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If zeha was green 🥴
If zeha had piercings 😏🔥
One of my all time favorites 💜
Give it a listen, I swear it won't disappoint.
Another masterpiece.
Very pleasingly sung!🎶🎵
What's better than a JB song in JK's voice?😏
BTS: Jungkook Gets Savage With Hater Asking Him To Eat Dog Poop: 'Aren't Your Words Extreme?'
Seriously people, get a life. 😌
Jungkook's voice kills bacteria, I swear.
The working pup ( Havanese Dog Hybrid! Male x Min Yoongi)
Warning: The fiction will contain depression, anxiety, stress disorder, drinking, self-harm, suicide attempt, suicide thoughts. If you are sensitive to the thing listed previously, I will recommend not to read. I can understand something because I suffer from some of these mental illnesses. However, I don’t wish to trigger any of my lovely readers. Proceed with caution.
I will put a warning when the things get a bit darker you may skip ahead to the warning ending. IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END I KNOW YOU DONT LIKE THEM BUT I WANT TO MAKE THIS CLEAR.
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Min Yoongi, know as Suga or Agust D, has made a name for himself in the entertainment industry with his group Bantang Seoyondan. A rapper, producer, and random knowledge provided to his group and people around him. His friends would always tell him how he needed to take care of himself. Yet, he did not listen. When locking himself in his 'Genius lab,' it was a space for him to produce, create, work—a room for him to break down without bothering the other.
As the second oldest of the group, he wanted to help his younger friend lend a shoulder and an ear to listen to their worries, sadness, and bothers. It was hard when you felt the need to take care of others that you forget to take care of yourself. He knew that he could sill his emotion and thoughts to his Hyung, but the same word would appear as clear as day.
A bother.
He felt like a burthen to everyone, a collection of complaints and hate toward him soak his poor brain. Yoongi felt that his work was never enough, and even if his younger teammates look up to him, he felt like nothing he did was that good. He would smile out to the world to show his gratitude and his love toward his fans, friends, and family, but in the end, his production space was where he let that mask fall.
This particular night he had come into the shared apartment late half-drunk but nowhere near his right state of mind. The question that always pops up in his mind now and then had set off. It was only a matter of time where his cup would be full, and he felt like it was drowning him.
'Am I even this great to be here?'
'Maybe if I end, will the pain stop?'
'I am not enough for anybody, no even for myself.'
'The group will be better off without me.'
'Army, I love you, but I can't do this anymore.'
The thought hit him like a truck harder than he thought he had set his mind that he was going to do it. He didn't harm himself before, but he thought, what better way to go out it by overdosing and a couple of cuts.
Yoongi set himself to go to the kitchen and the cabinet where they would keep the over-the-counter drugs. His eyes scan the cabinet and the medium-sized bottle that read acetylsalicylic acid, also known as Aspirin. He put the bottle in his jacket and closed the cabinet, and moved on to the drawer where they kept their knives—grabbing one of the sharpest they had.
Yoongi had decided to go to his room. He wanted to do this in his safe space where nobody would bother him. By the look of the hallway, it seemed that everyone was asleep or they were out. He locked his room door, took a quick shower, and put on comfortable clothes, a plain black shirt with some basketball shorts.
WARNING STARTS HERE
Yoongi looked around his room. All the things BTS had to accomplish through the year made him so proud. He was proud to be in this group, but he knew that he was better without him. The white hair man sighed smiled. He had a great run while it lasted. He had leftover a couple of hundred pre-recorded beats for his group. It was the least he could do.
The medium-sized bottle now in his right hand and his left hand cracking up, the lid opened. White pills. Yoongi had held his breath and shuffled to sit on his bed. He swallowed the thick resting saliva that had been held since the time he stepped inside his room.
The silent room is killing his nerves by a light ringing tone of silence. He closed his eye, and with a shaky hand, he brought the bottle up his pouty mouth and tilted his head back, letting in the pill slide into his mouth. Some of them spilled out, but as long as more than half was inside, he was okay with it. The shaky hand throws the bottle into the wall, and the rest of the pills flew around. He cups his face as he swallowed the overdose.
Teardrops were slowly seeking out the exterior of his body. The young man gently laid himself back on his bed, letting out silent sobs and shaky breath while he grabbed the sharp item he was going to use to harm himself.
"This is better Yoongi. Nobody will remember you when you get old, so why not start early." His words reach nobody but himself as a claim and reassurance that what he was doing was the best way to go. No other way.
The pale hand with badly chewed nails grabbed the handle of the metal tool. He rose it up to his eye level and studied the sharp tool. The same knife they would use to cup up meat that would warm up his belly was the same one that he would use to frore his body to the other side.
The silent sobs were now much more audible than before. His pain, his sadness leaked out. He was numb with so much hurt. Yoongi rose his hand left arm and brought his right one that held the tool and started slitting, cutting the once virgin skin into battle scars.
"Don't worry even if I leave
You'll do well on your own
I remember when I first met you."
The pills had set in, making every slit less painful than the one before. Had he made the right choice?
"Before I knew it, you grew up
Though we are putting an end to our relationship
Don't ever feel sorry to me
I will get to meet you again no matter what form
Greet me happily, then."
Maybe he will become a star and shine down on his family, friend, Bandmates, and mostly ARMY to guide them in their journey. Let his pain be free and not caged where only he suffered alone in the darkness.
His vision started to fade as the leak of crimson red started to soak up his bedsheet. The room now perfumed with iron.
"Wanna put an end to this winter
How much longing should we see snowing down
To have the days of spring, Friend"
Each word was getting slower and raspier.
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Jimin had woken up in a bit of panic. He did not understand why but he was up already. He would go to his hyungs room to sleep and cuddle up with him in these cases, letting the oldest be the little spoon.
Jimin had grabbed his pillow and slip on his slipper, ready to go to his Lil meow meow room. When he reaches Yoongi's room, he knocked and tried to open the door. To his surprise that it was lock. Yoongi never locked the door, and if he did, he would open it knowing it was him coming over. A sense of panic washed over his body when he didn't hear anything from the elder's room.
"Hyung?"
More knocks from the petit hand. Jimin bit his lips and look around and remember that they kept the keys in the kitchen. He rushes over and saw Jungkook there opening a bottle of banana milk.
"Hyung? What is wrong? why are you sweating like that?"
The younger asked, a bit scared to his Jimin in a state that he had only seen when he had fallen back in his old unhealthy habits.
"Jungkook, I need you to be ready to call 911, or something Yoongi is not opening his room, and I have this feeling," Jimin sputtered while looking for the key. Once he found Jungkook had to pull out his phone, ready to dial if need. Jimin rushed back to the elder's room and quickly opened it.
The room felt much colder than it originally was. Jimin's eye fell onto the male on the bed whose bed was dripping with blood. Jimin is quickly pulling himself together. He went to aid his Hyung, ignoring the metallic smell, and went to see how soaked up his body was.
He wanted to scream tears blinded his eye, but he wiped them away, activating quickly, and started to wrap the elder's arm and tightly tie it on the slit.
"JungKook call now don't stand there call!" Jimin started screaming at the younger, still as a rock, eyes blown out entirely and in shock. He snapped out of it and pressed the automatic 119 number. Thankfully, he spoke to the man over the phone without any crack, but inside his body, she felt like screaming and crying. Why would Yoongi do this?
Jimin's hysterical cry woke up the whole house, bringing four in their room to the source of his cries.
Jin pushed away from the ones that stood shocked and looked around for the item that Yoongi used before.
"NO!" Hoseok yelled, going to grab his Hyung, and was stopped by a tearful Namjoon. Namjoon knew everyone would not be in their state of mind, but he understood that if everyone were to drop the bleeding male on top, it would make matters worse.
Teahyung was held by the youngest that he had tried to pray off his hand. The room felt so cold, and the smell of death was slowly consuming the room.
A knock brought the member out of their state. Jin quickly opens the front door, letting the paramedic in and letting them Help Yoongi while Jin had the task of holding a sobbing Jimin away from Yoongi.
"We need to take him now to an emergency. There is no time. Meet us over at Asan Medical Center Seoul" The paramedic rushed out with the team and Yoongi's body on a stretcher.
END OF WARNING
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About a week later from the incident, Yoongi was going to therapy at least every three weeks. He was prescribed medication for depression, anxiety, and stress disorder. The process was tedious for him, but he didn't want his bandmates to go through the same. He made his goal to try to get himself back in condition, but he needed to have help. His bandmates were a great help, but he knew that they had their own problems to deal with too.
"Mr. Min?"
He didn't want to go back to square one, but it was hard for him to do so. He was supposed to be resting, but he had gone back to his space to create more, and while he had dance practice and vocal session to record, he still didn't feel the same.
"Mr. Min!" The physicist brought the male attention.
"Huh?" Responded Yoongi.
"I was asking, have you thought about getting a service hybrid?" The lady started witting down notes on Yoongi's reaction and emotions.
"I- No. I dont know."
"Well, Mr. Min Service hybrids are great while we will still keep you under your regular medication. Service hybrid can provide a different level of comfort than what a human could. While a human can be a great support. I am sure that they might not understand or detect your feeling as hybrid do. You are a great candidate for a service hybrid, Mr. Min. Especially if you are touring, they will help you a lot. I understand if you need to think about it, but I highly suggest it. Service Hybrid is trained to help you. Their job is focused on making use to keep you safe, making use you take your pill on time, and always staying by your side. A couple of shelter academies where they train therapy hybrids, service hybrids, and emotional support hybrids. Right now, it would be best if you had a Service Hybrid that can go everywhere with you to help you with depression, anxiety, and self-harming situation." The doctor said, writing down a letter of approval, signing it, and sealing it in a manila envelope.
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Yoongi had come home thinking about this service hybrid thing. Would it help him? He needs to do his own work and study a bit about what was a service hybrid. What did they do? And how it would benefit his mental health.
A couple of days went by. With him doing research, he came to realize that he was going to commit to this. He wanted to be better. He hated how he would disturb his bandmates with agonizing cries and a sleepless night. He did not want to become a bigger problem.
He needed the opinion of his bandmate before going to the shelter academy.
"So I know that these nights have been hell for you guys. I hate that I am the one that is making you guys suffer because of me." A slight pause in between his word as a nervous shiver rushed down his spine. What if they didn't want the service hybrid here? Would he have to go back to his apartment alone without his bandmates?
"Hyung." Taehyung, who was sitting next to the shaking male, brought his hand on top of his leg to calm his leg's rapid movement.
"Dont worry, hyung. You know we love you, and even if we have to stay by your side, it is better than seeing you go." Jimin said softly with a warm smile.
Yoongi nodded his head and chewed lightly on the inside of his cheek. " The doctor said that I was a candidate for a service hybrid. I did my research on them before what was the job the hybrid would help with. I understand If you dont want a hybrid here, but I just dont want this routine to keep going. You guys have things to deal with, and I dont want to be a burthen anymore, so if I had somebody that could help me, it would cut down your stress by a lot." Yoongi, shifting on his seat, nervous of the other reaction, just kept his eye on the floor.
An empty response until Hoseok spoke up.
"Hyung, if it is something that will help you get better, do it. No matter what it is, as long it is healthy and not destructive. We dont discriminate hybrid or not. They are still welcome." Hoseok stood up and hugged Yoongi tightly.
"We should go check out the shelter academy tomorrow. The faster we get the paper, the better our adorable and badass Yoongi will heal." Jin stated, and Namjoon nodded. Nobody had disagreed with this decision. They just hope this Service hybrid would help their dear brother and bandmate.
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A/N: I know that this is darker that the other stories but i want to make a small emphasis on how I be using a bit of Service Animal Work because they also help people a-lot and they should be recognized for their time and hard work.
I want make something clear Service animal(dog because according to the article i was reading only dog are recognized fo now.) are different from Therapy dog and emotional support animal. While wish to make sure everything is correct there are major difference in their work.
I am not a professional I was lookin up some information because i think people are not as educated and in the USA think that it is ok to dress an untrained service dog to pretend to be just because they want their dog to be with them. It stress me out because I know the importance of loving a dog and I wish i could bring my dog everywhere but the case it my dog is not a service animal nor therapy nor emotional support and I need to respect those that have their service animal with them. When i see one i look away quickly because i know the pooch is working hard to maintain it owner healthy.
Anyway enough about my rant i will be reading more information about some of the things service dogs( especially at self harm/anxiety/ depression service dogs) do but rewire it to be hybrids.
I am sorry if you felt uncomfortable reader but these are things that i have go thoughts at one point my life when i was younger and i guess i reflected some of my thoughts over to the character yoongi. (AS A FANFIC NOT REALITY. I am sure that idols have it really bad with the hate and it is not my telling or saying that Yoongi has done this. No this is simply FANFIC. please dont make me stress this enough)
Shy By Day Wild By Night
(NSFW) Shy By Day Wild By Night (Camboy Hybrid Cow Male Reader x College Student Wolf Hybrid Jeon Jungkook )
You are a college student doing things that could help you pay for your things. You work as a Camboy on this website called Starz Cam and you are pretty famous. Going to class a Wolf Hybrid named Jeon Jungkook knocks you over making you start a cute friendship.
Or
I just wanted to write porn of something. I don't know you don't have to read if you are uncomfortable.
P0rn with Plot
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i dont even know if i should post this here i might take it down idk
3,975 words good luck
i am going to hell for sure
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Starz Cam is one of the number one websites to find hybrid porn. Despite there being other famous sites, Starz Cam always remains in the top five of the list. A survey anonymously done showed that six out of ten people and hybrid chose Starz Cam from the regular sites.
In Starz Cam, you can find a wide range from solo action to prey and predator action. You also join in the live cam and watch your favorite hybrid in action. Each month a Starz Cam star is put up on the favorites' list, indicating that people like their content. You were always on the top. You had a big fan base that loves the content you put up.
Sometimes you dont have to do anything for your supporter to donate money to you. Just talk about your day, maybe something spicy in your like or disiers people, and hybrid still love your content. You first started when you were eighteen. As a college student, you felt like working in a convenience store was something you couldn't do, especially with the minimum wage they paid. You need something that could help you pay for your college, and more so, when you stumble across a comment on Fumblr about Starz Cam, you jump on the train.
At first, you were recording when your roommate, a chicken hybrid, would leave and recorded for an hour or so with simple things like masturbation. You had a small audience at the moment, which would give you tips of 20$ to 80$ dollars slowly, you started to save that money to get a better rental apartment near the college which was expensive but worth it.
You were a rare hybrid while your father was a bull and your mother being a cow. Your parents were convinced you would be a bull, but at the age of sixteen, they saw who you had developed small breasts. The two of them were surprised and kicked you out because they did not want a son who could become pregnant. You left to seek out shelter with your loveling aunt, who took you under her care. She supported you until you had enough money to go to college and move to a small apartment.
Your body type is curvy and thick, which appeals to your viewer as a blessing and a curse. A blessing because when you were on live, everyone watched you and worshiped your body, making comments like,
"Baby boy, your body is gorgeous."
"I would love for you to sit on my face and squish the life out of me."
"Your skin is amazing. What do you use to make your skin silky?"
"Your breasts are bigger than mine. I wish I had your size."
Sure, all the comments brought joy to you, but you were just another disappointment and another body to shame when you were out in the real world. In reality, you had nobody that would pick up in your downfalls.
You were fixing your pants and your shirt before you grab your backpack. You had classes. You were glad that you had finished all your work during the week before. That way, you were left with time during the weekend to record your lives. You locked your door and started walking toward your destination. You did not dislike the way you look, gosh no, but something built like this maybe you wonder if being muscular would have more benefit.
You were deep in your thought walking on the sidewalk that you didn't realize a tall, muscular wolf hybrid was running into you. You had squeal and painfully landed on your butt. In pain, you had let a few groans and moans of pain. "I am so sorry, Miss! I don't mean to run into you. I was in a rush to my class." The male pleading for forgiveness scrambled to pick up your thing and his.
You had pain tears on the corner of your eyes but quickly wiped them away with your oversized sweater. "Dont worry about it. I should have stepped out and stop daydreaming too much. You opened your eyes and saw a wolf hybrid kneeling in front of you with worried eyes.
A blush crept up on your cheeks shyly. You started to push yourself from the floor, but before you could do anything, the wold hybrid had offered his hand for support which you took with kindness.
A quiet 'thank you' escaped your lips show gratitude for the help the hybrid was giving you. Once you were up, you notice the wolf hybrid did not release your hand, making the situation a bit awkward on your part. "Jungkook." The hybrid said out of the blue. You were surprised your eyes widen. "Im sorry, what?" You replied.
The strange hybrid panic and release your hand from his hold. He had cleared his throat and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "I meant to say My name is Jeon Jungkook. You can call me Jungkook." His voice sent a spark through your body. It somehow made you feel a bit aroused by his smooth voice. You felt a new craving for the Wolf hybrid named Jungkook, wanting to be pinned by him. No (M/n), we are not going to take that dirt road. You dont even know the poor guy.
"Ah um hello Jungkook my name is (L/N) (M/N). Um, It's fine. I was heading to my class too (Class name)." You replied, looking up and studying Jungkook's posture. He was tall, strong and his arms were decorated with ink. It made you want to explore more of his body. You wanted to know if he had any more under his body. Holding back any moos or moan from escaping, you looked at your apple watch and gasp.
"I'll be late if I dont go now." You whispered to yourself.
"Well, We can go together. We have the same class, so we are kinda both running late now." Jungkook said and took hold of your hand, and both of you ran to your class.
Each day had passed by, and you two had both grown a bit closer, waiting for each other or you tutoring him in the library. It was nice to have somebody who did not judge you for being a male with cow features.
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Today you were sitting out on the grass doing some of your work. It was nice outside. The sun was shining with a cold breeze to keep you from shedding any sweat. "The study of the theo-" Interrupted by a voice who would always bring you insecurities made you sighed in annoyance.
"What do you want, Jessi? Can't you stop bothering me?" You said tiredly you just wanted one day without Jessi or her little group messing with you.
"Why, little piggy, if you stop being so fat or maybe a regular bull, perhaps I would stop reminding you how nobody could ever love somebody so disgusting like you. You are just another dumb cow. Nobody likes you. I dont know how that wolf can hang out with you without the need to throw up. You are a disgrace for any cow hybrid in the world. You dont live up to the expectation your milk might as well be spoil because all that you are is rotten meat. "
You had stuffed your books inside and bit your lips, holding back the treat that threatens to fall. A lump was resting on your throat, making it hard to swallow. You just wanted to live your life without any reminder of your suffering.
"I think that is why mommy and daddy kicked you out because you were a mistake." Jessi grinned her cat-like smile and left laughing hard. You wanted to run back to your home to your safe space. The only place that would remind you of the success and barrier you have overcome.
"(M/N)!" That voice.
"(M/N)!" Jungkook, your friend. The only real friend that has been there for you just as you have been there for him. The wolf hybrid stood in front of you, panting, looking into your eyes, but you adverted your eyes to the ground.
"(M/-. are you crying? Who hurt you?" He slowly stepped closer toward your gloomy body lifting your chin up, studying your painful expression. " Dont worry about me, Kookie. Im fine, just a bit tired. I remembered something at my apartment that I forgot to bring." The lie sounded more like a question than a factual statement. Jungkook wanted to push you in to tell him, but he did not want to bring more pain, so he just nodded his head.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jungkook asked softly, whining at the idea of leaving you in pain and not know what to do to make you feel better.
"No. No, it's fine. It's not far away from here. I just need to get home. I am tired. Um, ill send you my notes later." You said, walking around Junkook and heading toward your home.
Jungkook's ears and tail dropped with his sad emotion. He wanted to comfort you and hold you. He never dared to do so. He was too shy and scared that he would break you. You were so beautiful in his eyes, shy and delicate you eyes always held a mix of emotions, and you face the only sun that he would let him burn. So watching you leave in this state hurt him. He had seen the interaction but was far away to hear the conversation.
He was quick in his action and rush to look for the cat hybrid Jessi. He needed an answer to finger out why his adorable cow was in such deep pain.
He turned corners and hallways to find the cat hybrid who was coming out of the bathroom. Jungkook had a scary look the hybrid that was in his view would scatter away from him, hoping that they were not what he was looking for.
"Jessi, You stupid cat, what the hell did you do to (M/N)?!" Jungkook snarl at the cat, who was smirking.
"Oh, the strong, sexy wolf came for me and not the stupid make-believe cow—such a poser. You need a strong-headed woman like me, not a fat male with fake teats." The word that was coming from her mouth made him angrier, growling louder and louder he punched the door for the women's bathroom and left a hole.
"You wanna talk shit about my lovely cow? You got another thing coming, you fake cat. Look at you if anything. You are the cow here filler everywhere just to look like one. (M/N)'s body is natural and gorgeous. I would much rather breed him and a fake cat who doesn't accept herself by trying to have a cow's body." Jungkook said, taking Jessi by surprise.
"So you rather had a male cow who is a slut than me, a wealthy and popular woman with real status?" She hissed back
"If it's money, no, I dont care if it is about being a woman, dear. I go where meat is good and thick. Clearly, you did not pass my standards. If anything, you are the slut here. How many have you let people or hybrid bed you? Around ten, twenty? Half of the campus? You're the slut who can't have a happy life, and the only thing that can keep you in place is a dick down your throat. You better find another dick because I dont want mine to get infected with your fluids." Jungkook pushed passes the cat hybrid, which was stunted and left with no word.
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Curled up inside your small nest of security, you had little sob left from your session. You know you had your viewer who loves your content and worried about you. They sent you gifts and cute letters to keep you motivated, but when somebody from the real world said things like that, you feel nothing.
"Just a fake cow. A mistake disowned by your birth givers. Nobody could really love you, could they?" You sighed, playing with a small ring that your aunt had given you for your eighteen birthday. It was special. You pushed your face on the soft pillow letting the created darkness consume your mind, slowly giving in to the sleep.
About four hours had passed by when your alarm waked you up. The annoying note on your phone said, ' Go live today.' You groan but peel away from your bedsheet from your body, slowly walking toward your bathroom and taking a shower. If you were going to stream, you needed to look nice and clean.
When your skin was nice and shiny, you put on a lotion that left your body smelling good and with tiny sparkles that reflected from the light. Today you put on a lace bralette champagne color with a lovely silky thong that covered your frontal manhood also champagne colored. You've curled up your light brown hair and put on a bit of blush and liner, and lastly, to finish the whole outfit, you with an old Hollywood feather rob champagne on the outside and black on the inside. It made you feel powerful, almost as if you were in one of those dramas where the mistress had killed her husband, and now she is grieving for him. You added the last top that was your red lipstick with gloss.
You went to your other room, where you had your computer, camera, and lighting set up with a bed. The room was decorated well for a mood-setting. You sat on your Texan king-size bed that had a lot of pillows. The bedframe was an ottoman style. You turned on the camera and sat there waiting for your viewer to pop in. which didn't take long. You went to get various toys like vibrators, cuffs, a knotting dildo, and a regular dildo to suck on.
"Hey! Guy, welcome everyone lets just wait a couple of minutes before we start." You smiled and sat on the bed, your ear twitching with excitement. You started reading some of the comment that made you heart swell.
"You look so pretty today, Mooy!"
"OH shit, we are getting the knotting dildo?! Who hurt you?!"
"Aww, Mooy, can you handle all that?"
"I love you content love from Germany!"
The comments full of support and love and money ~
You giggled and let a moo out, making the chat go wild.
"Today was a bit of a rough day, but I want to focus on us Today. I dont want to think about the things I heard Today because they truly hurt. I have this friend, and he cares so much about me, but I am scared to show what I love to do. You guys always motivate me to keep on going and making you milt makes me milt, and we are all happy."
You smiled and played some games with your viewer for a while smiling they were making you feel better even if they are there to see one thing they care about you well being and state of mind.
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That night Jungkook was at his solitary dorm. He was still worried about you till no end. How could a lovely person like yourself be put in humiliation and shame by a faker? He hated how he couldn't help you and how you wouldn't open up to him. Let him in. He wanted to be more than a friend with you. No matter what, he would be there for you.
Jungkook's focus shifted to his phone that had ding alerting him of a new message. He reached for his phone and opened the message.
"Hey! Wild puppy, I have something that would keep your lonely life entertained while you look for the perfect one. Starz Cam/Live/ BabyMooy/play. Click the link, and you will be in for a night. He is amazing."
-Taehyung 6:30 pm
"Hyung, you know I am not into these things."
-Jungkook 6:32 pm
"Just try it! Use a computer better! You will thank me later, my friend!"
-Taehyung 6:40 pm
Jungkook tossed aside his phone and sighed, leaning back on his bed frame. He wasn't one to watch things like that, even if it was very popular. Jungkook had big respect for the hybrid that would display their body like that, and if we look at it as a job, it paid more than a medical or lawyer. So, in reality, they made good money.
Jungkook, in his mental debate, concluded that he would check out what was so interesting that his friend from online had to send him one of his main Starz Cam stars.
"I hope this is not a waste of time." He walked toward his gaming room, where his PC rest, and started typing the link on the PC.
Waiting for the page to load, his eyes widen when he saw who was on screen, You. No, you couldn't be. Nothing wrong, but he never saw you like the type who would. You looked so beautiful on screen. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, but he could. He was just another viewer.
"Ok, I think maybe we should start! Hello, daddy, hi mommy! I hope that I can get the treat to cum tonight. I have been a good little cow, and I haven't touched myself since the last stream."
Jungkook lost at word how your personality shifted. It was terrific, like acting you had a role, and people in the steam were your audience watching for a show. Jungkook was conflicted more than ever if he should stay or go. a part of him wanted to give you the privacy of him, not find out, but the other part of him, the one that wanted you wanted to see.
Jungkook eyes scan the page and saw how many followers, about a million or so, which was amazing to him. He decided to stay and watch.
"Thank you, mommy, for my allowance." You said, moaning softly while you caressed your neck and legs.
Jungkook curious by what he heard allowance? His eyes landed on the tip jar. A cute tip jar animated with pastel lining and a sticker on it said 'Mooy's Allowance.'
"Thank You, Daddy."
Jungkook, click the jar icon and tap on it. There were options like 5, 10, 15, 20, and others. He gulped the lump he hand and clicked other, typing down a thousand dollars. He slowly pressed the tip icon and closed his eyes.
"Thank you, Daddy or Mommy, for the thousand dollars. I'll make sure to buy pretty close to wear just for you."
Jungkook sucked in the air. The word was directed to him. He was daddy in these cases, and he felt great with that title. He wanted to hear you call him daddy while you laid underneath him. He felt so turned on, and he wanted more. He decided to stay.
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You took off your robe slowly and teasingly know you had that effect on your viewer when you saw more jar tips coming in.
You wish you could sit down and thank every tip they gave you put you needed to continue. You let the robe slip off your shoulder and squeeze your upper body on your teats, pushing them up. You moaned when you felt a bit of your liquid trickle down from your nobs.
"Should I milk myself while I fuck myself on the knotting dildo?" You checked the chat that had a fast response of yes.
Laying back on the bed, you opened your leg, showing your underwear. You opened your robe completely, offering your set, letting the compliment roll in. You roam your hand around your body, imagining your tall wolf hybrid friend doing so. You wanted to moan and moo his name out to the skies let everyone know that you belong to him.
"Can I touch myself?"
You asked the chat fill again with compliments on the set you had on and yeses. You started squeezing your teats; making steams of milk shoot out. Your manhood twitching, eager for some friction or touch.
Pushing down your thong, your leaking hole in display with your manhood, the coldness added to your sensitivity you had. You let your left hand tease your tight rim soft whine and cute cries. You wanted to be stuff with warm cum making you so full and craving for more.
Your teats no unattended you coated your manhood with some of your slick and started slowly playing with your pink-headed member. "Am I a good cow, mommy? daddy?"
More tips and comments, the chat was so entranced with your body and movements. It was funny to you because drama, sports, and maybe politics consumed this level of attention. You closed your eyes as you grabbed a pink vibrator for your manhood, clipping it on it and the dildo with the knot.
"I wish you were here with me to show you how wet I am just for you."
You took in the dildo in your hand and opened your mouth, sucking on it, letting a few moans here and there to appease the chat. Once the dildo was wet enough, even if you didn't need it since the slick being produce was enough to help ease in any type of cock or object within reason.
Sitting up, you had aline the dildo at your entrance showing your viewer with a cheeky smile. Slowly rubbing your entrance teasing the tip, and sinking yourself on the lengthy toy. A sharp inhale making you close your eyes when you felt the toy touch your inside, rolling your eyes when you felt that special spot inside touched. Jerking from the pleasure, you mewed in satisfaction.
"I wanna see stars tonight. Will you let me?"
After approval from your viewer, your breath hitches when you started sliding in and out of the toy biting your lips, letting your imagination of Jungkook's strong body touching you milking you, and teasing you. You licked your lips and clicked on the vibrator, letting it do its job.
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Jungkook, on the other side of the screen he was mesmerized, his cock in hand as he follows each motion of your body as you sink in the toy. "Oh, baby boy." Jungkook, in the time he had concluded that he did not care if you were doing these lives. Heck, if he could ask, he would love to be in your lives with you giving you every ounce of love and care he could.
Growling when he heard you moan every time you pushed yourself down on the toy sent him to the mon he wanted to be there giving you pleasure worshiping your body. Jungkook's movement picked up the rhythm when he saw how intense your body was taking both toys.
He quickly takes off his shirt, leaving his muscular body and tattoos out hand never left his member as he kept on eye your body the glister with some many fluids.
The minutes seem to fly by, becoming closer to an hour when you had vocalized that you were reaching your stars.
"m'cumming~! Jungkook!"
Jungkook had milted. He had never had the pleasure of cumming so much as he did, but his attention was taken when he rewinds the last two word that left you mouth.
Like in shock, his mouth gasp, and his eyes widen in disbelief. You had moaned his name, and now you were left shaking in your bed, spasming from the overstimulation. A Knott inside pumping artificial seed and a vibration that wasn't turned off, making you cry more tears of pleasure.
"Daddy~"
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