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Candy’s Regulars | 1

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Pairings: Camgirl!Reader X SVT

Constant Warnings: Group masturbations (sometimes), smut, use of toys, kink usage, language

Chapter Notes: This is the first official chapter of this series. I hope you’ll enjoy it and please don’t hesitate to leave feedback, good or not. Thank you for reading! The story will be in POV’s but it’ll be in third person limited (search it up), there will be no smut in this chapter, its more about you getting to know your lovely regulars more ;) That just means the next chapter will be filled to the brim with smut, also, Cheol has a hamster, enjoy that XD

Chapter Warnings: language

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Jeonghan’s POV

Jeonghan was in awe. He didn’t know what to do or how to act with the message invite that seemed to be mocking the scream he gave as he slammed his computer shut two minutes ago.

“Okay, Han. You can do this. It’s not that big a deal. Your favorite cammer sends you an invite to be in a group chat. Happens all the time.” He tried to hype himself, his shaking hand hovering the mouse over the accept button as he screams internally.

He gave a final sigh, pressing the right mouse button before squeezing his eyes shut. After a minute of having his eyes closed, he peeped one open, seeing the active chat that he was now a part of.

candy_princess: Oh good, Hanni is here!

He winced as he heard his audible whimper. God, he could only imagine what his name would sound like coming out of your mouth.

thetigerkingKS: Ayye, welcome to the VIP’s dude

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Holy fuck that just hit me- We’re Candy’s VIP’s bro

DroopyEyedJun: We the superior ones-

Jeonghan gave a small laugh as he read the chat, the men that were with him certainly were funny.

PrettyHanni: Ahh, i would have joined sooner but i was having an internal crisis, i guess you can call it.

S_Cheol: So basically, you were fanboying?

GentleHong: Dude, who wouldn’t fanboy over Candy?

DivaBoo: EXPOSED

HappyVirusMinnie: OOF

With a shake of his head, Jeonghan typed out a reply, figuring there was no sense in hiding his blatant fanboy moment.

PrettyHanni: Oh yeah? Don’t sit there and tell me you didn’t freak the fuck out

skyscraperGYU: I know for sure i did

S_Cheol: oh im not, i literally threw my phone across my room and scared my hamster-

Jeonghan laughed loudly as he got himself comfortable on his bed, propping his laptop on his lap.

candy_princess: AWW you have a hamster?!

S_Cheol: haha, yea i do, he’s a little shit though

sweaterpaws_Wonwoo: Dude dont disrespect your hamster like that smh

S_Cheol: okay well when he decides to crawl into your hoodie sleeve and bite your armpit then you’ll realize-

As Jeonghan was reading (and laughing) the chat, he started thinking. He’s been watching your lives for a long time now, almost a year and a half, with the same thirteen men on a constant, yet he knew nothing about them. Then again, most people don’t try and make friendships of the basis ‘Hey, i jack off to this camgirl and i know you do too, wanna hang out?’ He gave a laugh at that thought, just imagining the scenario until he was brought back to reality by the chat.

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Hey, Candy? can i ask something

candy_princess: of course!

SuperiorMaknaeDino: I’m not complaining, but why did you make this group chat?

iconicboyhansol: I’ve been wondering that too

As Jeonghan read what he typed he tilted his head, getting lost in his thoughts once more. Why did you make the chat? What was so special about the thirteen of them that possessed you, who rarely did private streams and never did private chats to want to talk to them like this?

candy_princess: oh..well to be honest with you guys, it was mainly to say thank you for alway supporting my streams. Hell =, you guys definitely donate the most out of any of my viewers, you practically pay my rent, so i just wanted to get to know the men responsible for my happy living.

musicgodWoozi: im not crying, my goldfish stepped on my eye-

FashionistaHao: Imma be a man and admit, my eyes wet af rn

Jeonghan didn’t know how to stop his heart from pounding against his chest. He knew you were cute but this was an entire nother level of adorable and Jeonghan liked it way more than he should have.

candy_princess: Noooo, don’t cry please :<

S_Cheol: You tell us that adorable information and expect us not to be soft, Princess?

PrettyHanni: Honestly, you just became 10x more adorable to me-

He chuckled as he watched the other guys tease you for your adorable mini speech. It was strange, it almost felt normal how comfortable he felt talking with you and the others, like he belonged there with them.

iconicboyhansol: i needa google how to not fall in love with a woman ive never met-

candy_princess: awww guys >~< my blush is real right now- but seriously, you guys make my camming so much more fun than it used to be and i appreciate that~

musicgodWoozi: We appreciate you too, Princess, i don't know any other men that would drop everything at the notification that you are live

Jeonghan chuckled at what he said, never relating to a sentence more in his life.

candy_princess: which is why i wanted to offer something...

Jeonghan’s brow quirked in interest, sitting up a bit straighter as he read your message.

DroopyEyedJun: What do you mean, baby?

candy_princess: I wanted to ask if you all would be interested in doing a few private streams, one on one, and possibly filming with me, one on one, if youre up for it...

Jeonghan’s breath hitched in his throat, causing him to go into a coughing fit, almost dropping his laptop. He was speechless. One on one cam streams as well as filming with you..holy fuck he was getting lost in his imagination.

S_Cheol: Oh fuck..you actually mean it?

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Oh fuck please don’t be playing

candy_princess: Im dead serious, i swear, but only if you all want to.

Jeonghan didn’t hesitate as he typed out his answer.

PrettyHanni: Oh fuck yes, i am 100% down

S_Cheol: me too

iconicboyhansol: Id rather die than say no, so hell yea

DroopyEyedJun: Please yes-

sweaterpaws_Wonwoo: I think i speak for all of us, so they dont gotta type, that all of us are up for it, babe

candy_princess: Then how about i message you guys privately and we can set a time and schedule?

S_Cheol: works for us baby

candy_princess: Ill start tomorrow morning but its late and i need rest if im going to be giving special treatment tomorrow ;)

Jeonghan gave a deep sigh, heart practically failing from the thoughts of getting private cams from you as well as the opportunity of filming with you. He could feel himself getting excited just at the thought of it.

GentleHong: Alright, Princess, get some sleep okay, but first drink some water and get a shower before you get too sleepy.

candy_princess: yes sir ;)

GentleHong: fUck-

Jeonghan chuckled as he watched you say your goodbyes, his own tiredness starting to set into his body as a few of them said their own goodbyes, his included. He shut off his laptop and ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he thought about the night he just had. From getting off work to jacking off as you pleased yourself on camera, to being offered the chance to be with you one on one. He was in awe. He stopped wallowing in his thoughts and got out of bed, changing into some pajama’s before getting into bed, mind not entirely prepared for what the next days would bring.

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CHAPTER ONE When do you know that you are broken? I mean literally at a point where nothing anyone could do would fix things, would fix... You. I dont know why I am the way I am exactly but I know I have lived a far from normal life. I lost both my parents by the time I was 13. Thats where my story starts. Not because I want to emphasize the impact it had on me emotionally, mentally, or physically but because I honestly dont remember a lot before that time. Have you ever watched a movie while you were half asleep and fell asleep and the next day you remember bits and pieces but cant make sense of it? Well, that was my childhood. I guess I subconsciously blocked out a lot. Anyway... It was February 11th, 3 days before valentines day... I didnt come from a wealthy family so we couldnt always afford to do the fun stuff when it came down to school events and whatever.... This time was different. My mom was a diehard romantic, the kind that read those cheezy novels from the grocery store and the kind that would waltz around the living room with me and tell me how one day I would make someone the luckiest girl in the world. (You get an A for effort mom, not exactly the most accurate statement but it was a nice gesture.) Well, my heart fueled mother convinced my dad to let us get me a tux for the Valentines Day dance. I was excited. That actually doesnt do it justice, I was ecstatic. I had only been to one other dance at that point in my life and it was "5th quarter" some lame ass dance they did every friday after the football games. This one was different. I was in 6th grade, this was the biggest dance of the year for that grade, and Nikki (my first crush) was going, and she didnt have a date! (later she broke my heart by hooking up with one of my friends, moreless right in front of me. But that story is for another time...) Nikki was cute, extremely cute. 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We went home and spoke to my sister Lynsey briefly and then left for preperations, she was 3 years older than me and my family was pretty cool with the amount of trust they put into us so she had the house to her self until we were back. She didnt want to go because it wasnt important to her, I dont remember what she said but it broke my heart that she didnt care about the only real thing I had ever been genuinely interested in on top of the fact that it moreless downplayed my first romantic experience into something undesirable... I am truly grateful that my "little" big sister stayed home. We lived right off the only major higway that ran smack through the middle of the 4 cities in the area, just behind the local radio station, the tux rental shop was about 15 minutes away. My mom had already made arrangements for me to try on several of the more popular styles. (She was almost as excited as me... I may have told her about Nikki) She really was amazing, I was her only son and my Nana had told me about how my mother had wanted a little boy since she was playing with dolls as a girl. (I was her miracle and she dedicated her life to me, ... maybe a bit much as my sisters constantly accused me of being the favorite.) She was very chatty about the night on the ride there, motherly advice with girls and such... I was a bit embarrassed but I actually listened even though I was pretendinding to ignore her the whole time. I had to maintain what little sense of pride I had in at least being cooler than my parents... (Even though they were OG hippies and how TF did I compete with people that were so confident that they could smoke weed and fuck in the middle of a crowd...) She told me to be a gentleman and be nice to all girls but to make the obe I was interested in the center of my focus but not be so focused that I make her feel as if she was being watched. 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They told me I was "lucky". I did not feel lucky. I never have. It was another month after I woke up from the coma before they even told me anything. I was in intensive care, on more drugs than should ever be given to an 11 year old child, concussed, and had just been in a coma for weeks but I vividly remembering asking "Wheres Mommy?" when I woke up. My Dad had to leave the room and I didnt understand why at the time. I thought he didnt want to see me because I was damaged. I think this was the first time I ever actually felt lonely. The next week was a lot of laying in bed constantly being told not to move much and being fed morphine intravenously on the hour. Sometimes it would make me sleep, sometimes it would numb me a little but I still hurt a lot but my Dad stayed by my bed the entire time day and night and the "man" in me kept quiet to show him how tough I was. I hadnt been able to spend this much time with my dad in years. I loved it as much as I hated it. 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But I faced them, I had determination that was picked up off the old man but I had something else that few will understand. For those that do I am truly sorry, for whatever tragedy has befallen you it altered the very base foundation of your structure or so to speak it changed you completely and the person you were before is gone. Im talking about that trapped feeling like you are being held hostage by the world. You wake up, participate, dredge through life with no purpose, and prepare yourself to do the same again the next day. Because you have to. This feeling controls you and turns you into its slave. Everything loses meaning including relationships. I survived by dying. To be continued...

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