Namjoon plops down next to me on the couch, huffing and trying to catch his breath. "What a letdown."

"Now, what made your dumb ass think I was really going to be naked?" I snicker, rolling my eyes.

"A guy can hope." He joins my snickering. He pulls his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and begins fumbling with it a bit. "Anyway, get your phone out please? Go to the app real quick."

I do so, opening the profile page for JustUs. I don't notice anything too significant, other than the number of subscribers has increased.

"Okay?" I speak, a hint of confusion in my tone. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"That little circle thing next to our display name." He smiles.

My eyes widen, noticing the circled check mark. "Holy shit! We're verified!?"

"Crazy isn't it?" Namjoon's smile widens, his dimples so deep someone could swim in them. "We're really verified."

"How in the hell did that happen so quickly?" I ask in disbelief.

"When someone as beautiful as you comes out of the woodworks and gives good content, why wouldn't it happen?" He asks, but it comes out as more of a statement.

I feel my face heating up and I know this is exactly what that asshole wants. "Shut up. You're bringing in the subscribers."

"Bullshit." He challenges. "You have honestly made such an impact on my account since we started this. We average roughly at about 2-k new subscribers weekly. Also, I would get hundreds of comments a week from my solo stuff. With you, we're getting thousands. And the amount of people seeing you and saying they can feel sexy too? You're the one pulling all the weight, Ky."

Am I really that damn important to this equation? Do I really matter that much to people? The last thing I would have ever expected going into this was that I would actually enjoy what I'm doing. This all started as an easy way to get some extra cash to play catch up. Now that I've achieved that, there would be no need to continue. So why do I want to keep doing this?

"You're overthinking." Namjoon notices, and I look at him. "What you thinking?"

"I don't know." I shrug.

"Sure you do." He eggs on.

"It's all just weird, Joon." I mumble. "We've basically accomplished the main goal, and that was my financial issue. So, why keep going?"

He hums to himself in understanding, nodding. "That's true. If you're ready to call it quits, we can. You call the shots."

"I don't want to." I admit before I have enough time to think.

Namjoon's eyes almost bulge out of his head as he hears what I've just said. "You what?"

"Nothing." I try to take back my sentence. "Forget what I said."

"I don't want to." He repeats my words. "You don't want to stop making content?"

It's silent for a moment as I try to process what I'm going to say next. Namjoon won't let me change the subject until he gets his answer. I guess I'll have to just be completely honest. Fuck, what have I done?

"I don't." I admit, sighing as I give in and spill the beans. "Joon, I actually feel good doing it. I feel like a woman should, whatever the hell that means. I just feel really sexy."

"I love that for you." He smiles softly. He leans in, leaving a lingering, yet quick kiss to my lips. I'm still not used to the random kisses my best friend gives me. "You deserve to feel sexy."

"Thank you."

Butterflies try their hardest to break free from their cage that's trapped inside my stomach. I feel lighter, almost as if I'm not in my body. Everything just feels good. I feel good.

"What do you want to do now going forward? Content wise, since you're still in." Namjoon asks me.

"I think I can do a video." I breathe in, pulling my shirt over my head to expose my bra. It's black and lacy, shows my nipples, and is honestly way out of my comfort zone.

"Right now?" He asks, caught off guard.

I muster up every bit of confidence I have left. "Yeah. Let's do it."

Namjoon smiles softly, leaving a gentle kiss to my cheek that leaves that spot on fire. "You look so beautiful, by the way. Are you really ready to make a video?"

"Yes." I nod, not in the right headspace to take anything back.

Like I've said to myself over and over again, this has gone way beyond any monetary value. Being with Namjoon and creating this kind of content makes me feel sexy. I finally feel good in my skin, little by little, and it took being exposed and at my most vulnerable with him to feel like this.

Namjoon stands and I stand with him, but frown when he shakes his head. "Wait here."

I sit back down, watching as he disappears into my bedroom. Moments later, he comes out with the tripod ring light. I sit back in silence as I watch him get his phone set up, with the desired lighting. Once the camera on his phone is opened, he looks to me as if asking for my final answer. I nod, ready for whatever is to come my way from this. With that final nod as concrete confirmation, he presses the record button.

"Don't worry." He reassures. "We'll look back on it and work some magic with cropping, filters, and all that good stuff."

"Okay."

Being photographed is one thing, but willingly being in front of the camera on video is something completely different. After the 10 second countdown, his phone makes a noise to notify us that recording has begun. Knowing that I'm being recorded has just about put me in a state of panic. Why did I initiate this again?

Namjoon kisses my forehead; a foreign type of affection that is still hard for me to get used to. "Loosen up a bit. You're so tense."

"I'm literally being filmed."

"It's okay, Ky. Breathe. Just focus on me."

He captures my lips, my mind being carried away from my nerves. I feel my body loosen with each movement of his lips against mine. He helps me to stand, pulling me closer to him and smacking my ass. I lightly gasp at the sensation, allowing him to feel all over my body. When he pulls away, his eyes trail down to my bra where my nipples are peaking through the lace. This is probably the most my breasts have been exposed, and I'm ready to crawl under a rock. Before I can fully process my thoughts of fleeing, he's undoing the back of my bra. The straps droop on my shoulders, and I instinctively grab at the cups of the material.

With his index finger under my chin and his thumb right at the forefront, Namjoon lifts my head to look me in my eyes. "Look at me."

"What are we doing?" I ask obliviously.

"Who knows at this point." He lightly chuckles. "Don't think too much, okay?"

I nod, letting my mind go and solely focusing on what is going on at hand. I let my arms slowly fall at my sides and my bra slowly drops from my breasts. Standing in all my bare chested glory, Namjoon gracefully, but carefully, grabs each one in his hands. It has been a long time since these things have been held by someone.

All too soon, my right nipple is in between his lips. A soft moan escapes from the tunnel that is my throat. His tongue flicks the very sensitive nub and he sucks on it immediately after. I feel myself getting hotter- body temperature wise and down there.

"Joon, please." I whine.

"Talk to me." He speaks lowly, kissing from my breasts and up my chest until he he pecks my lips. "Tell me what you want."

"You." I admit. "I want you."

Namjoon smiles, crouching some and pulling my pants down. I step out of my bottoms and underwear, leaving me completely naked. This is the first time I've been completely nude for this man and I feel nervous yet very... Comfortable?

"You're stunning." He praises me. "You really are."

I look down at my toes, trying my damn hardest to not run and hide in the corner. No, Kyla. You can do this.

"Thank you." I manage to say, still looking toward the ground.

I look up with a slight frown as Namjoon starts to undress as well. "If you're going to be naked, I'll have to join you."

"Anything to be out of your clothes." I joke, receiving a relieved smile from him.

"That too."

I find myself just staring at Namjoon. He said I'm stunning? I'm nowhere near as stunning as this man. If I was a little more confident, I would have already devoured this man. Seeing the situation we're in right now, though, is as good of a time as any.

"Sit on the couch?" He asks.

I do so, sitting and he follows. He drops to his knees, opens my legs, and props them on his shoulders. I instantly melt in the feeling of his tongue that glides with ease against my clit down to my opening. My hands find his hair in an instant as I'm trying not to push him further into me. This is the second time I've felt his tongue and it feels just as amazing as the first time. I squeal as he sucks my clit, causing my toes to curl and my back to arch just slightly off the couch. I can't help but to push him further into me, wanting to cum in his mouth and feel just as amazing as I had the first time.

"Fuck," I whisper yell when I feel a finger inserted inside of me.

I can't hold on any longer as I find myself reaching the top of the rollercoaster, and barreling down at top speed. My body tries to level out, but it's of no use because Namjoon hasn't stopped. The overstimulation from him figure eight-ing my clit to his thrusting into me is making me dizzy in the most amazing way.

"Joon pl-please." I whimper, wanting him to stop but keep going at the same time.

I'm driven up the wall when I feel the vibration of his moans against me and I find all the strength in me to push him away. I'm spent, convinced he has 2 heads. I try to catch my labored breaths, only to whine and cross my legs. I didn't even last a good 5 minutes, but I'm not complaining. I'm content, but not satisfied.

I look at the man in front of me with hooded eyelids as his mouth glistens, almost sparkling thanks to me and to the lights. I'm so turned on, wanting even more from him. I mumble to myself, hoping he hears the somewhat coherent words I've muttered. I don't really want to repeat it.

"Hm?" Namjoon slowly gets closer to me, kissing me so that I can taste myself.

Of course he didn't understand it. I mentally pout but toughen up to get these words off of my chest. I can't take it anymore. I want him right now.

"Please fuck me."

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HELLO!?!?!?!!!!?!??!!? BETWEEN MY WORK SCHEDULE & LIVING AS A BROKE ASS ADULT, I COULDN'T FINISH THIS IN THE TIME FRAME I WANTED TO. KILL ME NOW IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE-

HI! We've finally reached that point y'all! It's so damn obvious that Joon about to give my bitch Ky that good good 🤌🏾 I'm high right now as well so please let me know if none of this makes sense, especially toward the end lol. Once I'm sober it'll all make sense 😂

I still hope you enjoy this & let me know what yall wanna see next chapter! I love you all so so soooooo much & thank you for your love & support 🥰💕

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