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“Hey.”

Namgyu already felt himself waking up, but he didn’t want to leave this peaceful state and jump into the responsibility of his “job” and only turned away from the person waking him up. 

“Hey!”

There was a push, a nudge, even a full-on kick—Namgyu groaned but didn’t give in, only wrapping himself tighter in his bedsheets.

“You’re really gonna make me do this huh…” They walked out of the room and not long after, a clanging of pots and pans echoed in his room.

“Wake up you lazy bum!” Mina screeched. Namgyu thrashed around in his mountain of bedsheets. Mina was like a bee that kept flying too close to his ear and her incessant buzzing of “wake up” is what forces Namgyu to start his day.

He groaned and pushed himself up from his bed. “Okay shut up! You didn’t need to do all that.”

“You know, I was this close to strangling you so be glad I only brought these out.” Mina’s lips grew into a cheshire grin and eyes widened, momentarily reveling in her victory.

Namgyu grabbed his phone on the nightstand and checked the time to see that it was 9:45 AM before falling back onto his bed. “It’s so early…”

“I know you have a lot on your plate today, so I woke you up early. Your tweet did numbers! Go use the shower, I just finished,” Mina said before walking out to return the kitchenware. She was in pajamas and hair was wrapped up in a towel and she had a face mask on. “Knock ‘em dead, unnie!”

Namgyu scoffed and shook his head, glowering at Mina as she slinked out of his room. “You can’t call me unnie when I still look like this!”

Namgyu knows what tweet she’s talking about. He announced that he would momentarily discount his 30-minute video call fee where he will show his face from ₩3.5 million down to ₩1 million. His followers jumped on that chance like an unsuspecting bunny had just walked into the lion’s den. Namgyu mostly operated faceless—not keen on having anyone in his real life finding out about his new career path. But whenever he would give the opportunity to show his face, he would price it so high that anyone subscribed to him would be hurting their pockets if they ever wanted to see him.

But lately he felt like blurring that line of anonymity between him and his little cult fanbase. He got new makeup from an online shopping spree and didn’t want any of it to go to waste—and also to get his money back because holy shit he needs to start buying drugstore brands instead of defaulting to Face Shop.

“Why don’t you just do a special discount for your subs?” He remembers Mina shouting while she was doing her makeup in the bathroom for her job as a dancer at the strip club. “You already have a ton of horny men dying to see what you look like and you’re not even that ugly.”

“‘Not that ugly.’ Wow, okay.” Namgyu snorted at the read and fished out another Nori piece to munch on.

“I’m serious! C’mon tweet it out right now.” Mina quickly spritzed on setting spray and came to sit next to Namgyu on the couch to coax him into actually sending that tweet. “No need to thank me later.”

And she was right because his whole week quickly got filled up with people who bought time slots that he ended up making way over ₩63 million. Good progress for him to make up his debt from falling for a crypto scam (he swears that he would strangle MG Coin the first chance he gets).

Namgyu slid out of his bed and went into the bathroom, bringing his towel and robe. The air was still thick with warm condensation and the mirror had a clear patch, probably from Mina wiping it. Namgyu discarded his pajamas into his designated laundry bin and hopped into the shower, turning the temperature a few degrees shy of scorching hot. It’s been a while since he’s indulged himself with an everything shower; and what better way to kickstart the week of playing with yourself for a bunch of thirsty men than an everything shower? After several minutes of using an exfoliating glove to thoroughly scrub every reachable inch of his body, he washed and conditioned his hair while thinking of how today will pan out for him.

Today he had 3 people to call, all spaced out from each other because Namgyu wasn’t about to lose his mind going on back to back calls with these men who automatically saw him as a lesser being. But the one thing he loved about being a professional online sex worker, everybody who wanted to see him had to adhere to his schedule. Despite giving so much of himself to online strangers, he was still the one that had the power in this exchange—at least, that’s how he sees it.

Namgyu rarely did calls because of how high he priced it, and the overlooming fear of having his real identity be exposed (though that hasn’t happened to him, yet). But there were those subscribers few and far between who would buy time slots and Namgyu had a very specific image that he wanted to sell them; a trashy party girl named Heejin who just wants some big strong and older man to fund her self-destructive life, but it was evident that Heejin was a very effeminate gay man who just loved crossdressing. Heejin looked a damn mess, but her appearance was still cohesive enough to be presentable to others. She was heavily inspired by 2000s makeup, wore wigs, her body was littered with tattoos (a lot of them Namgyu got from his time in Club Pentagon) and was in her best—usually lingerie sets—for her oppa. She came off as a little shy but when it came to pleasing her oppa she is everything but. She was a never-ending well of sexual confidence and knew her way around a dick—or a dildo in Namgyu’s case.

Namgyu precisely assembled the layers of Heejin so that it could easily rile up any closeted old fart who “accidentally” came across his page; a flavor of gay porn that was palatable to both those who knew what they were and those so deep in the closet that they would never admit to it in their lifetimes. In other words, it was the ultimate money making machine.

Namgyu turned off the shower and reached for his towel to wipe himself dry. He changed into his robe and wrapped his towel around his hair. The steam that lingered felt like a luxury, Namgyu remembers when he had to take ice cold showers in the dark when his bank account only had less than ₩150,000 so as to not hike up that month’s bill and make things easier for Mina. But once he got his big break, he made sure to revel in the pinkish skin he’d retain after every shower.

Next came shaving; Namgyu instinctively wiped the mirror cabinet before opening it and fished out his razors—one for his face and body—and shaving cream. Shaving was already pretty ingrained in Namgyu’s routine, he wasn’t a big fan of having facial hair and opted to be clean-shaven. It takes less than 40 minutes to fully shave his body and his extensive skincare routine takes even less. Namgyu wanted to be glowing for those who paid to see him on their grubby laptop screens.

He removed the towel from his hair and forcefully squeezed out any water before putting in a leave-in conditioner. Even though most of the people who booked calls with him had requested that he wear a specific wig, Namgyu didn’t play with his hair health.

After putting his contacts in, he finally left the bathroom and went into his room. His first call was 12 PM on the dot and right now it was almost 11 AM. He went into his closet for some boxers and shorts to change into before sitting down at his desk, which had his laptop and a cup of water that he’d left on there from the night before. Namgyu quickly logged into OnlyFans and read over the specific users and their requests to refresh his memory.

Most of their users were just the default names OnlyFans had generated for them; a random English word with a jumble of numbers at the end.

The first person was a user who Namgyu quickly identified as “the feet guy”. He’d been subscribed for the past 6 months and for every two weeks he would always send a paid request for Namgyu to send feet pics or film himself giving a dildo a footjob. 

Namgyu scrolled down to his buyer’s note which read:

“Aw, how nice of him,” Namgyu muttered to himself plainly. But he wondered briefly, what type of job did this guy have? It was something he wondered everytime he would look at a subscriber’s name and what they paid for. 

How much of your hard-earned money are you blowing on some internet whore?

Namgyu glanced at fingernails. He had already gone to the salon with Mina the day before and gotten a mani pedi with white polish so that step was already done. Since the feet guy was into this whole angel aesthetic, very much the opposite of what Heejin is, Namgyu decided to opt for a slightly softer look that looked in character for Heejin so that he wouldn’t have to do much but touch up in between calls.

Namgyu moved over to his vanity; it was pretty small as it only filled up space in the corner of his room. It had a Hello Kitty mirror that had built-in LED lights—one of the first things Namgyu splurged on—and different makeup products were scattered around (and an unopened parcel from Face Shop). He doesn’t remember the last time he actually cleaned it up, but he never really had a reason to. He doesn’t invite people over so the only person who would see this mess would be him or Mina.

Namgyu sat down on a stool and picked up the go-to products for his base. After priming, he decided to go light on the foundation, concealer, and contour and really focus on the eye look. He ripped open the Face Shop parcel to dig his claws into the new products. There was this eyeshadow palette that immediately caught his attention because of its assortment of glitter shades that Namgyu was sorely lacking. It may have also been that this was a viral product that everyone and their mother was raving about online. Mina had one too and wouldn’t stop saying how pretty it was everyday before leaving for work. So yeah, he bought into the hype.

He grabbed one of his commonly-used palettes to apply the mattes first; White eyeshadow across his whole eye area before carefully blending in a dark grey on his eyelid. Then came the fun part, the glitter shades. He opened the new palette and—

“What the fuck?!” Namgyu’s jaw dropped as he looked at all of the pans out of place, most of them cracked, and the shade that he fell in love with on the website looked like it was ground into a fine dust.

Mina walked into his room, eyebrows knit in confusion. “What happened, why’re you yelling?”

Namgyu got up and showed Mina the absolutely horrific state of the palette, making her gasp. “You need to get your money back because holy shit, Gyu…”

Namgyu checked the time. “Fuck, my first call’s in ten–now nine minutes.”

“What were you doing this whole time?”

“Girl, we kinda have the same job, what do you think I was doing?”

Mina pressed her lips into a thin line and gave Namgyu that look, basically telling him to cut it with his cattiness, but focused her attention for the sad excuse of a palette. “Well, it’s glitter. You can still use this… I think?” Mina then sneezed, sending glitter particles flying everywhere. “Nevermind, I’ll just give you my palette for today.”

“Get me my platinum blonde wig too! The medium-length one, not the bob or 20-inch one.” Mina’s room was bigger than his, which meant she got the bigger closet. When Namgyu started to pop out as Heejin, Mina agreed to store his wigs for him.

Mina closed the palette and brought it with her outside and Namgyu rushed into his closet to find his white lingerie set and tossed it onto his bed. He went back to his vanity to finish the rest of his look; eyebrows, applying falsies, mascara, blush, highlighter, and the requested pink glossy lip before setting his face with powder and spray. Mina came back with her palette and the wig in question and Namgyu took them from her hands with a quick “thanks”. Back to his bed, he got out of his clothes and changed into the lingerie set. He bent down and pulled out the container of dildos he kept hidden under his bed and fished out a particularly girthy one. It was tan and was one of those toys with suction cups so you could stick it to the wall.

In the bathroom, he tied his hair up and put it all into a wig cap, and pinned down the wig with bobby pins. He took Mina’s palette and dabbed that glitter shade onto his lids that he couldn’t use earlier and sprayed his face again for good measure.

Namgyu looked at himself in the mirror, carefully arranging any stray hairs, and smiled. Now he was Heejin , a whole new person.

Virtually unrecognizable.

At this point in the transformation, Namgyu would’ve taken some time to take some selfies, admiring the hard work he put into not looking like himself. But he was going to have to do that until after the first call, he was in a time crunch.

He doused the sex toy in warm water, thoroughly scrubbing every inch of it with hand soap, something he probably should’ve done earlier. He quickly dries it off and goes back to his room, grabbing his laptop and a bottle of lube from his nightstand and setting up shop on his bed so he can finally start his first call out of many this week.

Namgyu braces himself and lets his first patient customer into the call.

“Oppa,” he pitches up his voice and coquettishly bats his eyelashes at the camera. “I heard you just got your paycheck.”

The first two calls go smoothly… enough.

Namgyu hosts his calls through Zoom since it doesn’t show off any personal information. The person paying would have their camera turned off, only their mic being on, leaving Namgyu to do all the work which was fine by him.

His first call with the feet guy was… okay? He was the type to kiss ass and over compliment, not that that was inherently a bad thing, but Namgyu was quick to annoy. He sounded like somebody’s corny divorced father—shit, could that be why he was a fan of Namgyu?

Namgyu’s bed was pushed up next to a wall, which is why he picked out a suction cup dildo in the first place. If he was going to give this stranger anything, he helped Namgyu increase the dexterity in his feet. Now he can throw shit with his feet whenever he and Mina get into stupid arguments and freak her out. And he was one of the good ones, giving Namgyu a 50% tip after their call was over.

For his second call, the other person didn’t request for any specific appearance, so he stuck with looking like the feet guy’s ideal woman to save time and energy.

His second caller was a recent subscriber, less than a week old. His buyer’s note was more straight to the point:

No-nonsense, direct, knows what he wants; Namgyu was ready to peg this man (who he quickly realized fit exactly in one of his demographics; closeted old men) as one of the good ones. That was until he ended the call early and didn’t even fucking tip him!

Now, his last caller. This user was specifically one that Namgyu had been dreading. It was the only name out of the three that wasn’t an OnlyFans generated one. 

His username was ‘BigDickInfinite230’ and this guy was weird . 

Okay, not weird as in harassing Namgyu on everything and threatening to doxx him-weird, more like being really eccentric over text and way too into Marvel-weird. Hell, back when Namgyu was still starting this new hustle over two years ago, this guy sent him money through his tip jar for Namgyu to buy a premium Thanos-themed dildo before even subscribing to him. 

And of course Namgyu bought it.

Not even that, BigDickInfinite230 was inadvertently the reason that Mina found out about his Namgyu’s new job.

“Fuck—Thanos, you’re so good to me,” Namgyu mewled out as convincingly as possible as he rode on the Thanos dildo. This new subscriber was keen on Namgyu recording himself calling him a Marvel villain and Namgyu just rolled with it because he really had no room to complain. He could’ve been a scat fetishist, so this was nothing.

But at the worst possible time, Mina had opened his door. “Hey Namgyu, did you see my—Oh my god!” Mina gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief at what she was seeing.

“Oh shit!” Namgyu knocked over his tripod as scrambled to quickly cover his nude body with his bedsheets while Mina was already doubling over in laughter. “Mina, what the fuck! I thought you were going to work!”

“Wait, Namgyu, you do OnlyFans?!”

“Shut up!”

He shudders even remembering it.

230’s buyer’s note (no way in hell was Namgyu calling him “BigDickInfinite”) had only one sentence: 

”Arrogant asshole. Assuming I already know what you want…” Namgyu jeered as he read it. It was nearing 11 PM and of course, this was the time slot that 230 bought. He would’ve preferred some other regular of his to buy this slot and 230 to have his call be on Friday or Saturday.

Namgyu already wiped his makeup off, caught the newest episode of his current favorite drama, and even went grocery shopping. But duty calls for Heejin to make an appearance, so Namgyu relents and trudges back to his room. He‘s too tired to care and doesn’t even bother with any particular lingerie, just dressing down to his boxers and throwing a black hoodie over. This man has seen his man body before so he doesn’t feel the need to try.

Namgyu decides to go full trashy with caked on makeup; fucked up foundation, questionably blended concealer, rushed contour, heavy black eyeshadow blended in with some purple and a little glitter from Mina’s palette, chunky mascara, messy eyeliner, and a slightly over lined hot pink lip—but he takes the time to do his eyebrows, he wasn’t trying to look like a complete mess. He sets his face with powder and spray and goes into Mina’s room to pick out a wig. She’d already left for the strip club, leaving Namgyu alone in their apartment. He slid open her closet door and hovers his finger between two wigs before grabbing one off of the foam mannequin head. It was a long-haired skunk wig with bangs, the stripes dyed a platinum blonde in contrast with the black hair. He brings it back to his room and doesn’t bother to comb it out before pinning it to his wig-capped head.

Checking the time again, at least Namgyu still has a few minutes to spare taking some selfies pre-call compared to earlier in the day. He posts some cropped and censored selfies onto his Twitter and occasionally Heejin’s Instagram page to maintain his following and have people remember him. 

He recalls when the audios of some of his free Twitter videos became memes on TikTok. At first, he was shocked that his shit was even allowed on TikTok long enough to become running jokes within the greater online community. But over time, he started to find it sort of endearing whenever his comment sections would be filled with people quoting those videos (he just hopes that there wasn’t a boatload of minors commenting on his shit).

Namgyu logged onto Zoom again and saw 230 waiting in the lobby. He hesitated starting the call—maybe he could fake a last minute emergency? But he scratched that idea. If Namgyu was anything, it wasn’t a coward. So he sucked it up and started the call.

But before he could get a word in, 230 started talking, “What’s with the long face, señorita?"

Namgyu blinked. Wow, okay, first off; he wasn’t expecting a deep silky smooth voice to be behind that fuck ass username and chat history. He didn’t sound incredibly old, in fact, 230 seemed young—probably around Namgyu’s age. Namgyu thinks that 230 should be a voice actor when he wasn’t busy feening for him.

Secondly; señorita . It’s not the first time people referred to him by some pet name, but ‘señorita’ was a new one. 230 never called him that over their text messages, though to be fair, he was only leaving very succinct instructions for paid request videos. Namgyu decides that he doesn’t dislike the name, it was definitely leagues better than ‘kitten’ or straight up being called “jagiya” (like damn, they should pay off his crypto debt before calling him that). Coupled that with 230’s tolerable voice, he might start to like it.

Namgyu clears his throat in order to pitch up his voice. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“You just seemed annoyed when you joined the call is all I’m saying . Did something happen today, chica?"

What the fuck was this guy’s problem? First it’s señorita, now it’s chica? And was he trying to reverse the roles of this arrangement with that question? This is their first ever call, the first time they’re actually talking to each other. Namgyu should be the one asking 230 about his shitty day and pretending to give a fuck. Namgyu sighs and starts to absentmindedly play with a lock of his wig. Okay, maybe if he played into it a little bit he could turn this around.

“Alright, you got me,” he raised his hands up in mock-defeat. “There was this eye glitter palette that I’ve been dying to get for months. Shit looked cute as hell on the website so of course I bought it when it got discounted.” Namgyu makes sure to add that flirtatious inflection in his voice and leans in closer to the camera. “But when it got here, the whole thing was damaged.”

230 gasps and it sounds so dramatic that Namgyu almost laughs, but he covers his mouth with his hoodie sleeve in time, “Damn that sucks… have you called their customer service yet?”

“Of course I did! At least they were nice about it. My replacement comes tomorrow.”

“If they didn’t I’d pay you for a new one and for your lawyers when you decide to sue that website into the ground.”

Namgyu bites his lip as he smiles at the proposition. “Wow, you’d really do that for me, oppa?”

“For you? I’d do anything,” It’s noticeable when 230 lowers his voice in an attempt to sound more sexy. When did this call become a try not to laugh challenge for Namgyu?

“Are you lowering your voice for me?” Namgyu questions.

The man sputters at Namgyu suddenly derailing their conversation but gathers himself, “I mean, I did say I’d do anything for you. Even lowering my voice.”

“So can you do something for me right now?” He starts. “Keep your voice the same. You sound just fine, no need for you to change it up for me to find it hot.”

“Then are you going to keep your voice the same?”

Namgyu’s eyes widen and he’s so caught off guard that he bursts into a laughing fit at being called out and so does 230. Namgyu has to move his laptop away from his face and pace around his room.

230 was always making a bunch of weird first’s for him throughout his OnlyFans career, especially tonight—being called out on his fake voice becoming a new addition to the pile. Namgyu has wondered how clocky his Heejin voice was to others, if either they didn’t notice, or they did and didn’t say anything so as to not be rude. 230 fit into neither of those categories. He was, as Namgyu has known him to be, an anomaly.

When both of their laughter dies down, Namgyu climbs back onto his bed and speaks, this time, with his natural speaking voice. “Now how in the fuck did you know I was faking it?”

“Shit, you sound sexy as hell with your natural voice ,” 230 says, making Namgyu giggle, and he pauses to think of an answer to Namgyu’s question. “Hmm, well, I don’t know. Something about how you were speaking was telling me that your voice was actually deeper than you were making it out to be.”

“Definitely doesn’t have to do with the fact that I’m a man.”

“What? No way! ” 230 exclaims sarcastically, making the both of them laugh again.

“‘No fucking way you’re a guy bro’!” Namgyu adds on, mocking real things people have DM’d him in the past. He even opens his mouth and puts his hands on his head to look shocked. “‘I thought you were a girl’!” Namgyu unzips his hoodie to show off his bare chest. “I can see why they were mistaken though. I got some assets on me.” He turns to the side to puff up his chest and uses his hands to accentuate his non-existent boobs.

“Yeah, you got assets on you alright. Some negative double-Ds,” 230 quips. When Namgyu opens his jaw and grabs his chest to feign offence, 230 immediately follows with, “ Wait, I’m kidding, I’m kidding !”

“Do you want me to end this call early?”

“No, don’t!” And he almost sounds desperate. Well, if Namgyu were to actually end the call, he would be effectively scamming him.

“Relax , I was also kidding,” Namgyu reassures him with a dismissive wave toward the webcam.

“I hope I wasn’t too rude with it, señorita.” Namgyu notices that 230 still calls him ‘señorita’, even after hearing his real voice. Maybe he does like being called ‘señorita’.

“No, it’s okay,” Namgyu wipes his eyes with his finger for any tears, “Honestly, it starts hurting my throat after a while. No one’s actually called me out on that before.”

“So I’m your first?” 230 asks with the giddiness of a child.

It’s corny, it really is. If this was somebody else saying this to him, Namgyu would have to fight for his life to not look like he wanted to rip the other person’s throat out through the screen. But here he was laughing and making decent conversation. 230 wasn’t even trying to be funny and Namgyu felt like he was attending a comedy set less than 10 minutes into the call. No one Namgyu has interacted with as Heejin has ever made him laugh like that.

“You’re ending up being a lot of my firsts tonight, you know that, oppa?” Namgyu licks his lips as he leans in. He needed to steer this call back in his favor, back into routine. A part of him wants to continue talking to 230, meandering around the main purpose of them even being in a Zoom call in the first place.

Namgyu’s job was like being perpetually stuck on a Tuesday; a long arduous trek until you reach Saturday, until Namgyu finishes pleasing these men that he’s thankful he’ll never meet in person. However, talking to 230 felt like a Friday; he felt like scoring an empty seat on public transit during afternoon rush hour so you can take it easy on the weekend. Talking to this complete stranger, who managed to get Namgyu to drop the Heejin act on their first call, felt like the sun was slowly seeping into his shade, and that scared him. The sun feels nice, sure, but it can burn you if you underestimate it, and Namgyu was perfectly content with his life under the shade.

“You almost made me forget what we were here for and I don’t wanna scam you,” Namgyu pouts and reaches for his bottle of lube and the Thanos dildo that he’d set off to the side. He brings it into the view of his webcam and 230 lets out a low whistle.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to distract you ,” he says. His voice takes on a different tone from the sight of the toy that he knows Namgyu exclusively uses for him. “It’s just that you’re pretty… fun to talk to.”

“So am I or am I not pretty?” He doesn’t let 230 answer as he swirls his tongue around the tip before easily taking the length of the purple silicone into his mouth. Namgyu easily gets into the rhythm of bobbing his head up and down, letting the toy hit the back of his throat every other time so he would make a gag sound that he knew would get 230 going. This isn’t a new thing for either of them, yet from the sound of it, 230 was thoroughly enjoying it like it was.

“Oh fuck… yeah just like that,” he said presumably under his breath, but his mic was able to pick it up so Namgyu could hear it. After a while, Namgyu changes position so that he’s seen from the side and tilting his head back as he continues to suck, letting his hoodie slip off his shoulder in order to further tease 230. He tucks his wig’s hair behind his ear and looks directly into the camera, making 230 curse again. The other man’s breathing became heavier the longer Namgyu stared into his soul through the ether. 

He loves having this type of sexual power over people, and he’s finding out in real time that he especially loves having power over 230. Completely unraveling people in the privacy of their own homes just by the power of his own sexuality was Namgyu’s third best feeling ever.

(Being high on heroin and ketamine holding first and second place respectively.)

Eventually, Namgyu pops the dildo out of his mouth, a long string of saliva connect his lips to the silicone so he wiped it off with his sleeve. “Are you jerking off, oppa?” he asks to gauge 230 since he can only hear him.

“I started jerkin’ it the second I saw you grab my gift,” 230 sighed.

“I just don’t want you finishing so soon,” Namgyu traces the dildo around his lips as if it were lipstick before kissing the tip. “I didn’t even start to have fun yet.”

Namgyu finally rids himself of his hoodie, tossing it onto the floor, and revealing his tattoos. He shifted onto his knees and bent over so that his ass was tooted up. He runs his hand over his clothed ass and gives himself a firm smack, biting his lip. He does it a few more times before speaking.

“Oppa, I still didn’t hear your answer.”

“Answer f-for what?” 230 whimpered. He was obviously close to cumming and Namgyu absolutely reveled in that fact.

“My question that I asked earlier.” Namgyu flipped himself onto his side so that his webcam could capture him tortuously taking his boxers off in painstaking sluggishness. He held himself up with his arm while the other was playing with the elastic waistband, pulling it back slightly before letting it snap back onto his skin. Namgyu repeats, “Am I or am I not pretty?”

“ You are pretty, Heejin. You’re so fucking pretty ,” 230 says his answer like it’s a love confession that’s been building up for years. “ You’re absolutely beautiful .”

As much as Namgyu wants to be cynical about that statement, he’s too in the mood to care. He smiles wide, more than satisfied with 230’s answer, as he pulls his boxers off of his body and throws it in the same direction as his hoodie. He grabs his bottle of lube and squirts enough into his hand to prep himself. Namgyu positions himself so that his ass was in full view of the webcam and inserted a lubed finger up his anus. A moan flies out from his lips from the chilly sensation and he works himself out so that he can increase the number of fingers that he can insert. One, two, three, four; Namgyu can feel himself getting hard and refrains from touching his cock. He grabs the lube again so that he could apply it around his hole as well as the dildo itself.

On his knees again, Namgyu positioned himself on top of the dildo and slowly took in its length again—from a different orifice this time. 

“Oh shit— fuck !” He gasped as his prostate was immediately stimulated, even with the slow approach. Namgyu rocked his hips up and down on the silicone, moans spilling out from him as he kept riding. He flipped his wig’s hair as he looked back, pulling some of it over his shoulder so that 230 could see his hips more clearly.

“ Holy shit, you’re magic, señorita ,” 230 groans.

“Keep calling me that—!” Namgyu immediately blurts out. He grips his bed’s headboard, digging his nails in, in attempts to not immediately cum right then and there.

“What, ‘señorita’?”

“Yes I—” Namgyu gulps down the buildup of spit in his mouth. “I-I like it when you call me that.” He swears he can hear the smile that’s forming on 230’s lips and he fucking hates how much that’s turning him on right now.

“Well, if you say so…señorita,” 230 says, already taunting him with this prized ammo that Namgyu just willingly served him with on a silver platter. Tears are already streaking down his face—no doubt his makeup’s ruined now—and whatever 230 says next is drowned out by the overwhelming lust that’s been festering within Namgyu this whole call. All he can glean were the familiar sounds of ‘señorita’ and statements that were definitely part of 230’s Thanos role playing fetish.

“Are you about to cum?” Namgyu manages to ask.

“I’ve been ready for a while,” 230 admits.

“Now you can cum for me.”

There was a huge sigh of relief from 230 before he said, “Thank you, fuck—” A choked out groan followed by heavy breathing indicated to Namgyu that he’d finished. Now it was Namgyu’s turn to cum. He spit in his hand and rubbed on his aching neglected cock which had been leaking pre-cum the whole time. It didn’t take long for Namgyu to see white and ejaculate a whole lot into his hand, wiping it off on his dedicated clean-up towel. He doubled over in post-coitus exhaustion and removed the dildo from his anus, allowing himself to fall back into his mattress. Namgyu could only hear his and 230’s breathing before gathering the energy to crawl back to his laptop.

Namgyu took a good look at himself in the Zoom call and, yep, his makeup was very ruined. His lipstick was heavily smudged and mascara that streaked down his face via his tears. At least his eyebrows were fine. “God, I look fucked up right now,” he laughs weakly.

“That was amazing,” 230 sounds like he’s seconds away from nodding off.

“You’re saying that as if we had sex.”

“We just did. Ever heard of cyber sex?”

Okay, he had a point. Namgyu wanted to wipe this makeup off his face, shower, and go right to sleep. He wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. “I was talking about physical in-person sex. People say that type of thing after finishing in someone.”

“Who says we can’t do that too?”

Namgyu’s eyebrows shot up. Was this guy seriously suggesting that they meet up in-person to hook up? “Do you want me to seriously consider that?”

“Didn’t think it’d hurt to ask.”

“You know what’ll make me agree to that?” Namgyu bites back a smile. “Giving me a fat tip after this call’s over.”

“Wowww I see how it is.”

“Bye-bye, oppa, get a good night’s rest,” Namgyu waves and blows a kiss to the camera with a wink and immediately ends the call.

That’s when the post-nut clarity finally hits him.

Namgyu drops his head into his hands, already groveling. “What the fuck was that?!”