck! Oh God, there there! Please, keep going. It’s so good. Fuck me!” You chant, out of your mind with pleasure.Your words are raw, unrefined, and in any other circumstance, you’d laugh at how ridiculous you sound.

“You’re so fucking loud,” he hisses between grunts of pleasure. “Why don’t you go ahead and cum for me. Make yourself useful and tighten up this hole of yours so I can feel good.”

He reaches down between your legs and fiddles with the switch.

You scream. Your eyes roll back and your entire body locks up. Intense pleasure that you’ve never experienced before thunders through your body. If your previous orgasm was like a building wave crashing to the shore at long last, this one is a fucking tornado determined to rip you to pieces.

Maybe you might’ve passed out. You don’t know. But when you regain consciousness, Hoseok’s cock is pulsing jet after jet of hot cum inside of your pussy. You feel it spurt inside of you, coating your already slick walls with his essence. 

He pulls out quickly so that the camera can zoom in on the way the cum oozes out of you in thick globs. Instinctively you clench your walls to keep more from leaking out, but it only pushes more of the mess out, painting your inner thighs white.

When you glance up at him you notice his shirt is soaked. There’s a huge dark spot that starts from his chest to his pants. He doesn’t seem to mind the stain.

“You came so hard you passed out,” he informs you while tucking his spent cock back inside his scrubs. “I came inside of you while you were out of it but I figured you wouldn’t mind. That’s what you came here for, right?”

The smile he shoots your way looks more like a smirk. You bite your lip. He must’ve taken out the dildo - or it might’ve gotten pushed out during your orgasm, you don’t know - and you feel your holes gape a little after being stretched and used for so long. You’re tempted to snap your legs shut but you know the cameras need to record your debauchery.

“I’ll let you change. You can meet me out front to schedule your next appointment. Hm let’s see… Considering how well you reacted during this session I think we’ll have to take more, hm, drastic measures next time. I’m curious to see how far your greedy cunt is able to stretch with enough incentive. I’m positive that with you anything is possible. We’ll try fitting two cocks insides for starters and maybe - ah. I’m getting carried away.” He chuckles. “Anyways, meet me at the counter in ten minutes and we can go over the details then.”

“I…” You wet your lips. “I’d like that.”

A silence ensues and for a second you think your acting was bad or you’d said the wrong thing.

“CUT! And that, my friends, is what you call art!” yells Director Ryu, clapping his hands like a seal.

You breathe out a sigh of relief and sit up despite your muscles protesting loudly. God, your ass feels sore. Hoseok had really done a number on you.

“Hey, are you all good?” He asks, drawing closer to you in concern. He must have seen your grimace.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. It’s just - it was kind of intense. In a good way! I’ll probably be sore later but that’s because I’m not used to these kind of scenes yet.”

“You were really hot. I couldn’t tell this was your first anal scene at all.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Really.” Hoseok sighs dreamily. “I think I saw Jesus when I came.”

“What?” You bring a hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter. “It was a good nut, I take it?”

“The best.” He looks over at you, dimples on his cheek as he returns your smile. “I blacked out for a second and went to heaven.”

You bask in the afterglow for a few minutes longer than you usually would. Hoseok makes no move to leave either, even if logic dictates that you’re both better off washing up instead of letting the mixture of sweat, cum, and oil dry on your skin. You know from experience that it’s hard as fuck to clean up once it hardens - not to mention it stinks.

“Babe!”

You’re roused from your peaceful state of mind as your boyfriend approaches. He’s smiling but one side of his mouth looks stiff. He hands you a towel, eyes trailing down your figure, and suddenly you feel self-conscious. You hurriedly wrap the fluffy material around you, eager to hide the cum still dripping out of your swollen cunt and the red marks littered over your body from Hoseok’s rough treatment.

It’s not - you’re not ashamed. You never are. It’s just - you don’t want to hurt Jimin. Even if it does come with the job, it can’t be easy for him to see his girlfriend getting fucked by someone else.

“That was so good! You did great. The camera really loves you. I can’t wait to see how the final cut turns out,” Jimin compliments and you preen despite yourself, conditioned to suck up praise. “Are you hungry?”

Just on cue your stomach lets out a grumble.

Jimin’s eyes crease into crescents as he smiles. “I knew it. You’re always famished after a scene. It’s a good thing I booked a reservation at our favorite restaurant, right?”

You nod, thankful yet again that you have such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend. “I’m famished now that you mention it.”

Hoseok observes the exchange silently and his presence makes you embarrassed for some reason. Maybe not embarrassed but - something. You can’t put a name to the emotion.

“Um, I’ll see you around?” You say as you gather to your feet. Jimin is instantly by your side, his hand wrapping around yours tightly. “It was nice working with you again! Thank you for your hard work.”

Hoseok’s lips quirk into a half-smile. He’s still eyeing the both of you in a strange, intense kind of way and the scrutiny makes you fidgety. You try not to make your desire to flee the scene too transparent.

“It’s always a pleasure. I look forward to working with you again.”

The words he utters are tactful and diplomatic - nothing like the carefree familiarity he’d showcased minutes prior. You don’t blame him, given the circumstances.

You shoot him an apologetic look as you turn away to leave. To your relief, Hoseok doesn’t appear dejected or offended. Just - curious, maybe? Pensive? Like he’s in the middle of solving a complicated and intricate puzzle and that puzzle involves you.

The idea scares you. Mostly because you yourself don’t know what he’ll find.

As soon as you’ve rounded the corner, Jimin excuses himself. “I have to finish helping the guys. There’s still some equipment to put away. But we’ll meet out in the back like last time?”

“Sure.”

He kisses your cheek and scampers away.

Seokjin is waiting for you in the next room over. He’s holding a water bottle, your favorite silk robe, and a dark chocolate energy bar. You’re so sweaty that it feels silly to wear the robe but you shrug it on anyway, knowing that Jimin will feel better if you’re not parading around the set naked.

Your stomach rumbles loudly and it’s only then that you realize the extent of how fucking hungry you are. Non-stop sex sure is tiring, you note while ripping open the energy bar with your teeth. Seokjin calls you a savage under his breath but those types of comments are so commonplace that it’s easy to tune him out.

“God, I could kiss you right now,” you say after swallowing down a mouthful of granola. After eating spinach exclusively for the past three days, the sweetness on your tongue tastes like a slice of heaven.

“Not with that mouth, you won’t.” Seokjin narrows his eyes. “I know where it’s been.”

Still high from your mind-shattering orgasm, you giggle and pretend to kiss him just to watch him squirm. It’s not until much later, after you’d washed up as best you could with the help of baby wipes, that you check your phone. You respond to a text or two before finally checking your social media page out of habit more so than anything else.

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(2) new notifications

JHOPE94 has followed you!

JHOPE94 has mentioned you in their story.

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It’s the same account Hoseok had shown you earlier in the day. You follow him without much thought, grinning to yourself when you read his bio “hope on streets and in the sheets ;)”, and click on his Instagram story.

You’re surprised to learn he’s one of those people who uploads multiple pictures about just about anything - his Starbucks’ coffee cup with JAY written in black sharpie, several mirror selfies, a snapshot of his shoes, pictures of the film crew setting up the scene. You click through the pictures, a little flummoxed by the random collage, and pause when you get to the picture you’d been tagged in.

It’s you. Squinting, you realize that he must have taken the candid picture in passing. You’re sitting in the hair and makeup chair, the makeup artist applying a layer of gloss on your lips. The row of lights that border all around the vanity mirror give your figure a halo spotlight effect.

JHOPE94 : not in heaven but i saw an angel today :))

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#once again the italics did not transfer over but i rlly can’t be bothered at this point ;; #i am so happy this is done but also nervous agshsisjskss #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts #hoseok #also as usual I did not proof the last 4k bc I speed wrote the last bit in one go #believe me when i say i cannot look at this draft any longer !

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second part of that long ask from ur swf anon :)

after the main dancer was chosen for each class, they would complete the choreo and decide formations for their performances. one of the benefits of the main dancer was that they were always center. they also had the benefit of wearing more embellished clothing to stand out (most noticeable in x class, where rian the main dancer was wearing orange while everyone else was wearing green). here is the full list (mnet truly has the WORST camera angles, so i only included the full cam ver of the performances):

1. assistant class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF2evLz98h4&ab_channel=MnetTV

2. leader class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srjJzRVVmxc&ab_channel=CHANNIECHANNEL

the judges shared that even though no:ze was the main dancer/in the center/had the most shiny outfit, they didn't really see her. all the other dancers, in their opinion, stood out and overpowered her.

3. sub class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mY_3E7W8v30&ab_channel=CHANNIECHANNEL

4. x class (i'm not sure what this class was called): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fC-_8fbn_s4&ab_channel=Whatthejess

judges shared that lip j was the stand out of this class. she's the girl on the far left at 0:36. (it was originally her choreo but rian was chosen as the main dancer so that's why she is credited.)

*i only included comments that were stand outs.

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i'm not sure how much creative input the main dancers were given regarding stage design... they didn't show it in the episode so i'm assuming that mnet just told them to show up and perform (because like, the rainbow thing they shot at the end of the leader's performance seemed so random? it didn't match what they were doing). after each performance, the main dancers from each class were asked to pick someone who they thought was the worst dancer. in doing so, the person chosen would lose points for their crew.

judges also chose an mvp crew they thought were the best. prowdmon (monika + lip j + others [sorry i don't know their names. the show really only focuses on these two]) was selected and this gave them the advantage of choosing which crews went against each other in ep4. so, it wasn't a random lottery draw! in the episode, they only showed the part where prowdmon chose to go against wayb (context: no:ze, the main dancer from the leader class, chose monika as the worst dancer. and this made her mad so she was like we're going against wayb - no:ze's crew). i'm not sure why they didn't show how the other crews were paired up. because ya, coca n butter + hook is definitely an interesting match.

also like, wayb was eliminated from the show after ep4's mission.

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and it seems like from here on out, there will be a mission each episode to determine who will be eliminated. i'm honestly not too sure. for their next mission, they're doing a mega crew mission and mnet doesn't really explain it; but it seems like each crew is doing a performance on a larger scale (with more members added to their crew). also, like mnet is ass and doesn't upload all the performances onto their channel..... they only upload the ones that were the most popular/had the biggest public reaction which is why i had a hard time finding the clips for the classes mission. hopefully they do from here on out.

another v long post. thank u again for reading and sharing ur thoughts! always love hearing them. (also, pls let me know if i'm oversharing. u mentioned not caring for the competitive nature and drama so i'm not sure if i was adding too much. there really isn't drama imo. mnet tries to do their best to edit and make it seem that way but when u watch the show, the girls truly root for each other and are friends.)

mnet truly has the worst camera angles i hate them so much. also why are they still streaming on a goddamn potato. the quality is SO bad i can barely see anything!! there's a lot of me complaining in this one i'm sorry in advance.

1. assistant class

i have to assume that whoever they chose as the main dancer is the one that stays in centre because i cannot tell from the clothing at all. i don't think she was a standout performer here, but also the camera and the fire effects are WAY too wild to actually get a good grasp on who even was the standout. i also have to assume that the dancers have no say in the design because design is not a big part of street dance and this kind of chaos screams m 'too-much-money-dont-know-how-to-use-it' net. they built this massive set, barely used it, and didn't leave enough room for the proper formation spacing!! ugh. i hope the judges actually got to see a locked off version of this without all that fire in front of the camera because if i were them i would be squinting down the end of my glasses like a grandma at the screen. that's what i was doing anyways but still.

2. leader class

i have to agree, i don't think noze stood out as the main dancer here. and geniunely i cannot tell that they embellished her costume more. like damn, that stylist took a masterclass in subtlety, because i was easily paying more attention to whoever was wearing those massive thigh high cutout garter stockings and woven bodysuit combo. i am assuming that the point of these challenges was probably to be noticed the most so that they can score points and pick who they went up against for the elimination round? i'm not entirely clear but my point remains; ngl i don't really like this method of creating performance because it means that no one is there to create a performance, yanno? troupe/group choreo like this thrives on teamwork to actually make it a good performance. i know it's a pretty classic method of weeding out people for auditions and stuff like that but personally i find it a wholly uncompelling viewing experience, especially when it's a fully produced stage like this. i know everyone very likely gets along behind the scenes but the incohesion of intent is very obvious. also what's up with the assistant class getting a massive set and the leaders getting a bunch of cars and some smoke pyrotechnics? i mean, i am glad they filmed it during the day, but i am confused by the disparity.

3. sub class

i wish i could describe how poorly mnet shot this. it's not a fucking mama stage, it's a dance stage!! we need to see the choreo properly!!!! and together!!! obviously i don't care about stitching together different takes for the final edit but just...not having a continuity at all in the choreo is a bit jarring. again, i am also not sure how one is supposed to evaluate how well these dancers did, because i can barely see what people are doing. or who the main dancers are. i know i'm railing a lot on mnet here but i can't give an accurate reading of the dancers because legitimately it is so hard to tell what's going on. if they want to bill this as a legitimate dance show, why are they shooting it like a kpop performance? the camerawork for kpop serves a specific function: to add to the visual spectacle and to highlight the idols' faces. you don't need either of those things for shoot choreography, so why do we keep getting closeups of dancers' faces? not that these dance videos aren't spectacle-y or fun, because they very much are, but they really suck at their one primary function, which is displaying the choreo.

4. x class

this is definitely the one where the camera work is the closest to what it should be, but then they go and fuck it up by adding rain! just the groundwater would have been fine, but noooo they had to add the extra rain so there would be extra water drops on the lens!! this is my favourite choreo of all four of these, i think there's the most cohesion and (excluding the rain) it's got a good mix of spectacle with the water and the blacklight and the right camera angles to show the choreo mostly well. i still don't understand why they cut in those sections that don't fit with the rest of the flow though. why. you could have one-taked this and it would have looked dope as fuck. i agree that lip j stands out the most, obviously it's her choreo so it's the best suited to her character and abilities.

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if it wasn't a random lottery draw they should at least have the courtesy of showing people why who picked who!! that's the most interesting part! and i'm not that surprised about wayb being eliminated, prowdmon really stomped them into the ground with that revenge energy. i'm interested in this larger scale performances concept, because i'm not really sure what that looks like in this particular context. if they do end up on youtube i will review them! and you're not oversharing at all, the context is fine! i don't mind reading it as information, i just don't like actually watching it with my own eyes. i can't watch that kind of thing in reality tv because it makes me want to sit everyone down like a kindergarden teacher and go "ok, now why are we all yelling?". too many years of tense rehearsal conflict negotiation and i just want to whack everyone upside the head. it's not very cathartic for me lmao. i have no doubt that everyone is friends because dance scenes are small and i'm sure they've all worked together lots, but even just the editing sets off my fight or fight reflexes.

#street woman fighter #swf #swf reviews #yes i did mean fight or fight i have no flight reflex #i only know violence or advanced conflict management #go into theatre they said. costume design is fun they said #little did 18yro me know i was going to be yelling at actors for eating in costume and trying to convince directors out of stupid ideas #for 90% of my working hours #anyways swf anon i'm sorry this is mostly complaining and not really talking about the dancing #i will try to do more of that for the next episode #for a show supposedly about street dance there's not very much street dance? even the battles are kinda wonky #they dont follow the rules very well and theyre skewed waaaaayyyyyy more towards musicality/showmanship than technique #which is the opposite of how battles usually are graded. i know that it's likely because they don't have actual battle judges #(no disrespect to boa. but i don't think being a battle judge has been a career calling for her) #but its still a bit hmmm for me. i know the idols and the connection to the idol industry is probably what's bring in the views but #it is a very different industry than the street dance one #text #answers

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Being comfortable with touchscreen displays (like the Vivint SkyControl Panel) is also a must for a prospective Vivint client. Easy style that mixes quickly with other home design (indoor) and doesn't draw attention or scare visitors (outside) Customizable Packages Mobile phone control (in a lot of cases) Life time Warranty Long agreement (60 months vs.

We will look at elements initially, and then the bundles that bundle them together. Ping Electronic Camera The Ping Cam is a basic video cam and movement detector, accessible from from the Vivint Sky App. It can be put on a rack or counter top, and permits you to keep track of any activity in your home remotely.

Like other Vivint electronic cameras, the Ping Electronic camera also has night vision so you can see recordings of even the darkest rooms. Outside Video Camera Comparable to the Ping Cam, but created for outside installation, Vivint's Outdoor Cam shoots HD video, uses night vision, allows for keeping track of by means of smart device, can tape-record continuous footage, and has quickly offered 20-second video.

You can set notifications for when individuals approach your door, display activity taking place in front of your house day or night (with night vision), and interact with visitors through 2-way talk. Integration with Vivint Sky manages suggests you can lock and open doors with your mobile phone or SkyControl Panel, and Smart Visitor Detection helps determine when individuals are actually approaching so you do not get an alert for each passerby.

The sensing units are all discreet and wireless. Smart Locks Precisely what you might expect from the name, Smart Locks are cordless and digitally managed, enabling you to lock and open doors from another location, either with the SkyControl Panel or your smart device. The locks still use secrets too, and are also fitted with a keypad for code entry.

Garage Door Control This one is quite easy: the innovation integrates with the SkyControl Panel and mobile app so you can open and close your garage door remotely. You can likewise receive informs if you have actually left the garage door open. Vivint Sky App The Vivint Sky App is a method for you to manage your house security through a smartphone.

It's your mobile control board. The Sky App needs the SkyControl Panel. SkyControl Panel A wall-mounted, 7-inch touchscreen display, the SkyControl Panel is the primary control of your Vivint system. The panel is essentially an expanded version of the app on a devoted gadget. You can manage all of your video cameras, monitor video, lock and unlock doors, handle system choices, and so on.

Amazon Echo Another futuristic feature of Vivint systems, the SkyControl Panel can quickly match with an Amazon Echo, a voice-controlled Bluetooth speaker. Matching with Vivint Sky lets you manage your security systems through voice commands. The Smart House Providers are the wifi linked, app and SkyControl managed services that accompany some of Vivint's gadgets.

The alternatives are: Doorbell video HD video recording Remote door gain access to Smart temperature control * Garage door controller Outdoor video * Note: Vivint uses "clever thermostats" for remote temperature level control and tracking, but since it doesn't really fall into their home security classification, we have not included them in the list of devices and systems.

While equipment can be acquired and set up individually, the bundles appear to offer the best performance, and create the most total security systems. Many packages, consisting of personalized alternatives, consist of the SkyControl Panel. The most robust package available, the Smart Complete bundle includes the SkyControl Panel, 1 smoke detector, 3 door and window sensing units, 1 movement detector, 1 yard sign, a 1- terabyte wireless cloud storage drive (for on-site storage of image and video), Vivint's 247 monitoring service, and your option of 3 Smart Home services.

What you could consider the "standard" option, the Smart Protect package includes the SkyControl Panel, 3 door and window sensing units, 1 movement detector, 1 smoke alarm, and 1 backyard indication. The Smart Protect Plan does not consist of any Smart Home services. Vivint enables you to construct custom bundles of devices and services, in addition to include extra cams, services, sensing units, storage, and so on. Among the bigger factors that appears to set Vivint apart from the rest of the security business is the reality that they offer their consumers expert setup, which takes away from some of the headache related to needing to attach the system yourself. Like lots of other companies Vivint supplies 24/7 expert monitoring where the monitoring station supervises your home/business.

If you're not home when an occasion has been activated, the main station will give you a call to inspect to see if it was an incorrect alarm. If no one addresses the phone numbers that were provided to the central station, the expert monitoring station will instantly dispatch emergency situation services. thehub vivint com.

The Vivint Smart Home app permits users to get immediate informs at any time a sensor has been activated. These signals will be sent straight to a user's smart device alerting them that an occasion has taken place. Users of the app will likewise have the ability to inspect sensor history and arm/disarm their systems right from the app.

Consumers who have home automation items connected to their system will be able to control these gadgets and set timers for them all on-the-go. If dining establishments just had one dish on the menu, individuals most likely wouldn't wish to go there. We all like choices. House owners shopping for a house security solution feel the very same method they desire options when it pertains to security devices and services.

Vivint has lots of personalized options they use so that clients can form an individualized home security option. They use a variety of add-on devices that make the system more cohesive. Vivint decided to develop their own control board the SkyControl. The panel has a 7-inch HD touchscreen display that reveals the present status of the security system.

The SkyControl also has an integrated 2-way audio feauture permitting users to directly communicate with their central monitoring station. The panel is cellular with Wi-Fi backup, so it will work even if the internet decreases. The SkyControl Panel is powered by an AC power source and has a backup battery in case the power heads out.

SkyControl Panel Vivint provides wireless, battery-operated door/window sensors that work with a variety of various door and window frames. Given that they're battery-operated you do not have to stress over running wires all over your home. Door/Window Sensing unit Vivint's smoke detector is a battery-operated detector that links wirelessly to the SkyControl Panel.

radius. When the smoke alarm senses extreme heat and smoke it will trigger an audible alarm and send an alert to the users via the app. Smoke Detector Vivint's carbon monoxide gas detector is battery-operated and links to the SkyControl Panel wirelessly. It has an electrochemical sensing unit that finds dangerous levels of carbon monoxide rapidly within a 35-ft.

When unsafe levels of carbon monoxide gas have actually been discovered, an audible alarm is set off and an alert is sent out to the users via the app. Carbon Monoxide Gas Detector Vivint's money-back assurance is a little different than other home security providers. If you get a security system set up within the United States, you have 3 days after the system is set up to cancel service and get your refund.

All seniors that are 70+ have 1 month after installation to cancel to get their cash back. Vivint's cancellation policy is not as flexible as other security business that provide a 30-day trial. If you're seeking to convert your house into a smart house, Vivint offers a variety of home automation devices.

The smart locks permit users to create custom-made user codes, get notifies any time the locks have actually been locked/unlocked, in addition to remotely lock/unlock doors through the app. Vivint doesn't have a great deal of information about the clever locks that they provide on their website but it looks like they offer a push button and touchscreen lock.

By acquiring a garage door controller you can also manage your garage door remotely. This comes in handy in case you ever forget to close the garage door. Vivint does not provide much info on their website about the garage control either so it would be best to call them for more details.

The system is likewise compatible with the Component thermostat and the Phillips Color smart light. These devices can be bought directly through Vivint as well. Another really cool thing Vivint has actually done is that they have made their system compatible with some popular clever house assistants. Consumers can connect their Vivint systems to Google House or Amazon Echo and manage their system by means of voice command.

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utilizing the voice command function. You can also buy these smart home assistants through Vivint. Vivint deals a couple of various choices for security cameras. For outdoor tracking there is the outside video camera this electronic camera has a crisp clear 1080p HD resolution with a diagonal field of vision of 112-degrees. It has actually infrared LED night vision that permits the cam to capture clear images even in the evening.

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About those thighs

Pairing: Kim Hanbin/Song Yunhyeong Rate: T Word Count: 908 Summary: Gapyeong trip made Kim Hanbin realised he liked Song Yunhyeong's legs a bit too much.

Author’s note: 

Sorry for any mistake, this is practically my first attempt on fanfiction and English is not my native language. Every comment and correction appreciated.

I actually inserted myself into Hanbin hehe. Sorry if he’s too OOC.

Yunhyeong’ thighs are so important. Thanks. Bye.

!! DISCLAIMER !! This is a work of fiction, mostly everything came out from imagination. I have no meant to be disrespectful toward the artists.

Hanbin likes Yunhyeong's legs a bit too much.

Gapyeong trip for the last episode of iKONtv brought back THAT feeling back when they were busy with their New Kids matters.

and Yunhyeoung thighs were included in the matters

A couple years has passed without his realisation, the years those jeans, slacks and sweatpants covered them well, until now, that itch inside his chest and the urge to touch those glorious thighs have come back.  

Now he's thinking back to their self-produced music video for Beautiful, the scenes, the props, the costumes; those cute dresses Jinhwan, Bobby, and Donghyuk were in.

Weren't Yunhyeong the only actor.

Weren't he in that blazer and those trousers.

Were he in those dresses, how pretty could those thighs and legs be?

"Hanbin .."

"Hanbin"

"Kim Hanbin!"

He startled, averted his gaze to the direction of the voices. Junhwe and Jinhwan were both looking at him with quizzical look.

The eldest sighed.    

"Come on Hanbin! This is the getaway from your eternal working hour at the studio. Focus on what's in front of you."

"Uh, sure"

Hanbin shot back.

. . . only if they know it's nothing closer to a song or a verse he's thinking about . . .

He took another glance at Yunhyeong's thighs and joined the others listening to Junhwe giving the game instruction.

The game started, they were their competitive selves the way they always had been. Hanbin didn't really feel upset with the time Chanwoo done. Bobby amazed him with his flawless steps, certainly neither him and the maknae, nor Yunhyeong and Donghyuk would win. Bobby was totally in the different level.

Then it's YunDong

They set off with that stupid--, stupidly cute chant. Donghyuk was all whiny while Yunhyeong looked too pleased with himself. Hanbin couldn't help but smile. He didn't think he's too obvious, Junhwe also looked their way.

Donghyuk did great.

but Yunhyeong killed it, Everyone bursted out laughing at his slip. Hanbin tried to keep his resting serious face but he couldn't. He's grinning.

but as he watched those legs in action he felt his smile grew smaller.

practically, he's mouthing a silent 'wow'

How he wish the team would style Yunhyeong in shorts again

His beautiful long legs were so magnetising with every move they performed, the way they flexed, showing off the perfect muscles of inner thigh.

Hanbin swallowed hard, though his mouth was quite dry.

The pumping sounds repetitively echoed in his ears.

The sounds only faded away as the splashing sound replaced them when Yunhyoeng fell back into the water.

"1.41" Junhwe exclaimed.

Was he not blinking for minute and a half?

Yunhyeong finished quite bad, more than 20 seconds slower than the first team. He's now lying on his back with knees folded, panting and muttering. His damp shorts slowly sliding down his raised thighs- thanks to the gravity, more and more of the fine skin displayed.

. . . and Hanbin couldn't really take his eyes off

Maybe it's been 3 minutes without blinking now?

He knew how good those thighs would feel to his hand. He touched it.

Several times.

but he wanted more

This time he promised he'll do more than just teasing rub. His palm will not be the only part in contact.

Maybe those thighs just skin to skin with his sides

or those lean calves on his shoulders.

Jinhwan helped Yunhyeong up, stopping his wild imagination just at the right time.

The day went on well, so as the night. Hanbin helped out the crew clear up the place. He bowed and bowed, giving sincere thank you and goodnight to everyone.

Still, It was discouraging nobody voted for his poem.

The others have left by the time he decided to head back. It didn't took long to his shared room. He stepped in to see Chanwoo splaying on the bed, checking his phone. He heard the shower running but he paid it no mind. He just wanted to lie down for a moment.

couple minutes passed before Hanbin decided to ask.

"Who's in the shower?"

"Yunhyeong-hyung"

The bathroom door slid open a second after. Hanbin quickly grabbed his phone to pretend he's not checking out the older guy.

"Nice reaction" Chanwoo eyed Yunhyeong who chose to dress up just in front of the camera

Hanbin sneaked a glance and wished he hadn't

He didn't think thighs were the only thing he's into now.

"Of course, gotta be ready on cam"

Yunhyeong was not his gym partner but those bare shoulders looked really nice.

Also those pecs

and abs

Should his hands not busy on those thighs he'd try touching these too.

"I need to wear something warm" The half naked man talked to himself, a habit they have developed as the filmed iKON TV. He squatted down next to his suitcase, leaving the full view of his back to others in the room.

The phone screen was a blurry patch at the edge of the leader's vision field.

His eyes locked on Yunhyeong's back, trailed down from the hairline, to the place between those shoulder blades, following every line of the muscles there.

He wanted to feel them tense and relax under his touch.

to put his hands on that defined waist

while those thighs are on his

Yunhyeong put on the pyjamas and left, but his presence lingered in Hanbin's mind.

Hanbin didn't think this night had gone well anymore.

end

#yunbin #iKON

[johobi]

1-Year Anniversary

Word count: 7818

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: anal, ass-play, vanilla-y smut, copious fluff

Your 1-year anniversary is fast approaching and you’re determined to gift Namjoon the one thing he would never dare ask for. 

Namjoon had been halfway through his turkey sandwich when his phone pinged. Already using the device to browse his usual social media sites, he narrowed his eyes when a banner bearing the words ‘____ sent you a video.’ descended surreptitiously from the top of the screen and disappeared before he had even a chance to react.

He cast a furtive glance around the staff-room. Half-empty, with only a few of his colleagues milling about; most of them had preferred to take lunch outside while the weather was nice. The reason for his understandable caution, was the fact that your MMS’ were usually a toss-up between harmless, goofy videos; clips of you zooming the camera into your face as you pulled some ghastly expression and performing the latest viral dance. And then there were the other videos. The hot as fuck snippets you deigned to bestow upon him at his most worthy, usually when he had gone out of his way to do something for you at great personal cost to himself. 

Or when he had actually done the inverse; irritated you so much in such a way that you decided the most fitting punishment would be to send him some tantalising glimpse of what you were doing to yourself. The trick being, that you purposefully sent them to him while he was stuck at work, tying his figurative hands. And, Jesus, he’d needed physical bonds to prevent himself from opening the filth you sent him. It’d been an impossible feat.

The images, the sounds - they were forever burned into his retinas and scored into his ear drums. The only foreseeable solution, to rid him of his raging hard-on, had been to masturbate furiously in the staff toilets. And he knew that you knew he would have to resort to it. Of course, once he’d gotten home he’d immediately railed you, leaving you sore the day after, but still.

Worth it, you’d thought, wincing as you sat on a stool in your kitchen the next morning.

Sometimes, you didn’t even need an excuse to send those videos. You’d made it clear that if you got horny, you wanted to share it with him. Especially if he was unable to watch in person. If Namjoon was honest with himself, he could barely match your libido, as monstrous as it was. He’d had his fair share of women and sexual experiences in the past, and felt himself capable of keeping up with it all – with you, however, it was an ongoing challenge, one he prided himself on meeting every time. Not just when it came to the likes of stamina, either; you were adventurous, undeniably kinky, and always had your nose in some smutty book, harvesting ideas. Or even writing them yourself. 

That was something he'd had to acclimate to after his string of more demure lovers – your openness about the whole subject; your sheer enthusiasm. The previous women he'd encountered had considered it something kept to a dimly lit bedroom. You, however, had thrown open the curtains and beckoned him into the light; illuminated his fantasies and brought them to the fore when he’d previously been too coy to share them. Up until that revelatory conversation, though, he’d avoided the subject out of a desire to prevent your feeling pressured. Predictably, the honest drunk that he was, Namjoon had eventually spilled his dark wishes during a rather tipsy date night.

“Anal?” you'd smirked, tilting your head to consider him as though seeing him anew.

“Yes,” Namjoon sighed, his hands coming up to wave away the words that he'd said. “But it’s literally just a fantasy. I don’t expect you to find it appealing, or even entertain the thought of doing it with me, at all. So, please don’t panic.”

You snorted. “Who’s panicking? I’m glad that you told me, Namjoon,” your voice dropped low as you eyed him over your fifth glass of wine, and he gulped. He’d half expected you to burst out into a sinister cackle.

So, looking down at his phone now, he knew it was 50/50 as to whether the video he was about to open in the staff-room was explicit. You'd sent no accompanying message but for the party popper emoji, which alone made him nervous. Luckily, his earphones were already plugged in, so no risk there – he’d learnt that most valuable of lessons when previously opening one of your gifts in a public place. Namjoon would never forget the many faces of disgust that turned to glare at him during his very apparent, very accidental display of perversion.

He inhaled deeply before pressing ‘play’.

And probably held it for the next 30 seconds as the sinful contents of the clip rolled before his eyes.

Namjoon was beside himself. With excitement, with arousal, with a mourning for the staff toilets that he wouldn’t be able to make it to. Not with the impressive erection he was now toting. And yet, he remained glued to his seat, feverishly tapping the ‘play’ button once more, desperate to see if he had merely been a victim of his lustful imaginings, or if you had actually done that for him.

The video had started unassumingly on your face, your peaches and cream smile disarming his apprehension and sending his heart soaring. The tone quickly changed, however, when one side of your mouth dropped into a wicked smirk, making eye contact with your intended recipient. 

The camera’s view descended to graze the expanse of your underwear-clad form, your feet planted on the bedspread and knees already parted. You’d hastily propped the phone against something and sat back, treating Namjoon’s eyes to a feast as you whipped off your panties and flung them off-camera, your hand shooting out to retrieve a bottle of lube from the side-stand. He felt himself salivate in anticipation, fully expecting your slickened fingers to part your lips and allow him that most alluring view of your pink interior, but he should have known better than to expect the ordinary.

Indeed, you bypassed your pussy altogether, leaving him momentarily confused. And turned on. A certainly bespoke combination he had yet to experience until now. But all thought abandoned him, then, when you began to line your asshole - that tight ring of muscle he’d fantasised about fucking in the darkest, dampest of his dreams - with lube. Such a lascivious vision had him gasping. 

Once, twice, you slathered the puckered orifice with the substance on your fingers before pushing one experimentally inside. You’d inserted it only halfway, but thrown your head back, then, arching into the meagre penetration. Namjoon knew you were putting on a show for him, riling him up. 

And it was working beautifully. 

He watched, transfixed and slack of jaw as you traced shapes inside of yourself, stretching the unyielding hole out for something bigger. He wondered, then and there - despite how seasoned he was in matters of sex - if it were possible for him to cum in his pants like a teenager watching his first porn video.  It seemed a certainty when he resorted to palming himself under the table, like some rabid sexual deviant. But the pressure, it was too fucking much.

“Mmmm,” you’d moaned softly, a second finger sliding into slight resistance as it entered you. “Namjoon-ah. I’m prepping myself for you. Are you looking forward to the thirteenth?”

Too overwhelmed to have ascertained the meaning of your words on his first watch, Namjoon began to sweat when he realised that you were referring to your upcoming 1-year anniversary.

Inferring what you could possibly have meant would prove fatal. Or, it would be, if Namjoon was anything more than lobotomised when faced with the vision of you, spread-eagle and loosening yourself up. Your index and middle finger pulling, simultaneously, the most obscene and divine sounds from your body that he had ever heard. The only thing that came close were the times you’d somehow coaxed his barely responsive cock into a round three, and by that point your pussy was so flooded with your joint bodily expulsions that the squelching became as pivotal in getting him off as your taste, touch and voice.

Schluck. Schluck. Schluck.

Namjoon nearly bit through his lip trying to stifle the grunts of approval he was itching to release.

With a sigh, you’d withdrawn your fingers and pulled something from the draw in your side-table before flopping onto your stomach in front of your phone. You waved the object back and forth before the camera, your chin propped up in one hand. How the fuck did you manage to look so cute, so innocent despite having just fingered your asshole on film? And, now, taunting him with what appeared to be an intimidatingly large butt plug?

“I’m working up to this, Namjoon-ah, because you’re a big boy. But I’ll be ready for the thirteenth. Will you?” you’d grinned, then stopped the recording with a wink.

No, I won’t be fucking ready, Namjoon thought, his head spinning. He briefly wondered if his light-headedness was a physical attestation to all the blood in his body rushing to his excruciatingly engorged dick.

Glancing around with all the agitation of a fugitive on the run from the authorities, he clamped the lid on his lunchbox, tossing away the leftovers of his sandwich in the direction of the bin. Then, with some trouble, he clambered to his feet, pressing his vexingly small lunchbox to the outcropping in his pants and forcing himself into a half-convincing walk of nonchalance. He shouted a brief see you later to his colleagues who had no time to react before he was already gone and dashing - as well as a man could with such a cumbersome protruberance - to the toilets.

Namjoon had spent the next two weeks caught between excitement and trepidation. You hadn’t mentioned the video or its contents since, and when he’d brought it up you’d feigned ignorance with a knowing twinkle in your eye. When your bedroom activities continued as normal – well, as normal as it gets when you’re with someone as avant garde as you when it came to sex – Namjoon decided not to press the issue, and that whatever prep you were subjecting yourself to during his working week was to remain a tantalising mystery until your anniversary. 

Which, somehow, was today. 

It’d felt like one prolonged, harrowing slog to reach this point. Namjoon had actually resorted to leaving his phone at home. Because one day, as he left for work, he realised that he couldn’t trust himself not to wank to the often-worshipped material stored on his phone. Not even during school hours. It had become a twice, thrice-daily necessity.

You appeared to monitor his suffering gleefully. Though neither of you spoke a word of it - even in the throes of the ecstasy you found in each others’ arms each night - Namjoon knew you could tell nothing else would occupy his mind. You’d taken to wearing decidedly clingy skirts and pants that accentuated your ass in a way that set him on a simmer. Now, like most humans, Namjoon spent a decent portion of his daily life entertaining filthy thoughts, and yet, somehow, you’d managed to crank up this relatively benign behaviour into something that disrupted his ability to sleep, communicate with other people and otherwise maintain his focus on something other than the delectability of your asscheeks and the treasure waiting for him between.

But, today was the day.

In fact, it was more than the day.

It was already the evening, and he'd cleared away the dishes from the three-course meal he insisted on preparing. The meal that you had balked at given its size, and your obvious plans for dessert. You’d blushed, then, apologising profusely, gearing up to explain just why you wouldn’t be able to eat all of it. 

And that was when it had clicked for him.

What a fucking idiot I am, he’d despaired inwardly. Namjoon had done his utmost to ensure that he had in no way, shape or form pressured you or outwardly let on how eager he was to partake in your proffered after-dinner activity. And yet, there he had been, laying before you a huge fucking bowl of minestrone, spaghetti - bread sides and all - and a black forest gateau. The expression on your face would have almost been comical had he not been cursing himself for being so inconsiderate.

In the end, he ate most of it, and quickly stashed the rest away in the refrigerator.

“Let’s skip the gateau,” you suggested, an impish smile playing on your lips. “So we can get to business.”

“And what business would that be?” Namjoon played along, his back to you as he washed up the remnants of your meal.

Without looking, he could tell you were stifling a laugh. “You want to explore my black forest, right?”

“Oh my God,” he bent over the counter, soap suds soaking the front of his shirt, though doubled-over in cringe as he was, it went unnoticed.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled. “I’ve had to bite my tongue over so many joke opportunities the last few weeks, I couldn’t deny myself that one.”

“That’s fair,” Namjoon croaked, when he finally recovered his breath. “And, I daresay, a little humour will help loosen me up a little.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back what he was sure you considered an absolutely genius response, but Namjoon was on the ball now and raised his eyebrows at you in a way that had you shutting your mouth with a guilty pout. You were quick, he had to give you that.

“Are you done yet?” you mumbled as you walked up behind him, looping your arms around his waist. Namjoon cast an adoring smile down at your small hands; soft and warm, perfectly made to fit into his. He had so many fond memories of holding those hands. Fluffy, oversized sweater sleeves that had begun to pill towards the ends obscured them somewhat. It was like receiving a hug from a small, demanding sheep. 

And, to be honest, it’d been wholly unexpected that you hadn’t been waiting for him on the bed, already naked and with a rose between your teeth, cheesy quip at the ready, when he got home from work. In fact, today was the only day out of the last two weeks that you had draped yourself in such modest clothing; an old, holey sweater and some baggy sweats of Namjoon’s that you seemed overly attached to. Was this also part of your plan?

When he didn’t answer, so caught up in his head as he was, your hand burned a deliberate trail from his stomach to the front of his pants. He felt you grin against his back when he froze under your touch. “Hmm?”

“Y-Yes, I’m nearly finished,” he cleared his throat, the croak belying how much he was anticipating what was to come.

You didn’t free him from your pointed groping, however. Instead, you began to smooth the flat of your hand against his previously inert – and, now, rapidly stiffening – penis, the movement causing the most minute of frictions. Surely, it was more an affectionate touch, intimate and almost polite, as though you were introducing yourself to the appendage that would be spearing you deeper than you’ve ever felt before. But Namjoon found you irresistible in every way – that even just the scent of your clothes, your hair, your gentle petting – was enough to bring him fully to attention. Soon enough, he was rocking into your open palm, his eyes closing with the soothe of your strokes. The few dishes he hadn’t yet cleaned tumbled from his grasp into the water so he could brace himself against the sink when you gripped him suddenly, fully encircling his girth with your fingers.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hmm?” you questioned coyly, pulling the collar of his shirt down to press a long, deliberate kiss to the back of his neck.

“Don’t hmm me,” Namjoon squirmed, your lips sending a thrill as fresh as the first day he kissed you through him.

“Turn around,” you ordered seductively, and he was helpless but to comply under the spell you had cast over him.

When he acquiesced to your command, he almost felt his soul depart when his eyes met with the blown-out, black pools that confronted him. Namjoon was entranced when you descended to your knees, your hands already agilely working at the strings of his sweat pants. He'd indignantly defended himself when you accused him, one day, of being one of those mystifying people who actually tied them.

Unwrapping him like a present, you slid the soft material down his legs, casting an appreciative glance over the stretch of his gloriously long, toned legs as they revealed themselves to you. Clad only in his boxers, now, you held his gaze as you nuzzled your face against his straining bulge, mouthing at his balls.

“Nngh,” Namjoon grunted, large hands reaching down entangle themselves in your hair. “Baby, you’re going to kill me tonight. Don’t be surprised if I don’t last far into the main event.”

You pouted without an ounce of sincerity. Namjoon envisioned that, internally, you were grinning like a Cheshire cat and steepling your fingers.

“I’ll just hurry this along, then,” you shrugged, carefully peeling down his underwear and taking him into your hand, giving him a few encouraging pumps. Then, without warning, you opened your mouth wide and took the entirety of his length into it, the angry, red head of his cock nudging your tonsils as he came to rest against your tongue. Namjoon almost collapsed at the sudden shock of pleasure panging its way along the stretch of his dick and setting his abdomen alight.  Involuntarily, a guttural groan tore itself from his lungs.

“Oh my—fuck, baby,” he keened, his fingers digging far more harshly into your scalp than he probably realised.

“Mmm?” you moaned around his length, gaining a similarly throaty response from him.

Aware that you wouldn’t be able to tease him for too long, you dragged him from the honeyed recesses of your sweet mouth. Your lips, instead, encompassed the tip of his quivering cock, greedily lapping at the pre-ejaculate seeping from its slit. With his saltiness coating your tongue, you sealed your lips around him as you coaxed him back into your mouth, working the underside of his member with an adept tongue.

“Baby, I can’t—“ Namjoon warned, and you dislodged him with a lewd ‘pop’ and a smack of your lips.

You raised your eyebrows up at him from your kneeling position. “Wow, have I gotten you that worked up already?”

Namjoon glared at you. “There has been a certain mental warfare going on these past few weeks, and deep-throating me as soon as you get my pants off is not fair.”

You acknowleged his accusation with a lip bite that had him pulling you up to his height and crushing his lips to yours; a kiss so fierce and raw with need that his insides churned in excitement. He wasn’t one to enjoy the taste of himself, usually, but tonight, upon your sultry tongue, it only enticed him further. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you flush to him, but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. When he drew back, dizzy and confused, you gestured between your woolly sweater and his glossy cock, and neither of you could hold back a chuckle when you envisioned what a terrific mess he would make of it.

Sweeping the oversized garment over your head in one, fluid motion, Namjoon was nearly winded when he drunk in the sight of what you had been hiding beneath. And when you took off the sweats…

There had, indeed, been a plan.

Your underwear was black, sheer and left nothing to the imagination; you weren’t normally the type to splash out on lingerie, as you were both in agreement that luxuries had to be kept to a minimum on your tight budget. And yet, you had spent your own, limited monthly allowance on something to please him. It made his heart and dick pulse in tandem.

What made him throb more than anything, however, was  the lower half of your lingerie choice.

Crotchless. Panties.

If it were physically possible at this stage, Namjoon felt himself grow exponentially more aroused. When you twirled to give him the full view – indeed, the back was also open – he began to fist his cock in a desperate attempt to alleviate some of the strain, but you were quick to slap away his hand.

“Uh-uh. What are you doing?”

“If I don’t fuck you, and soon, I am going to die. Literally, I am going to die,” he ground out between gritted teeth. “So hot-foot it to the bedroom. Now,” he ordered, advancing on you. He could tell by the tremble of your bottom lip that you were having a hard time maintaining your unaffected facade. You loved it when he switched roles.

“Make me,” you huffed churlishly, and Namjoon narrowed his eyes on you. You were well aware misbehaviour would land you in deep trouble.

“Oh, I will,” he growled, throwing you over his shoulder with minimal effort, taking delight in your squeal of surprise. As he stalked toward the bedroom you wiggled your legs in the air, a petulant behaviour he halted immediately with a swift smack to your exposed backside.

“Fuck!” you squeaked, quieting in his hold.

Namjoon smirked.

Once over the threshold, you were unceremoniously dumped onto the bedspread in a fit of giggles. You dragged him with you, the momentum of your falling body pulling him conveniently to your chest where he began to paint a cluster of feverish kisses. His teeth tugged the scant material of your bra aside to expose one of your breasts. Target successfully located, your breath hitched when he latched his lips to your pebbled nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub between reverent kisses and exultations of your sexiness.

“You are so,” a kiss, “fucking,” another, “beautiful,” he panted against your skin, now dusted pink under his ministrations.

One not being enough for him, Namjoon kneaded your other breast with a soft but covetous hand, and despite your writhing, your other nipple was not exempt from being teased. Pinching it between his index and middle finger, he had you mewling beneath him, pliant and willing. Your pussy pulsed with the heat of what felt like a thousand suns, and yet you were the opposite of dry; you could feel your excitement coating your outer lips and dribbling toward tonight’s intended destination - your diligently trained asshole.

“Namjoon-ah,” your voice was a strained whimper. “Fuck me, please.”

His nose was brushing your navel as you said those words, and he halted his deliberate advance to your pussy.  “You want to skip this?”

You nodded your head breathlessly. “I’m a madwoman, but yes. You’re not the only one barely hanging on. I need you in me.”

If he couldn’t tease you in the way that his tongue longed to, he would make do with the alternative. “Tell me what you want from me, baby.”

You turned full brat, jutting out your bottom lip and scowling at him under heavy-lidded eyes. “I just told you.”

“You need to be more specific than that, baby,” Namjoon cooed, kneeling between your spread legs and running a feather-touch of a finger along the expanse of your oozing slit. He drew your juices onto his fingertip and raised it to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the delicacy and sucking the digit clean, pinning you in place with a heated gaze as he did so.

You knew this was torturing him, too.

You decided to play dirty.

Hoisting yourself up onto your elbows so that your faces hovered but inches apart, you held him there, captivated, as the following words spilled sinfully from your lips. “I want your cock so deep inside me it’s painful. I want you to stretch out my tight little virgin ass.”

Namjoon’s lip curled almost imperceptibly as your filthy demands met his ears. The desire, the hunger he had for you was so great he felt almost feral. Like an animal that was responding to a primal call to rut his bitch into oblivion. He groaned low in his throat and went to close the gap between you, but you stopped him for the second time that evening and held him there as you edged him, mentally, further.

“Come so deep in me that there isn’t even a trickl—ungh!”

Your head collided with the mattress as he forced you onto your back again, your vision swimming when he consumed you in another breath-stealing kiss, his lips worshipping yours in a frenzied plea for entrance; one you eagerly granted him. Tongues clashing in a battle for dominance, he won when you felt the unmistakable entrance of one of his fingers into your sopping mess of a pussy, the two of you moaning as one for very different reasons.

Namjoon pulled back to gasp his disbelief. “Jesus Christ, I didn’t need to warm you up much at all. Do you want me in your ass that much?”

“Yes, yes,” you whined. Just one of his slender fingers granted only the most maddening  relief; you had what you desired, but it was nowhere near enough. “More,” you begged, pawing at his arm. “More, please.”

“As you asked so nicely,” Namjoon purred, his middle finger sinking into place beside the other. Feeling that tantalising stretch, and the distant, but familiar build of an orgasm in your belly, you began to undulate into his languid penetration, arching your spine as though pulled toward the centre of your mounting pleasure.

Half-amused and half turned on beyond belief as he watched the flickering of expressions over your face, Namjoon began to tease you again. “I thought you wanted to get straight to it, baby?”

“Shhh,” you hissed, your eyes scrunched shut. “I—I think it would be best if I came first, get me to relax more, don’t you think?”

Forever a willing accomplice and abettor in your illicit quests for pleasure, Namjoon grinned. “I definitely think that’s best.”

He turned his attention back to your gyrating hips, and lowered his face level with your mound. The view from here never failed to enrapture him; the swell of your breasts as they heaved over laboured breaths, the way you would thrash your head from side to side as though possessed. Everything about you drove him to the brink of insanity. Namjoon watched it all assiduously as he sunk his mouth to the parting of your folds, his pulse skyrocketing when you began to wail his name. Your swollen clit secured delicately between his plush lips, he sucked against the charged bundle of nerves, the force with which he applied himself greatly determining the loudness of your barely coherent sobbing. When he sensed you getting close, he released you from his agonizing seal, only to attack you with the exacting lashes of his expert tongue. Your toes began to curl, your entire body trembling under the tension of your impending orgasm. “O-Oh fuck, N-Namjoon, please, I—“

“Tell me, baby. What do you need?” he would draw this out for as long as he could, as recompense for the past two weeks of torture.

“Let me come. Oh, God, please, let me just—“

The pacifist was gone. You decided to take what you were being denied. Your hands, previously snarled in the mess of sweaty bed sheets, flew to the platinum blonde locks atop his head. With a dire insistence, you pressed his face harder to your pussy, and although logistically you knew it would not help your cause to suffocate him between your legs, you just needed the weight of him there.

His breath fanned against your twitching orifice in a muffled chuckle. But he relented, seeing fit to put you out of your misery. Adding a third finger to the fray, Namjoon upped the tempo of his thrusts and re-adhered himself to your painfully engorged clit, swirling his tempered tongue around it to stimulate you past the edge.

It did not take long.

“F-Fuck, I’m coming, Namjoon, don’t stop, please,” you howled, your voice hoarse from your frequent exhortations.

As though he were symbiotically experiencing your descent to the peak, Namjoon could not help but grind his neglected cock against the mattress in his excitement. 

He curled the fingers embedded inside of you to rub your most pivotal spot. And, almost as if he'd sent a bolt of lightning through you, you immediately became rigid but for the hoarse, gasping groans that he stole from your straining lungs. Waves following waves following waves of unbridled pleasure racked you, your pussy pulsating against his fingers – so intensely you thought you might crush them –  until you were nothing but a limp, spasming ragdoll, glistening under a layer of perspiration. 

Extracting himself from your clenching orifice, Namjoon’s breath hitched when he saw your asshole winking sordidly at him as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm.

That’s where he would be going next.

“All good?” he asked thickly, nursing his erection with a few loose, teasing strokes, enough to keep him at his most turgid.

“More than good,” the words whooshed out of you as you exhaled, dragging the oxygen into your lungs with rapid breaths. God knows how long you’d stopped breathing for during the apex of your orgasm. You’d come so hard that your hearing was comfortably muffled. A quiet, monotonous tone rang through your ears.

Still, no rest for the wicked.

Despite being suitably sated, your desire to satisfy your boyfriend sparked a different kind of hunger within you. Kneeling up on the bed, he spread his arms to allow you to unbutton and rid him of his shirt, unsure how it had even made it to this point still on his person. Fully nude, you let your hands wander over his lithe, bronzed torso, occasionally raking your nails against his flesh. 

Namjoon’s muscles tensed under your cursory touches, before he was pulling you up by your chin to behold the sheer lust in his eyes. “I need you,” he murmured. 

That was all he had to say. You were ready.

With a nod and a smile, you placed a chaste kiss upon his lips before turning away and fishing out the bottle of lube Namjoon had come to know so well from the video. You were still sopping wet, and you daresay that might be just enough to lubricate you, but from your past few weeks’ experiences, you'd come to enjoy the silky feel of the substance, and you knew that more was always better.

“Would you like to do it, or shall I?” you offered, gauging his reaction. He no longer seemed nervous about the proposition, and it must have had a lot to do with how laid-back you were being about the whole thing. The orgasm certainly helped.

Namjoon was only half-present, his mind flitting back to the way you had so boldly penetrated yourself in the video. He wanted - no, needed - it to be his fingers. “Can I?”

“I was hoping you would ask that,” you grinned, your tongue swiping your top teeth. “Be my guest.”

You handed over the pump-operated bottle and lay back on your elbows again, legs wide and inviting. Dispensing a generous amount onto his palm and warming the lube between his hands, Namjoon’s eyes roved hungrily over the way you presented yourself to him. His cock twitched impatiently. “Let me know, at any stage, if you want to stop. Okay?”

“You know I will,” you dismissed him casually, though his consideration was always gratefully noted. “I’ll let you know what feels good.”

Nodding his approval, Namjoon gestured to you to prop yourself on a pillow, which you hastily did. The position wasn’t uncomforable, but a little strange - like you were about to receive a gynaecological exam. 

The sheer difference in diameter between your tense, furrowed asshole and your other, more seasoned orifice made him swallow thickly. Just imagining cramming himself into such a tight fit, God, it was almost enough for him to combust.

“Try and relax,” he soothed, when his fingers made first contact with it.

Although you were trying your best not to tense up, the lube was still a little cool, and in your enthusiasm you were becoming as taut as a bowstring. “Sorry,” you whimpered, your cheeks brushed with rubies. “I’m excited.”

“Excitement comes later. For now, just chill, baby,” Namjoon ordered.

As gently as he possibly could, Namjoon began to ease his index finger into your ass. The first thing that hit him was how much warmer it was than your pussy. He'd never even experimented with his own ass in the past, so he had no idea what it felt like inside. And now he was taking his first, tantalising glimpse into that world, and he was already trembling with untold anticipation.

“Fuck, it’s so tight, I can barely move,” he whispered, eyes alight with awe.

“I know,” you grunted; one finger wasn’t too much trouble for you after your recent trials, and indeed the only thing causing you discomfort was your impatience for him to stretch your – physical and mental – limits further. “That’s fine, that feels good. Move it around a little, like you saw me do in the video, and add another finger.”

Both happy to see you so eager and keen to comply, Namjoon very tentatively slipped the tip of his next finger into you, and immediately felt the ring of muscle tense around him. He looked up, trepidation marring his beautiful, broad features. “____?”

“I’m fine, it’s always just a little weird at first,” you smiled to reassure him, and he nodded, waiting for you to adjust. When you began to push your pelvis toward him, he took that as a signal to continue, gradually easing his lube-slicked digits through the drag of your almost suffocatingly restrictive asshole, teasing gentle circles all the while.

The deeper he got, the louder you became. You wanted so badly to play with yourself as he entered you, but you knew he would want you to save it for when it was him in the place of his fingers. “Oh, yes, that’s starting to feel really good.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon asked, mouth agape and spellbound by the way your face crumpled deep in concentration, as though you were chasing a glimpse of euphoria.

“Mmmm,” was the only response you could muster, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as it was.

After a few minutes of enduring the provocation the wet sounds of your asshole were causing, Namjoon - whose dick had begun to soften while the promise of fucking was still elusive - had once again become rigid under the hastening of his arm’s thrusts. You’d become so malleable so quickly, he was floored. Ass-play seemed like it was quickly going to become a regular in the bedroom for the two of you. “How does it feel now, baby?”

“So fucking good,” you almost crooned, as exhilarated as you were. “I—I don’t think I even need the plug. I’m so ready for you.”

Your words both incited and stymied him. “We don’t need to rush.”

“I’m not rushing, I—I genuinely feel ready, Namjoon-ah, honey. Please, I’m so fucking horny,” you implored needily.

Namjoon groaned. The first thing he wanted to do was pound you into the floor, and the last thing he wanted to do was reject you. But he had to make sure. “Not that I’m insinuating that you’re insulting my dick size, but I’m a lot bigger than the plug. Let’s consider—“

“No,” you were firm, and your eyes were resolute despite your sexual intoxication. “I don’t need it. I need you. Fuck me, Namjoon, please.”

No sane man on earth could spurn that.

Letting out a shuddering breath, he nodded. “Okay, baby, let’s do this. Show me how you want it.”

Clearly having thought-out the flow of this evening to its completion, you immediately flipped onto your stomach, presenting your ass to him in the most indecent, salacious manner. The panties, of course, covered nothing of your asshole, and yet just above it, embroidered into the strip of cloth hugging your hips was a black, satin bow. You really were a fucking gift, and all for his taking.

“It’ll feel really deep like this,” Namjoon warned, but your only response was to wiggle your posterior in his face, goading him. He smirked. “Alright, then.”

After dispensing himself a second helping of lube and allowing it to take to his body temperature, he slathered his length with the velvety, viscous fluid, his eyes closing momentarily at the  first taste of relief his unresolved erection had received this evening beyond your brief torment of a blow-job.

“Don’t get carried away,” you warned, waggling your eyebrows at him over your shoulder.

“How couldn’t I,” he grinned, his free hand leaving streaks of lube over your backside as he palmed it hungrily. “When I have this magnificent view in front of me?”

“I can’t argue with that,” you quipped, throwing him a smirk. He grinned in avid agreement, and you felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze of adoration. Clearing your throat, you reached back to smack his thigh. “Now get the fuck in me, boy.”

Grasping his length level with your sufficiently loosened ass, Namjoon almost paled as he observed the magnitude your tight little hole would have to stretch to accommodate even the head of his cock. Which, by this point, was once again profusely leaking precum. As though sensing his hesitation, you spoke up again, and this time your voice was lower, coaxing. “I’m ready, I promise.”

Namjoon baptized you with the drippings of his lust, before pressing himself, gently but firmly, against your seemingly unyielding asshole. Within a couple of seconds, however, it began to stretch to accommodate him, and as he progressed further – the entirety of his time spent closely scrutinising your reaction – he felt the near unbearable heat and resistance of your ass begin to engulf the tip of him. “F-Fuck,” he muttered, his voice trembling along with his limbs. “How is it?”

You couldn’t reply however, because you had turned to submerge your face deep into a pillow. As soon as he saw that, Namjoon halted his passage immediately. He was about to pull out, but your hand flew back to catch his wrist. A very muffled order came from the pillow. “Just give me a moment.”

“____,” he began, but you dropped his wrist to waggle your finger blindly before his face, shushing him.

After a few long moments, you raised your head, your hair askew and face tomato red from lack of oxygen. “Okay, keep going, but very slowly.”

With one hand resting on the small of your back and the other continuing to guide his member, you let out a whoosh of breath when the head of his cock became entirely entrenched in you. From that point on, you seemed to relax more, and inch by excruciating inch, Namjoon buried himself within you.

Not wanting to emit any noise in case it were to cover up any vocalisations of discomfort, Namjoon had been stewing internally and was coming rapidly to a boil over just how fucking tight it was. It was almost uncomfortably so, like all the blood in his cock could be squeezed back out of it and back to his brain, which had come to a standstill under the assault of sensation he was currently weathering.

Halfway in, you began to move your hips again in circular motions, the movements encouraging your asshole to suck him in further. This was the feeling you had been looking forward to, that apparently insatiable, moreish longing to be filled to the brim, to be stretched to the brink of pain. What burning you had been experiencing up until this point was rapidly extinguishing, and the only thing that took its place was that same wanton hunger you had come to crave during your experimental sessions.

“Yes, Namjoon, this is it, God, you’re starting to feel so fucking good inside me. Keep going.”

Allowing the tension to flow free from his body, Namjoon grunted at your encouragement, gliding himself deeper into your scorching heat. Five inches, then six, and before he knew it, he had bottomed out entirely, the curve of your asscheeks flush with his twitching abdomen. Feeling himself ensconced entirely within you, so compact and so taut, he groaned your name as though pained, doubling over you to rain a shower of ardent kisses down your spine. “Baby, God, you feel so fucking good around me. I won’t last long.”

You whined into your pillow, your skin springing goosebumps at the touch of his butterfly lips. “That doesn’t matter. Namjoon, start moving. I need you to start—oh,” you gasped as he began to drag himself from the clenching of your puckered hole. The sensation of having him, the man you loved more than anything you had ever known, being so tender, so tentative to your needs, and filling you in such an alien, but pleasurable way, it had you fisting the bedcovers again and moaning like a debauched whore.

Namjoon began to build a steady but restrained pace. The slip of your walls around him, the delicious drag of effort it required to extract himself from your depths only to bury himself, right to the hilt, into your Siren’s call of an ass; it was swiftly hurtling him towards an unavoidable, earth-shattering orgasm. He was almost afraid of the sheer violence with which it was brewing within him, and his balls were already beginning to tighten dangerously, drawing themselves up in preparation for the hardest, he believed, he would ever come. “I can’t hold it much longer,” he panted, a joint groan ripping itself from the both of you when he hit particularly deep.

“I want to come with you,” you declared, just as breathless. Holding yourself up under his fastidiously aimed pounding was getting to become something of a challenge.

You could have said literally any combination of words at that moment and Namjoon would have been reeling from how fucking sexy, beautiful¸and perfect you were, as he proclaimed, loud and often, in between his harried thrusting.

Using his wrists to maintain leverage as his cock continued to impale you repeatedly, he grazed his hands over your stomach and swiftly found your dripping cunt, his already slippery hands becoming further lubcricated with your excretions. Knowing that he was already teetering on the precipice of his climax, he was far more unforgiving with your pussy than he was with your ass. 

If they had had minds and personalities of their own, you wouldn’t begrudge your poor, frequently battered pussy for feeling persecuted. As it was, in this moment you were sorely grateful for his rough handling.

Namjoon promptly delved two fingers into your hungry cunt, the orifice suckling loudly and eagerly on the extended digits. His other hand was quick to work on your clit, clasping it resolutely between his fore and middle fingers and, with the aid of a quick wrist, rubbed you between an inch of your life. Before you knew it, you were screaming. Your cheeks streamed with tears; your mind lost its capacity to form all rational thought. And, with it, your vision; a blinding light assaulted your peripheral, as though some higher being deemed you worthy to glimpse nirvana.

“I—I’m coming, Namjoon, f-fuck, don’t stop, I’m so, so, so, close—“

The utter fullness, the wholeness you felt as he occupied what seemed like your entire being, it was incomparable to anything you had ever experienced. You’d never felt more physically or emotionally close to him in that moment, and though you were overcome by the ecstasy of it all, and blinded by it so, you were so aware of him; the strength in his arms, the way they held you as you began to crumble. The deep tones of his voice, though distant, anchoring you to the mortal plane. And what brought you back was the animalistic groan he expelled with one last thrust of his hips as your ass convulsed around him, his cock erupting, ostensibly, with endless streams of cum that coated your walls like eggshell white, until the two of you were a boneless, shivering heap. The room was awash with the sounds of aftershock – delayed grunts and whimpers, and the desperate intake of oxygen, as though you had risked death itself to prove your love to one another.

Following what seemed like an eternity of basking in the glow of your messy aftermath, Namjoon raised his head from your shoulder to brush away the damp, limpid locks of hair from your face. You were still lying prone beneath him, barely noticing the weight of him on your back, your eyes glassy and with whatever remnant of thought was left, distant. You didn’t even register when he slipped his softening cock from you, lying to the side of you and propping himself up on his elbows to see you more clearly.

“Baby,” he called, guiding you back to him. You turned your head enough to look at him. “I love you. So, so much. I really don’t deserve you. Thank you for this.”

You smiled, barely, having hardly enough energy to muster even such a simple expression. “I love you too. And, don’t thank me. I enjoyed it too, as you can tell.”

Namjoon snorted, pulling you against him. You allowed him to mold your exhausted body to his, your skin tacky and almost adherent upon contact. “What next, then?”

“What next?” you scoffed, though it came out more akin to a weak cough. “I don’t know about you, but I’m thoroughly fucked. We can think about that another day.”

“I must have really done a number on you, in that case,” Namjoon was smug. “It’s not like you to be so subdued afterwards. And here I was, about to suggest pegging. I guess you’re not interested.”

Your ears perked up like a dog hearing their owner preparing a bowl of food. “Pegging? Really? You’d let me?”

His resultant chuckle rumbled in his chest, tickling your face. “I knew that might get your attention. I don’t know, I’m thinking about it, especially after seeing how much this kind of thing affected you. Maybe for Christmas.”

“So I get to peg Santa?” you snickered, and Namjoon blanched.

“Only if you haven’t been naughty this year,” he reasoned, and you pouted into his neck, burying yourself into the comfort of his musky, post-sex scent.

“That’s definitely not going to happen, then.”

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Aftermath: Business Dealings

This has been an idea I’ve been mulling over for some time due to thoughts about Nursey’s family and how they’d react to a potential public coming out for Jack. 1800 words and takes place during episode 3.26. In any case, thanks to my ‘swawesome beta @kleeklutch, and I hope you enjoy.

Now has a companion piece that takes place in Maine.

“Thank you for making time on such short notice and during what must be a busy time for you.”

Mama’s words accompany a slow stirring of her tea as the morning rays reflected by the Financial District skyline bathe her in dappled light.

Opposite us, via projection on the drop-down screen, sits Georgia Martin in what I suppose is her office with Providence Harbor as the backdrop. “Don’t worry about it, Dr. Nurse,” she replies with a grin. “It’s a welcome change in pace from the reporters.”

Mama gives a smile of her own over her cup. “No doubt. In any case let me first congratulate you and your team on an amazing and well-earned victory. That was quite a nail-biter the whole way through.”

“Thanks. I have to say that we’re still running on that high.” 

It’s probably all they’re running on. That and coffee. Many probably can’t tell at a first glance, but I’ve been around enough power players to know that she’s probably keeping it all together by sheer will.

“Yes, you could imagine how ecstatic my son was at seeing his old captain make the winning shot. In overtime at that.”

Martin’s eyes aim in my direction. Pretty sure that she’s still wondering what a college kid is doing sitting next to his mother during a meeting of this magnitude. “’Nursey’, right?” she asks. “Number Twenty-eight? That was an impressive slapshot in your last game against Harvard. Amazing synchronization with Twenty-four as well; you two make quite the pair.”

I almost choke on my drink. “Thanks, ma’am.”

“Jack never hesitates to share highlights from Samwell with us.” Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. It would surprise me even less if ninety percent of the highlights involve Bitty.

“We’re quite proud of him,” Mama adds with a smirk. “But you know that just gushing over player performance is not why I called.”

Martin leans back and apprises both of us before putting all of her focus back on Mama. “You’re interested in sponsoring.”

“Or a partnership. Whichever is going to be a more effective use of our resources.”

“Well, I can’t say I’d mind. We’ve had people and companies lining up ever since we went to the playoffs,” she explains before blinking owlishly at us. “But that isn’t the case with your offer, is it.”

“You are correct,” Mama affirms while setting her cup down. “I’m not interested in any offer going into salaries or sports equipment. Overall, it was about the game, I’d have sponsored the Rangers a long time ago. They have history after all.”

“And are the home team,” Martin adds wryly.

That’s dismissed with an airy wave. “Yes, New York is my home and where we are headquartered, but we’re also not bound to a single metropolitan area… or nation for that matter. Some will throw a fuss in regards to us supporting an out-of-town team… but, well, it’s not like this company is a stranger to protests.”

“Hashtag ‘fight the power’…” I mutter under my breath while forcibly keeping my eyes from rolling.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m the first to criticize Mama for her business and r&d practices, but sometimes the vitriol put forward by others are downright ridiculous. That many of those protesters are hyper-privileged white dudes — “kale-munching, latte-guzzling tankies” as a certain ginger loves to say; to his credit, he stopped associating me with them before the end of our first semester — makes their motives all the more suspicious.

If Martin hears me, she shows no sign. “So why are you interested in us?”

Mama simply taps on her tablet to bring a single video up to view. The video is of Jack and Bitty kissing on the center ice; their full attention focused on each other despite being surrounded by strangers and the media.

In the wake of the game’s end, I was infected by the high of the win and dancing with glee. The moment I saw the two embrace however, surprise overtook that elation and—

Well, the details regarding me aren’t important.

What is important was the reaction from my family. Mama and Papa, despite being very hard to shock due to all they’ve witnessed and dealt within the boardroom and courtroom respectively, gaped wide-eyed at the screen. Even Sis, who never ceases to have a sarcastic quip regarding professional sports, was at a complete loss for words.

When they turned their stares towards me, I knew what the unsaid question was. Pretty sure they were legit impressed that we all managed to keep the secret for over half-a-year; not sure if I should be pleased or miffed at that.

In any case, the SMH group chat is still on fire. And it’s not all cheers.

Dex and Chowder, being the rays of sunshine that they are — okay, Chowder is a ray of sunshine a good chunk of the time; though many forget that sunlight burns — have already considered this old news and are now discussing with the older guys strategies to head off those who wish to intrude upon our lives.

Because there is already discussion in the media about the fact that “Zimmermann’s boyfriend” — there is no small amount of entertainment watching some sports commentators struggle saying that — is going to be the first out NCAA ice hockey captain. And with that publicity, there has already been a slew of… opinions.  

“The thing is,” Mama continues, “while this is spectacular news, it in itself is not what prompted me to make the call.”

She switches the footage to show statements from Martin and the older Falconers.

As the vids are muted, Mama asks, “Is Zimmermann scheduled to appear yet?”

Martin’s face goes blank. “Jack and Eric are taking well-earned time to recompose themselves.”

Translation: the Falcs have zero clue where the two are, and it’s probably driving management insane.

Well, we’re just as in the dark.

“Completely understandable, and we wish them all the best,” Mama notes. “So, were you serious about what you said in front of the cameras? It is a risky move.”

“Maybe,” concedes Martin. Then her eyes light up with the kind of fiery passion that must have caused opponents to wet themselves while she was in skates. “But this isn’t just PR. When Jack came out to me, I told him the kind of organization that I wanted the Falcs to be. One that went beyond what should be common decency and actually towards raising the bar for the League as a whole.”

A smile graces Mama’s lips. “And that’s why I’ve expressed my interest,” she states before turning to me. “And I will admit that, beyond general morals and principles, I have a personal reason for throwing in my support.

“Derek?”

Shit, it’s my turn already? Granted, I wouldn’t be here if not for the fact that I came willingly.

Still I turn my chill up to maximum in the hope that my jitters don’t show. “I’ll say off the bat that I’m not straight. Bi… Pan… Personally I’m not attached to labels. What matters is that I’ve been out and comfortable for some time now. Helps that Samwell’s welcoming.” A breath. “Hasn’t always been the case, and even if I was interested in going pro — with no disrespect, I’m not — the nature of the League is a major sticky point. Not just about my orientation but also… you know…” I wave my hand around my face for emphasis.

I know Martin gets the point when she lets her composure slip with a grimace and says, “Yeah. I take you’ve read some of the articles focusing on Thirdy. We crack down pretty hard on such behavior at home, but some away venues are more lenient about what’s said on the ice or from the stands unless the media is breathing down their necks.”

“And the media is sometimes the problem,” I add. After Martin gives a weary nod, I get myself back on track: “I have mad respect and support for groups like You Can Play, which I know the Falcs have been active in. However, considering how many times players have been disciplined, it’s clear that speaking out against bigotry reactively can only do so much. So while I do think advocacy groups are important, teams themselves should take the initiative.

“Ever since Jack came out to the Falcs, you and his teammates have shown it’s a real possibility. You’ve been walking the walk; including by making sure his secret was secure until the kiss. And when that happened, all the statements made so far have been matter-of-fact support.

“So while I’m a fan of the Falcs because of Jack, all of this makes me think that the team is a bar setter in all the right ways.”

I might as well been swimming underwater the whole while, considering the way I end my speech with a gasp for air. Mama uses that as a point to enter back in:

“Some may think that just means there is bias affecting my decision. I counter that bias informs a lot of our decisions. In this case, is it a bad thing?” she posits. “Overall, my hope is that our involvement the Falconers isn’t just to promote greater inclusivity in professional sports, but also to start other social programs.

“And while it may be hard to tell, know that I’m not just doing this for PR points.”

If anything, Mama’s taking a risk with this as not all of her clients may approve of her activism.

“Don’t worry about that, Dr. Nurse. If I thought you were just jumping on the publicity bandwagon, I would have told you to wait with the other potential sponsors as we get our bearings straight,” assures Martin. “So let’s just say you’ve had my attention for some time.”

“Excellent! And I must say, it’s not like we don’t already have the perfect symbol for such a partnership.”

To punctuate her statement, Mama pans and zooms the cam to focus in on one of the office’s windows. As if on cue, one of our Peregrines lands on the ledge with a freshly-killed pigeon to feed her fluffy eyasses.

The sight makes Martin bark out a laugh in wide-eyed surprise and delight. “Didn’t expect that. But you’re right; they are quite appropriate. I’m sure Tater would be delighted to incorporate them into FalcTV.”

“Once we finalize this, your team will be welcome here. Which reminds me: Derek, you may go.”

I take the cue to get right up, say my farewells to the two ladies, and make my retreat out of the office. As I close the door behind me, I hear Mama’s next few words before the rest get muffled:

“So… let’s talk business…”

[craigedwardgiven]

Moving Video Call Backgrounds

Animated Backgrounds in Video Calls & Virtual Meetings

Overview

Coworkers have been asking me how I get animated and moving backgrounds (and foregrounds) in my video conference calls and virtual meetings. So, I’ve created this article to give an overview of the process and tools. For this article’s background example I chose a video that won’t get me into copyright trouble. Its background is a recording of the city gates of Amnoon. And its a scene I recorded while playing the game Guild Wars 2.

The method to create this effect is layering. In oversimplified terms, the background is the bottom layer. In my example I used a video instead of a static image. Layered on top of the background is the output from my webcam. And finally, the very top layer is a graphic with some text. I combined all these layers using the free software tool OBS (Open Broadcaster Software) and output that as a single video feed.

Since I’m not actually “broadcasting” or streaming (OBS is primarily for Twitch, YouTube, Facebook Live, etc.), I need something to convert the broadcast into a useable format. Therefore, I’ve installed the OBS plugin VirtualCam, which makes the OBS output look like a webcam to other programs. Instead of selecting my actual webcam as the input for my video-conferencing software, I set it to the virtual device named “OBS-Camera.” This technique works for Microsoft Teams, Zoom, Skype, Jitsi, and GotoMeeting. I’ve done so much testing that some of the results are fading into a memory fog. So, I’m only “mostly positive” that it will work with Google Hangouts, Google Meet, and Discord. The only “failure” I distinctly remember is for my doctor’s tele-medicine product, and that was because it would not let you choose an input device.

OBS is just one “link” in the chain of tools used to create my desired output, and each software tool runs on a fairly beefy computer (see the end of article for details). Below is more detail on each link in this chain of tools. They are presented in a logical sequence: from the source to the destination. Along the way I’ll also mention some alternative tools that I’ve experimented with, since they may suit your needs better. And at the end of the article is a collection of miscellaneous notes, tips, and tricks.

The Chain of Tools

Environment

I’ve arranged my environment to improve the image and audio quality I can produce. I’ve added lamps and baffles to diffuse, bounce, direct and control the temperature (color) of the lighting. Not only of my face but also of the background (so it’s easier for the computer to cleanly “remove” my real background). For audio I do the same to optimize conditions: I set the timer on my air conditioner so it cools the room beforehand, and automatically turns off just prior to the start of the next meeting. I then turn down fans and other background noise. I’ve also covered the glass (bordering our front door) with a decorative overlay so the dog is oblivious to the comings and goings in our neighborhood. And finally, I close the office door if the grandchildren are visiting.

Audio hardware

My primary microphone is a dynamic mic with a cardriod sensitivity pattern (i.e., it minimizes off-axis and extraneous background sounds and focuses on just my voice). It’s a Samson Q2U in a Rycote InVision USM shock mount on a Gator Frameworks boom and stand. The mic can be connected via USB, but I’m using an XLR cable to a Zoom H6 acting as my computer’s Audio Interface. The Zoom H6 lets me mix multiple audio inputs, directly monitoring the mic, control gain, enhance the audio (e.g., volume compression), etc.

video hardware

Built-in webcams typically produce terrible video (grainy, choppy, dark, and low resolution) and at the wrong angle. Dell is notorious for their “nostril” cameras, which are mounted below the screen. Therefore, I began my journey with equipment already at hand. For video I used an iPhone XS Max because it has an awesome camera. To make my iPhone act as a webcam, I used Kinoni’s EpocCam app and PC software. To hold the phone at the proper height and angle, I used a Ram Mount X-grip with an extension arm and custom base (a glass brick filled with decorative river stones). A wireless Qi charging pad from Anker was stuck to the back of the X-grip to supply continuous power.

Although the iPhone was a high-quality solution, I wanted a dedicated webcam because I kept forgetting it was still mounted above and behind my monitor. Not only did I keep leaving it behind, it was also inconvenient to use the phone, as a phone, in this configuration. Although the cameras on iPads and Touch iPods are not as good as recent iPhones, they could be a dramatic improvement over the built-in webcams you’re using. And EpocCam works with Android devices and on macOS as well, as well as other competitors that I’ve heard of from other users.

Before for buying a dedicated webcam, I also experimented with other “normal” cameras configured to work as webcams. One option was using the HAYOX capture device to convert HDMI output to USB input (e.g., when connecting a GoPro HERO8 Black in a Media Mod “cage”). But the latency and low-light performance was poor. I also converted a security camera I had on hand (the Wyze Pan Cam) into a webcam by applying a special firmware change. This was purely out of curiosity since the camera has an extremely large field of view that makes it undesirable except for the most desperate of users. You also lose the Pan/Tilt/Zoom controls and Infrared features, so it’s now restored back to its “security camera” configuration. And I can feed it into OBS as a secondary camera view using an iPad connected with an Apple HDMI adapter—it’s pretty cool, but not particularly useful for virtual meetings.

None of the above experiments compared to the performance of a dedicated webcam like the Logitech Brio (which is what I’m currently using). The less expensive Logitech C920s, C922, and StreamCam are also great alternatives. And I’ve craved pricer upgrades such as the HuddleCam HD or an Alpha-series Sony mirrorless camera (e.g., the wallet-busting a7S III). But those are more suited to professional streamers and media influencers that broadcast for a living.

The final piece of hardware equipment I have is a “green screen” (for chroma keying). I would NOT recommend it for most users, and I only use it for special situations. A lot of the software that I mention below can be used without it. Green screens can be tricky to set up because they must be evenly lighted (no shadows or brighter areas) and can “splash” a green glow onto the subject if the light angles or distance are wrong. And when the screen is far enough back from your position, then it has to be humongous to still fill the camera’s FOV (field of view)! I use the Valera Explorer 90 and even at this size it is a challenge to position so that it fills my webcam’s FOV. I wish it came with other color screens (chroma blue, neutral gray, and white), and I may make some by hand if the vendor doesn’t add them. I had originally contemplated a retractable ceiling-mounted backdrop that pulls down like a movie-projector screen. But I went with the Valera since it collapses easily and is small enough to store out-of-sight in a closet corner. If I were a professional streamer, and had a larger office/studio, then I’d probably go for a fixed screen (like this massive 8x8 foot backdrop) or perhaps a wall covered with special chroma green paint.

Software

I use multiple software programs to create the video feed used in virtual meetings. And the combination changes based on the look to be achieved. If I’m using a static image as my background, then no additional software is needed. Both Microsoft Teams and Zoom include excellent features that do background replacement.

A more complex composition, like my example video above, uses a few more tools. Let’s look at the layers (from front to back) and the tools used for each. In the foreground is a graphic with text that provides additional information. The broadcast industry calls this a “Lower Third” (or L3) since it typically appears at the bottom of the screen. In my example video above, my L3 is actually positioned in the upper right corner. It was created using the free art program Paint.NET but any graphics software (CorelDraw, Photoshop, Procreate, etc.) could be used. I save my L3 graphics in the PNG format since it lets me save images with transparent backgrounds. But also because PNG does a superior job of compressing mostly solid, non-gradient colored shapes and text, which is what most L3s are.

Both L3 examples above have a section for a ticker (scrolling text). This text is layered over the L3 and comes from, and is configured in, OBS. The ticker is a “Text” layer with a “Scroll” filter added. Below is a screen shot from OBS for an AFK (Away From Keyboard) screen. At the bottom (second pane from the left) is the SOURCES pane and it shows the two layers that make up the preview being displayed. The bottom layer is named “Please Stand By TV” and it pulls in the background image. On top of that is the ticker: a layer named “AFK Text” which contains the “I will be back in just a moment” message (including settings for placement, color, font, size, speed, opacity, etc.).

For my example video at the top of this article there is a middle layer, which is me via the webcam. In OBS this is a “Video Capture Device” layer type. However, there is a software component that sits between the Logitech Brio and OBS. The “Logitech Camera Settings” application lets me adjust and optimize the camera’s video. I adjust saturation, white balance, contrast, etc. to match the background (whether moving or static). For example, if it’s a sunny beach scene then I would set the white balance to a warmer golden cast, increase the contrast, and bump up the brightness so it matches the scene. I also adjust my office lighting so that the shadows fall in the same direction as in the background. If the background is of a thunderstorm at sea, then I would match my image with a cooler white balance (i.e., a subtle blue cast), a darker exposure, and less contrast. I’ve also taken the opposite approach, and selected backgrounds that already match the lighting in my office. With more believable backgrounds (like a photo of an office or kitchen versus the cockpit of a spaceship), the matched lighting has been realistic enough to cause people to think I was actually in those locations!

In addition to the camera’s utility software, OBS can also apply filters, and adjustments, and LUTs (adjustment Look Up Tables). A LUT is customized to both your specific camera and to your specific lighting conditions. To create a LUT, you first capture an image from your camera, which is taken under set lighting conditions. Then use a photo (or video) editing program to make adjustments to the captured image until it looks best. The adjustments are not applied directly to the captured image. Instead they are put on a separate layer, and you’re viewing your image through the adjustment layer. (Think of it as if you were painting on a pane of glass that is sitting on top of a photo.) Next, you replace, cover, or hide your captured image with a LUT reference table (original and unmodified). The LUT table is now sitting below those same adjustments. The results are flattened (the layers combined) and saved to a PNG image. This file is a custom LUT that can be applied to your camera’s output so all video gets the enhancements. Below is the before-and-after for a Wyze Pan Cam, a camera that’s optimized for security monitoring, not image quality. As you can see it adds a terrible yellow cast to the video, but with a custom LUT applied, the colors are much more natural.

For an animated, moving background I’ve been using YouTube videos. Yep, it’s just that simple! In OBS this is a “Browser” layer and would be positioned at the bottom. If your videoing or photographing your own (or when choosing someone else’s) backgrounds, be mindful of the angle. In a meeting, your webcam is at eye-level while seated! So choose/take photos at that same height to create more natural backgrounds.

Picking a good background is a balancing act. If it’s too plain, then the artificial outline—the edge where the computer cut you out from your real background—will be very noticeable. A bit of detail and texture in the background helps to hide that outline. If the scene is too busy and detailed, it becomes distracting and you blend with it instead of being in front of the background. In real TV studios they use a “hair light” to ensure distinction and depth—to make the person stand out from, instead of blend into, the background.

When removing and replacing your actual real-life background, you want it to be plain and as uniform as possible. A blank wall would be excellent. This helps the computer distinguish your outline from the background. Angle your lights and use baffles (I use foam core boards) so that the light falls on your face and shoulders but not on the wall behind you which are slightly darker. To prevent “hot spots” and deep shadows on your face, bounce the light off the walls instead of pointing lights directly on yourself. This will soften and diffuse the lighting and create a more appealing appearance.

While on the topic of texture and detail in background images, it’s important to not go overboard. Some software cannot cope with an image that is too intricate. I had a photo of the interior of the NASA space station. The original was too complicated for Microsoft Teams to even display. Also, you don’t want to overload the software by having it to constantly downscale large images. And photos from modern cameras and phones are massively oversized compared to a computer screen. They are so large they can crash your software. To prevent big images from slowing down or crashing my software, I proactively resize my backgrounds to “Full HD” size—that is, 1920 pixels wide by 1080 pixels tall. (This is also the size that MS Teams would reduce a background image to, so it saves the time and effort required to convert it every time,) And while I’m cropping, sizing, and enhancing backgrounds, I will also flip them so the incoming light in the image matches my actual lighting. For example, a background photo may have a window (with incoming light) that is on the left. I will flip that photo so the window is on the right-hand side, like my real-life window.

While we’re discussing software limits, don’t load too many backgrounds into your meeting software! I learned the hard way that MS Teams will crash if you have over 100 custom backgrounds. I now keep all my custom backgrounds in their own folder and only copy about 75 to MS Teams at a time. Below is a script I use to replace old custom backgrounds with a set of fresh “finished” images.

DEL /Q C:\Users\Craig\AppData\Roaming\Microsoft\Teams\Backgrounds\Uploads\*.jpg COPY /Y C:\Backgrounds\Finished\*.jpg C:\Users\Craig\AppData\Roaming\Microsoft\Teams\Backgrounds\Uploads\

Tips, Tricks, & Notes

Use a wired ethernet connection when video conferencing. It’s not only faster, but also more reliable and stable than WiFi.

The Zoom H6 can be used with an iPhone/iPad, even without AA batteries! When the H6 boots up, select PC (instead of iPAD) as the connected device.

Video processing can be intensive and requires a computer with sufficient capabilities. My Windows 10 PC has a Core i7-7700K at 4.2GHz, 32GB of RAM, a Samsung 850 Pro 512 SSD, 4 Toshiba 7200RPM 500GB drives in a RAID 5 array, an ASUS Prime Z270-AR motherboard, an Anker 10-port powered USB3.0 hub, a 1000 watt Corsair power supply feeding dual video cards, and a Corsair Hydro H100i liquid cooling system to supplement two case fans to keep the whole thing from burning itself out. This computer sits next to a window air conditioner that counters all the heat coming from this PC, the monitors, and accessories. Before the AC was installed the office could reach 80°F even in the dead of winter with all the heating vents closed.

[maximelebled]

2017

Howdy! Time for the yearly blog post! There's enough depressing stuff that happened this year, so I want to try and not focus too much on that; talk more about the positive and the personal. (I am looking back on this opening paragraph after writing everything else, and I don’t think that ended up true.)

I find it increasingly harder to just straight up talk about things, especially in a direct manner. I think it comes from continuing to realize that so many things are extremely subjective and everything has so much nuance to it that I feel really uncomfortable saying a straight "yes" or a straight "no" to a lot of questions ("Nazis are bad" is not one, though). Or even just a straight answer.

I always end up wanting to go into tangents, and I inevitably run into not being able to phrase that nuance. You know that feeling, when you know something, you have the thought in your head; it is so clear, right there in your head, it is crystal-clear to your soul, yet you have no idea how to word it, let alone doing so in 140/280/500 characters. Frustrating!

I guess I could just put a big disclaimer here, "I am not a paragon of absolute truth and don't start interpreting my words as 'Max thinks he is the authority on XYZ' because you'd be quite foolish to do so"; but that doesn't help that much. Online discourse, let alone presence, can be so tiresome these days; not to be too Captain Obvious, but, there are quite a lot of people that delight in engaging those they see as their "opponents" in bad faith.

As a white man, I don't have it that bad, but still, I'll continue to tell you one thing: the block button is extremely good and you should feel no shame in using it. It drastically improves your online experience. (There are some very clear signs that make me instantly slam the button. I’m sure you know which ones too.)

Anyway, regardless, it's hard to get rid of a habit, especially one you've unwillingly taken on yourself, so I apologize in advance for constantly writing all those "most likely", "probably", "maybe" words, and writing in a style that can come off as annoyingly hesitant sometimes.

I started watching Star Trek this year. My Netflix history tells me: January 29th for TOS/TAS, March 26th for TNG, June 3rd for DS9, November 9th for Voyager.

TOS was really interesting to watch. A lot of things stood out: the (relative) minimalism of the sets and the directing was reminiscent of theater, and even though that was, generally speaking, because that's how TV shows used to be made, it was still striking. From a historical perspective, "fascinating" would still be an ill-suited word to describe it. Seeing that this is where a lot of sci-fi concepts came from, suddenly understanding all the references and nods made everywhere else... it was also soothing to watch a show about mankind having finally united, having exploration and discovery as its sole goal. I feel like it wouldn't have made as big of an impact on me, had I watched it a year prior.

I've always thought of myself as rejecting cynicism, abhorring it, but it's harder and harder to hold on to that as time goes on. I still want to believe in the inner good of mankind, of people in general, but man, it's hard sometimes. I think what really gnaws at me most of the time is how so many of the little bits of good that we can, and are doing, individually, and which do add up... can get struck down or "wasted away" so quickly. The two examples that I have in mind: Bitcoin, this gigantic mess, the least efficient system ever designed by mankind, has already nullified a decade's worth of power savings from the European Union's regulations on energy-efficient light bulbs. And then there's stuff like big prominent YouTubers being, to stay polite, huge irresponsible fools despite the responsibility they have in front of a massive audience of very young people. It can be really depressing to think about the sheer scale of this kind of stuff.

What we can all do on an individual level still matters, of course! I try my best not to use my car, to buy local, reduce my use of plastic, optimize my power usage, etc.; speaking of that, I've often thought about making a small website about teaching the gamer demographic in general quick easy ways to save energy. There is so much misinformation out there, gamers who disable all the power-saving features of their hardware just to get 2 more frames per second in their games, people who overclock so much that they consume 60% more power for 10% more performance, the list goes on. Maybe I'll get around to it some day.

All this stuff going on makes it hard to want to project yourself far ahead in the future. Why plan ahead your retirement in 40 years when it feels like there's a significant chance the world will go to shit by then? It's grim... but it definitely makes me understand the saying "live like there's no tomorrow". Not that I'm gonna become an irresponsible person who burns all their savings on stupid stuff, but for the time being... I don't feel like betting on a better tomorrow, so I might as well save a little bit less for the far future and have a nicer present. You know the stories of American workers who got scammed out of their own 401k? That's, in essence, the kind of stuff I wish to avoid. If that makes sense.

Anyway, going off that long depressing tangent: something I liked a lot across The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, and Voyager, was how consistent they were. The style of directing, framing, camera movement, etc. was always very similar. Now, you can argue that's just how 80s and 90s TV shows on a budget, a 4:3 aspect ratio, and smaller SD screens worked, yes, but I do believe there is a special consistency that stuck out to me. I jumped into the newest series, Discovery, right after finishing Voyager (I don't plan on watching Enterprise) and the first two episodes were confusing to watch... shaky cam, a lot of traveling shots, shallow depth-of-field, and the tendency to put two characters at the extreme left and right of the frame.It’s a hell of a leap forwards in directing trends. It all gets better after the first two episodes, though.

I remember alluding to the King of Pain project in my last yearly post. I'm glad I managed to finally do it. I'd talk about it here, but why do it when I've made 70 minutes of video about it? (And unlike my previous behind-the-scenes videos, it's a lot more condensed, and hopefully entertaining.) Unfortunately for me, I completed the video in late June, with only a month left to the TI7 Short Film Contest deadline. So I ended up making two videos back-to-back. I had to buy a new laptop in order to finish the video during my yearly pilgrimage to Seattle. It was intense! And thankfully, I managed to pull off the Hat Trick: winning the contest three years in a row. I would like to think it's a pretty good achievement, but you know how us artists are in general; as soon as we achieve something, we start thinking "eh, it wasn't that good anyway" and we raise our bar higher still.

While I do intend to participate in the contest again next year, I know I'll most likely do something more personal, that would probably be less of a safe bet, now that the pressure of winning 3 in a row is gone. I already have a few ideas lined up...

... and I do have a very interesting project going on right now! If it goes through and I don't miserably land flat on my face (which, unfortunately, has a non-zero chance of happening), you'll see it in about a month from now.

I'm pretty happy to have reached a million views on all three of my shorts; a million and a half on the TI7 one, too... it might reach two million within six months if it keeps getting views at the current rate. It surprises me a bit that this might end up being my first "big" video, one that keeps getting put on people's sidebar by the all-mighty YouTube™ Algorithm™. There's often a disconnect between what you consider to be your best work, and what ends up being the most popular.

This reminds me that, a lot of the time, I get people who ask me if I'm a streamer or a "YouTuber". My usual answer is that I'm on YouTube, but I'm not a "YouTuber". I wholeheartedly reject that subculture, the cult of personalities, the attempts at parasocial relationships, and all that stuff. It's just not for me. Now, that said, I do hope to achieve 100k subscribers one day... I'm getting closer and closer every day! The little silver trophy for bragging rights would be neat.

My office was renovated by my dad while I was gone. It's much nicer now, and I finally have a place to put most of my Dota memorabilia. He actually sent me this picture I didn't know he'd taken, behind my back, in 2014; the difference is striking... (I think that game I'm playing is Dragon Age: Inquisition.)

Tinnitus. I first noticed my tinnitus when I was 20. I vividly remember the "hold on a second" moment I had in bed... man, if I'd known back then how worse it'd get. Then again, the game was rigged from the start; as a kid, I had frequent ear infections because my canals are weird and small. What didn't help either was the itching; back then, they thought it was mycosis... and treatment for that didn't help at all. Turns out it was psoriasis! Which I also started getting on my right arm that year. (It's eczema, it's itchy, it's chronic, and the treatment steroid cream. Or steroids.) Both conditions got worse since then, too.

Tinnitus becomes truly horrible when you start the doubt the noises you're hearing. When all you have is the impossible-to-describe high-pitched whine, things are, relatively speaking, fine. You know what the noise is, and you learn, you know not to focus on it. But with my tinnitus evolving, new "frequencies", I have, on occasion, started doubting whether I was hearing an actual noise or if it was just my inner ear and brain working in concert to make it up. So I end up thinking about it, actively, and that makes it come back. I had a truly awful week when, during an inner ear infection, the noise got so shrill, so overwhelming, I lost so much sleep over it. I couldn't tune it out anymore. It was like it was at the center of my head and not in my ears anymore. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'm not even sure that I'm in the clear yet regarding that. But, like I said, it's best if I don't dwell on it. Thinking of the noise is no bueno.

Really, the human body is bullshit. Here's another example. A couple months ago, I managed to bite the inside of my mouth three separate times. I hate when it happens, not because of the immediate pain, but because I already dread the mouth ulcer / canker sore (not sure which is the appropriate medical translation; the French word is "apthe"). Well, guess what: none of these three incidents had the bite degenerate into an ulcer... but one appeared out of nowhere, in a different spot, two weeks later. And while mouthwash works in the moment, it feels like it never actually helps... it's like I have to wait for my body to realize, after at least ten days, oh yeah, you know what, maybe I should take care of this wound in my mouth over here. And it always waits until it gets quite big. There's no way to nip these goddamn things in the bud when they're just starting.

But really, I feel like I shouldn't really complain? All in all, it could be much worse, so so so much worse. I could have Crohn's disease. I could have cancer. I could have some other horrible rare disease. Localized psoriasis and tinnitus isn't that bad, as far as the life lottery goes. As far as I'm aware, there's nothing hereditary in my family, besides the psoriasis, and the male pattern baldness. I wonder how I'll deal with that one ten, fifteen years down the line...

Just as I'm finishing writing this, the Meltdown & Spectre security flaws have been revealed... spooky stuff, and it makes me glad I still haven't upgraded my desktop PC after five years. I've been meaning to do it because my i7 4770 (non-K) has started being a bit of a bottleneck, that and my motherboard has been a bit defective the whole time (only two RAM slots working). But thankfully I didn't go for it! I guess I will once they fix the fundamental architectural flaws.

The Y2K bug was 18 years late after all.

Here's a non-exhaustive list (because I’m trying to skip most of the very obvious stuff, but also because I forget stuff) of media I enjoyed this year:

Series & movies:

Star Trek (see above)

Travelers

The Expanse

Predestination (2014)

ARQ

Swiss Army Man

Video games:

Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

Horizon: Zero Dawn

What remains of Edith Finch

Uncharted: Lost Legacy

Wolfenstein II

Super Mario Odyssey

Metroid: Samus Returns

OneShot

Prey

Music:

Cheetah EP by James Hunter USA

VESPERS by Thomas Ferkol

Some older stuff from Demis Roussos and Boney M.... and, I'll admit reluctantly, still the same stuff: Solar Fields, the CBS/Sony Sound Image Series, Himiko Kikuchi, jazz fusion, etc. I'm still just as big a sucker for songs that ooze with atmosphere. (I've been meaning to write some sort of essay on Solar Fields... it's there, floating in my head... but it's that thing I wrote earlier: you know the idea, intimately, but you're not sure how to put it into words. Maybe one day!)

I think that's about it this year. I hope to write about 2018 in better terms!

See you next year.

#year in review

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The StreamCam was made with content developers in mind, as it can quickly switch over from landscape to picture by merely revolving the camera. The wise autofocus and direct exposure take a great deal of the guesswork out of establishing the perfect shot. Logitech basically made a much better, upgraded variation of the C922.

The StreamCam handles to hold its emphasis consistently, even in low-light atmospheres, you know what I'm speaking about you bedroom streamers. Although the StreamCam is among the much more pricier non-4K options around, the picture top quality alone deserves every dime, specifically if you're serious concerning your game streams or video clip material.

Unless you're trying to find quality features in a webcam, after that there is no better worth than the Logitech C922 HD Pro. Its sharp 1080p photos, matched with a broad field of vision as well as great autofocus, make it a great selection for video clip conferencing. Lowlight efficiency is great also; the noise level really did not shoot through the roofing system when I switched off a few lights.

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The majority of the settings can be changed via Logitech's Video camera Application, a separate vehicle driver download. Streamers must likewise value C922's superb compatibility with the history replacement app, ChromaCam. Overall, the Logitech C920 executes its core obligations incredibly well and also will not make you go broke. For streamers, the C922 is a flexible cam that will certainly help make you look you're best when livestreaming to your myriad of wild followers.

Having good illumination can minimize the demand for direct exposure compensation and aesthetic noise. The Razer Kiyo has a ring light baked right in, making it ideal for any illumination condition, even pitch black. The light's strength can be readjusted by turning its dial in its external area, giving you complete control over just how brightly you desire your face to show up.

The Kiyo's 1080p sensor boasts outstanding intensity and also captures lots of information. Autofocusing is fast, as well as its white balance is on factor also. Out of all the cams I have actually evaluated, the Razer Kiyo has the highest shade saturation. When the illumination is good, it can aid include a lot of vividness to your pictures.

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The lack of a chauffeur software implies you'll have to readjust the color Newark IT consulting firm account for every application separately, and it's something you'll likely wish to do. With all points taken into consideration, the Razer Kiyo still has superb image high quality. The connected ring light includes an added little adaptability, gaining it the crown as one of the most functional cam.

On top of that, its 90-degree field of view can conveniently catch your entire room as well as any guests in it. So take care, you will be in shot. White balance and also saturation are both excellent, as is its reduced light performance. The only mild detractor in image high quality is its iffy automobile contrast settings.

Along with its impressive recording resolution, the BRIO is additionally the only cam that supports HDR capturing. This suggests that viewers who have an HDR suitable screen will have the ability to take pleasure in richer, extra brilliant colors. The BRIO has 3 significant weaknesses, nevertheless: buggy autofocus, high price, and narrow specific niche.

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This was very irritating as I had to either adjust it by hand or maniacally dance around hoping that it would at some point track me once more. Thinking about 4K is its only major stamina, the virtually $180 asking cost is hard to accept. Finally, widespread support for 4K streaming just isn't here yet.

Because of this, we've included it in our testing software application collection along with Skype. In both applications, we examine the video clip top quality at the optimum sustained resolution. For streaming and video clip recording, OBS is still our selection best app, while pictures are recorded in the default Windows Video camera app. I utilized OBS to both livestream and record video clip from each electronic camera, examining them both fullscreen as well as reduced to a "facecam" dimension.

Each of these situations were tested with multiple lights setups from overhead fluorescent bulbs to absolutely nothing yet the radiance of the display in front of me. The procedure of choosing the appropriate cam is similar to selecting a good cam. Many of the metrics we make use of to establish electronic camera top quality likewise relates to webcams.

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Although a number of us have actually committed microphones, the onboard microphone can come in useful when in a pinch. One of the best determiners of picture high quality is the quantity of sound present in a picture. When illumination is ample, many webcams have no difficulty creating good image quality. The additional high quality of the best webcams is a lot more properly reflected in low light, nonetheless, where the electronic camera needs to electronically make up for the absence of light.

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Tyler Lizenby/CNET Vivints of the world. As opposed to securing you into a multiyear agreement, a lot of DIY systems offer you the versatility to selected how and also when you monitor your house. That usually indicates you can authorize up for a monitoring service on an optional basis as well as cancel whenever-- without very early termination costs or various other surprise fees.

That's due in large part to its wide array of devices. Its starter package costs simply $230 and undertook an equipment upgrade just recently that looks better than previously. You still need to pay a minimum of $15 each month to access any remote security features (something that's typically used free of charge with various other systems), however Simpli Safe's remarkable variety of devices as well as strong performance make it our leading choice in general.

Find out more: Chris Monroe/CNET House has every one of the conventional sensors as well as gadgets for an easy entry-level security system. It integrates with Amazon.com Alexa, IFTTT and Nest for voice-enabled equipping as well as disarming, along with various other innovative automations. You can add devices to the system a la carte.

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It likewise sustains Zigbee and also Z-Wave, which implies you can attach the system to a large selection of third-party devices so you can control everything from within the Residence application. I wish you really did not have to use House's internet app to make custom-made rules as well as automations, yet this scalable self-install system provides trusted performance at an excellent value.

Find out more: Tyler Lizenby/CNET The $499 Nest Secure alarm system starter pack comes with one Guard hub, two Tag key fobs and also two Discover door/window/motion sensors. You can arm and also deactivate the system by getting in a PIN code on the Guard's integrated key pad, by touching a paired Tag fob over the top of the Guard hub-- or by transforming the setting in the related Nest application for Android and also i Phone.

By doing this, you can open up a home window, grab the paper from your front backyard-- and also more-- without having to disarm your Nest Secure system. Review the Nest Secure testimonial . Now playing: Watch this: Nest's alarm system is expensive, yet safe The above listing covers our favorite self-install house security systems, yet there are various other alternatives out there.

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Chris Monroe/CNET Honeywell's Smart Residence Protection System is a DIY kit. The system's primary hub is called the Video camera Base Terminal; it's equipped with 1080p high-definition real-time streaming, a 145-degree viewing angle as well as complimentary 24-hour cloud storage (this will alter to 3 days during a future upgrade). You can additionally contribute to the system with an array of optional accessories.

Right here's the checklist of bundled kits and also standalone devices, with pricing: Beginner Kit (Cam Base Station, 2 Accessibility Sensors, Key Fob)-- $500Camera Base Station-- $400Door as well as Home Window Accessibility Sensing Units-- $40Key Fob-- $30Motion Sensor-- $50Indoor Activity Audience-- $99Outdoor Motion Audience-- $199 Check Out the Honeywell Smart Home Safety System review .

Pay $10 each month for specialist tracking, cellular and also battery backup and also a variety of various other functions. (Check Out even more about Precursor's tracking solutions.) Precursor deals with Amazon.com Alexa for equipping and also disarming, yet it doesn't have much accessories to pick from. Review the Precursor Alarm House Safety System evaluation .

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Its optional $200 expansion kit includes a smoke detector, a carbon monoxide gas detector and also a water leakage sensing unit. Unlike the various other DIY systems on this list, Smart Things' system includes contract-free expert tracking from ADT. It begins at $15 monthly and goes up to $35 per month for full tracking of both "life safety" and also "house safety and security" products.

Choosing a residence safety and security system can seem frustrating yet it need not be this way. You can tailor your surveillance system to match your budget as well as requirements with a lot less headache than you might imagine. Maybe you're wanting to develop a brand-new system from the ground up? Maybe you already have a system in position and also you require takeover house protection so a new firm can presume control of that existing system? In any case, it pays to have a thorough understanding of your myriad options when it concerns one of the most effective smart house protection system.

With these gadgets, you pop a magnet onto your door or window with the sensor and also tiny alarm device nearby. When the electromagnetic field is breached, you'll listen to a piercing alarm so with this small step alone, you'll much more secure in your home. If you want to tip points up a notch, dial-out safety and security systems make use of an emergency dialer to signal your cellular phone, a family members member, or your neighborhood protection business in the occasion of a trigger.

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You can also include flooding, smoke, and also temperature sensing units to expand the scope of your home safety. Installment is super-simple as well as these systems are pretty user-friendly even if you're not the greatest tech-lover. This is a fantastic means to get going into even more ambitious residence safety and security systems without excessive commitment.

Many thanks to the Web of Things, you can remotely manage door locks and lights to improve your entrance as well as departure using just your phone. Control reaches thermostats, lawn sprinkler systems, and also also pet feeders. Together with sensing units and motion detectors, you'll require a hub to enable communication with your safety and security devices using Z-Wave, Zigbee, Wi Fi or a mesh network like Insteon.

So ... We'll start with an option of techniques to safety and security electronic cameras before going on to locks, activity sensing units as well as complete alarm systems. Possibly you're checking out all the elements of an effective home protection system as well as believing a straight-up safety cam would be ample for you. If that holds true, you've got lots of options covering inside your home and also outdoors.

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Attached to your residence Wi Fi, you'll be notified when anybody approaches the door. You can after that connect with them using your cellular phone. The added advantage is that you'll have the ability to keep your eyes on points afar so you truly can unwind on getaway confident your residence is fully protected.

Ring Video Clip Doorbell Ring dominates the home safety and security space with their easy to use, tech-driven appliances for all aspects of your clever residence. Although the style is smooth as well as understated, the buzzer itself is quite bulky at 5 x 2 1/2 x 1 inches so hesitate if you live somewhere with limited doorframe area.

Wire the Ring to your exisiting bell or use it independently. While set up is not intricate, be person and also anticipate a tiny discovering contour. Once you're up and also running, this is an extremely straightforward item of set. The app is intuitive and also the user interface a pleasure to utilize. For a well-founded video doorbell video camera that proceeds to sell out worldwide, there's no replacement for the Ring Video Clip Buzzer.

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Get full HD video clip insurance coverage of your home also if it's dark Live-View feed allows you to keep an eye on points in actual time wherever you remain in the world Alexa-enabled so you can control access with your digital assistant No free video storage so variable this right into your budget If you want extremely reliable 2-in-1 functionality, your ideal wager is a protection camera with integrated flood lamps.