"Ky, you gotta look at this." Namjoon smiles, coming over to me on the couch and sitting down. "Look."

I look up from my book that I'm nearly finished reading and take a peek at what he's showing me on his phone screen. I frown, shrugging. "Okay? It's just your JustUs page."

"Our JustUs page." He corrects.

I shrug again. "Yeah, that. What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"Peep the subscribers."

I sigh, looking at the number of subscribers, and then gasping. "Woah."

"Woah is right." He smiles bigger, his dimples not leaving his cheeks. "Can you believe that?"

"Barely." I lean back, a small smile forming upon my lips. "I haven't looked at the account in over 2 weeks, and last I remembered, it was like 3 something thousand. How many subscribers did we gain?"

"3-K."

"Uh, that's three-zero-zero-zero, Namjoon." I say in disbelief.

He laughs, nodding. "3 of the damnedest zeros behind that 3. We gained that in almost 3 weeks."

"With no posting?"

"I've posted a bit." Namjoon answers. "They've been wanting you, though. I haven't said anything because when you're ready, you'll tell me."

I smile, appreciating that he's not rushing me. We begin discussing several options we can choose from for the content we want to post, all picture related at this moment. It's unreal just thinking that about how six thousand people will be seeing this stuff, honestly, probably even more. It makes me nervous, but I know there's nothing for me to worry about. I completely trust Namjoon and know that he won't steer me wrong.

"So here's what I was thinking:" He starts. "We should make a content schedule; have certain days where only you and I post separately. And then we'll have one together."

"Do I have to post something solo every week?" I ask. "I feel like that's too much for me."

"Would you be more comfortable doing every other week?  Or something else? We can accommodate so you're not feeling overwhelmed."

I sigh in relief, grateful that he's so patient during this weird process. "Can I just randomly pop up?"

"Yeah, that's totally fine. I'm gonna post about twice a week maybe? And I think we should post together once a week. That way you can get the money forwarded to you."

"Now, how will that work? Will it come to you and you give it to me?" I inquire.

"Cool shit happened with that, actually." Namjoon smiles. "So the site has the option to add another person in on the account, making it a joint account. I get to custom set it to where you can have a direct deposit on file, and when the end of the month gets here, select which content you earned the money from."

"Well that's neat." I reply, satisfied. "I guess I can do the direct deposit stuff. And the once a week thing too with you."

"You sure that's okay for you? If it isn't, tell me."

"No, it's okay. I'll be okay."

"Awesome because we gotta post today." He says nonchalantly, standing to set up the ring light.

"What?" I reply, wide-eyed.

"We haven't posted together in a few weeks. They're restless, Ky."

"Nah." I cross my arms. "I'm not even prepared."

He chuckles. "Yes you are. Those shorts and that cami tank thingy you have on is perfect. Wanna take off your bra, too?"

"Namjoon." I groan.

"What? You can always say no." He shrugs, setting his phone up and getting whatever angle he needs. "The people may want to see nips poking out."

"My God, I can't win." I reach around my back, able to unhook my bra with my cami still on, and pulling the material off. I throw it to the floor, accidentally hitting Namjoon's foot. "My bad."

"All good." He smirks, using his foot to slide it to the side. "Is there anyway you want to take the picture? Or do you wanna switch it up and do a short video?"

I shrug my shoulders. I hadn't thought  about any of this, having it being sprung upon me last minute. I haven't even gotten the chance to mentally prepare myself. He's the content creator here. I'm just the broke best friend that agreed to join in because I need my bills paid. Sounds sad as hell, but that is my life.

"I don't know."

I lie back on my bed, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. The only noise being made is coming from Namjoon shuffling around a bit. I'm assuming he's moving the ring light to a new position. The noise stops and I can only hear his light breathing. It goes a little longer than I expect it to and I frown.

"Keep your eyes closed." He requests. "I'm gonna try something."

"Okay?" I'm a bit nervous not knowing what he's up to since he's having to keep my eyes closed. "Make it quick please?"

"Okay." He agrees.

Before I know it, I feel Namjoon climbing on top of me and his lips are now on mine. My breath is taken away and I feel as though I'm melting right into the mattress. Our lips move in sync, dancing so softly and effortlessly with each other. Each time I've kissed him, it feels like a new first. The first ever kiss was sporadic, then he started doing that random kiss shit. The last kiss was pretty heated, but this one is gentle and, dare I say it, loving. I like this one the most out of them all.

I'm able to catch my breath when he leaves my lips, speaking lowly in my ear. "I'm going to touch you now. Is that okay?"

I nod, unable to produce words. His hand rests above the waistband of my shorts and I can already feel my heart rate accelerating. It slows down just a little when his hand makes its way up my stomach. I lightly shiver when my breast is exposed and I feel his tongue swirling around my nipple.

My head is empty as the only thing on my mind right now is how good his mouth feels. Flashbacks begin to flood their way inside my mind as well, his tongue being at the forefront of these amazing memories. He knows what to do with it, and frankly, I'm anticipating the next time I'm able to feel that.

Namjoon comes up to kiss my lips once more, then looks at me. I have finally opened my eyes, only to be swallowed by his fierce gaze. I refuse to look away in fear that he'll get up if I do.

"D-did you get pictures?" I ask stupidly. I groan, rolling my eyes at myself. "Scratch that."

He chuckles above me, shaking his head. "No, I haven't. No videos, either."

"Then what was that?" I give him a confused look.

"That was me getting you prepared."

"Prepared for what?"

He quickly gets up and presses a couple buttons on his phone before coming back and hovering over top of me. I gasp when his hand cups me, feeling the pressure of one of his finger at my slit. All too quickly, he's able to move my shorts and panties to one side and inserts said finger into me.

I can't hold back the moan that creeps its way out. I arch my back slightly, pushing myself into him to add pressure to my clit from his palm. His soft lips connect to my neck, distracting me for only a moment before my attention is placed back on his finger that's gliding in and out of me with ease. Butterflies flutter their asses off in my stomach when he leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my ear. He speeds up his movements, adding another finger into me and driving me up the wall.

"I knew you'd be this wet for me." He just about whispers in my ear. "I want you this wet when I'm finally inside you."

I'm sick to my stomach, mere inches away from passing out as those words alone trigger my orgasm. My moans come out in a staggered frenzy as my muscles tense. The pinnacle of my orgasm is yet to come until he goes at a more vigorous pace. The sound of my wetness turns me on more and I'm shaking, feeling a new sensation arise. I can't catch my breathe but I'll happily die this way as my eyes roll to the back of my head and I let out a scream.

"Fuck Joon!" I'm sopping wet, my body starting to spasm as he snatches his hand away and he's covered in all my juices that has just squirted on him.

Namjoon chuckles lowly, cursing under his breath as he watches my body level itself out. "You can squirt, huh. That's good to know."

I try to form words, but I can't. Nothing coherent will come out other than whimpers of satisfaction. I've had those orgasms where it's like "Wow, that just happened.", but nothing has ever prepared me for one like this. I can feel myself losing consciousness. I'm absolutely exhausted from that.

Namjoon starts to get off of me, but I find enough strength to pull him back down into me. "No."

"Hm?" I feel him smiling into my neck. "What's this about?"

"Don't leave." I finally say.

I know that both of our bottoms are wet, but fuck it. I've made up my mind that he cannot move until the next morning. He will lie here on top of me or next to me, depending on what he feels like, until the sun rises. He can't just have a girl cum like that and then expect to get up. My body has never been this needy before and it feels weird. It's like I don't care what we get ourselves into from this moment going forward as long as we don't stop doing this. Within minutes, I feel myself drifting away with each moment that just played out replaying in my mind.

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