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The day has turned to night outside the office window, but the fluorescent lights above his cubicle still burn as bright as ever. Jaehyun rubs his temples and blinks away the dryness in his eyes. The five cups of coffee he’s had aren’t helping the headache that’s been building up all throughout the day or his lousy concentration—the cells in the excel sheets seem to be merging together no matter how hard he tries to focus.
Jaehyun pushes his glasses up, checks the time on his wristwatch and lets out a long sigh. On a normal day he’d be home by now, sitting comfortably on his couch and opening a can a beer, ready to watch his favorite show. Yet here he is, sitting down on his “ergonomic” desk chair in the empty office after hours, doing someone else’s work.
It’s all the project manager’s fault. Ever since Jaehyun declined his dinner invitation two weeks ago, the guy’s had a personal vendetta against him. Alphas and their fragile egos, Jaehyun mutters under his breath. Then, as if he said something unwarranted, he shoots up from his chair and checks if anyone heard him.
All of the cubicles are empty. The boss’ office is dark behind the glass walls. The place is dead silent, aside from the low hum of the A/C unit. He really is alone.
An idea occurs to him as he gazes down at his wristwatch once more. It’s past 9PM which means that the show has started. Surely no one will find out if he opens up the show on his laptop in incognito mode. A tingle runs down his spine and he bites his lip, mulling it over.
He shouldn’t. But he could.
The two surveillance cameras near the cubicles are placed far enough away that if he scoots up close to his desk it’ll look like he’s working hard—or at least that’s what Jaehyun is counting on when he logs onto the website without as much as a second thought.
Just as expected, the show is already on. Jaehyun clicks on the small preview image on the front page, and the screen fills up with live feed of a man around his age. Soft makeup enhances his delicate yet sharp, undoubtedly feline features. The man—who goes by the screen name kittyong—is speaking to the camera. Jaehyun turns the volume up a few notches to make out what it is he says.
“… and he said my hair would look better short but I like it more like this,” kittyong says, twirling his platinum blonde locks around his finger. “What do you guys think?”
Thank God, Jaehyun thinks. It looks like he made it before the real show starts. Usually kittyong spends the first five to twenty minutes chatting about his week and connecting with the audience, and only then does whatever he’s planned for the night, which more often than not involves taking off each piece of clothing and a variety of toys.
Tonight, kittyong is wearing a lilac woolen cardigan with seemingly nothing underneath—as he moves around, Jaehyun can catch glimpses of the twin dragon tattoo on his sternum.
A whole slew of comments roll on the side of the screen, most undoubtedly coming from horny alphas that can’t wait for the omega to undress. Jaehyun types out a comment of his own and watches it pop up in the chat alongside a red rose emoji—a verification of his paid subscriber status.
valentinesjae 🌹
—you look beautiful tonight
Seeing as the show has 127 people watching, Jaehyun doesn’t expect to get a response, but his heart skips a beat when kittyong blinks his long lashes, smiles at the camera, and says, “You really think so, my valentine?”
The nickname is what does Jaehyun in. He knows it’s kittyong’s job to create a loyal viewership. He’s aware of the performative aspect that comes with being a camboy. But still, he can’t stop the butterflies in his stomach from taking flight. Before he knows it, he’s typed out another comment and sent a small tip with it.
valentinesjae 🌹 tipped 100 coins!
—of course, my kitten <3
“Aww, I should’ve worn my ears today,” kittyong says. “But I wanted to prepare something different for tonight. Something special. You wanna see?”
Jaehyun types out a yes please that gets lost in the wave of comments flooding the chat. kittyong shifts the angle of the camera and scoots up on the mountain of pillows he’s leaning on, revealing white lace stockings and a ruffled miniskirt that matches the lilac of the cardigan.
Fuck. The man is absolutely perfect from head to toe.
Jaehyun bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. His suit feels more suffocating by the second, so he slips off his jacket, loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his shirt, glancing around the room once more to make sure no eyes are on him. Now he’s acutely aware of the security cameras—the thought of someone watching his actions sends a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through his body.
The realization hits him like a slap in the face. He’s really getting off on this. He hasn’t even touched himself, but the sheer thought of someone catching him mid-jerk gets him hard as rock.
Jaehyun focuses back on the livestream just as kittyong unbuttons his cardigan and says, “I’m so pent up, I’ve been waiting all week.” He smoothes one hand over his bare chest, the other he slips under his skirt. “Wanted to show off my new skirt, wanted to play with my new toy.”
As Jaehyun unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, a familiar sweet amber scent floats up to his nose—a telltale sign of his own arousal. His boxers are damp with slick, and he already knows that by the end of the stream it’ll soak through his pants. He’ll have to wear a spare pair for work tomorrow, that is, if he still has a job.
He breathes through his nose and tries to keep a straight face as he palms himself over his boxers, while kittyong rolls one of his nipples between his fingers and arches his back, drawing out a low moan.
“God, I’m so fucking wet.” kittyong’s legs fall open. His skirt bundles around his waist, his hard cock peeks underneath it, and his thighs glisten from slick. “Need alpha to take care of me.”
The tips come raining in, but kittyong doesn’t pay much attention to them aside from a smile and a wink. He tips his head back, trails his fingers up his thighs, and cups his cock and balls to show the camera his dripping hole.
Jaehyun licks his lips, wondering what kittyong tastes like, if his slick would be as sweet and fruity as most omegas or if it’s more subdued like Jaehyun’s. He imagines it were his fingers that trace kittyong’s rim, that it was him making the omega whimper with need.
“Want alpha’s cock,” kittyong whines, grinding his hips. “Need you to fill me up.”
Jaehyun pools saliva in his mouth and spits into his palm. A wave of relief washes over him when he sneaks his spit-covered hand under his waistband and finally grips his shaft.
kittyong reaches out of frame and pulls out a hot pink anal plug which Jaehyun instantly recognizes as the very same one he purchased off kittyong’s wishlist a few weeks ago. His cock throbs at the thought of the camboy doing this for him. He strokes his cock slowly with one hand and sends his second tip of the night with the other.
valentinesjae 🌹 tipped 100 coins!
—say thank you, kitten
It’s more of a request than a demand, but there’s no guarantee kittyong listens to requests anyway. He may even ignore the tip altogether. He’s bratty like that, sometimes. This time however, kittyong does acknowledge his request. “Was it you who bought it for me?”
valentinesjae 🌹
—yes
kittyong ’s dark brown eyes look even more humongous than usual when he leans up close to the camera and says, “Thank you, my valentine.” He licks a stripe across the length of the plug and kisses the tip. “I’ve been wanting this toy for so long.”
High on attention from his favorite camboy, Jaehyun tries to keep the conversation going.
valentinesjae 🌹 tipped 500 coins!
—won’t you show me how pretty you look using it
kittyong grins as he leans back and spreads his legs wider. He brings the toy down to his rim, teasing the audience by wriggling his hips. “I need alpha’s cock so bad.”
Jaehyun grips the base of his cock to keep from blowing his load too early. His hole aches to be filled, and he can feel the slick gushing out and dripping down his legs. He’s desperate for a toy, a finger—anything—but he’s even more desperate to sink his cock deep inside the pretty omega on screen. The whine he lets out when kittyong presses the toy inside is pathetic. He’s never been more jealous of an inanimate object before.
“Fuck, I wish you were here. I’d make you feel so fucking good.” kittyong sinks the toy all the way to the base in one fluid movement. Then, he presses a button on the underside of the plug, and the toy starts vibrating in a slow staccato rhythm.
The quivering moans coming from the camboy send shivers down Jaehyun’s spine. The all too familiar warmth coils in the pit of Jaehyun’s stomach, and he knows he won’t last long. Lost in the sea of pleasure, he leans back on his chair and lets out a long groan.
kittyong presses the button again. The vibrations double in speed, and his moans double in volume. “Want your knot stretching me open,” he manages. “Want you to come inside me, fill me up.”
Jaehyun’s now jerking off in clear view of the surveillance cameras, yet there’s not an ounce of shame left in his body. He watches how kittyong reaches his peak, how his hips shake uncontrollably as his cock spurts out ropes of come all over his soft stomach and ruffled skirt.
Slick gushes out of kittyong the moment he pulls the toy out. Knowing first hand how potent with pheromones omega slick is after an orgasm, Jaehyun wants nothing more than to lap it all up. And the thought of doing exactly that is what has him gasping for air, his vision blurring, and the heat spilling out of him.
The regret hits only when he’s come down from his high, when he’s regained his vision, when the reality of the situation has settled in. Jaehyun just masturbated at his workplace, out in the open where anyone could see. His clothes are ruined with slick, sweat, and come. And there’s a shitload of work he still needs to do before he can even go home and change.
There’s a very real possibility that he may not have a job to come back to tomorrow. Getting fired from a prestigious company like Neo Culture Tech means he would be blacklisted and he would never work a well paying job again.
The only thing he can do to remedy the situation is clean up the mess, finish his work, and pray that nobody will ever watch the surveillance tapes.
It’s kittyong’s voice that snaps Jaehyun out of his thoughts. “Did you enjoy yourselves? I know I did,” he says with a chuckle.
Jaehyun’s afraid he enjoyed it a little too much in the heat of the moment. Now all that’s left is the gnawing feeling inside, eating him alive. He doesn’t bother commenting on the stream, but reads some reactions from other subscribers he recognizes.
100hyung 🌹 tipped 3,000 coins!
—thank you for the show baby. you’re so gorgeous when you’re getting fucked <3
moonshines 🌹 tipped 777 coins!
—the skirt was so hot, please wear one again!
yuyucherry 🌹 tipped 100 coins!
—you should try a real alpha knot next time ;)
kittyong laughs. “Well, yuyu, it might be your lucky day! I know I’ve done solo shows for a while now but I’m actually looking for a new partner again. Who knows, maybe I’ll have an alpha with me next week.”
The idea of kittyong having sex with someone—a random alpha—has Jaehyun feeling strangely jealous. He knows being a camboy means doing shows with other people, but the entire reason Jaehyun’s been watching kittyong’s shows for the past two months is the fact that he’s a solo omega, which there are surprisingly few of on the feeltheheat.stream website.
“And maybe it’ll be one of you,” kittyong says with a sly grin. Jaehyun quirks an eyebrow, wondering if he heard him correctly. “That’s right, you guys. I’m opening up the applications for viewers as well.”
Huh. The fantasy of fucking his favorite camboy doesn’t seem that farfetched anymore.
“I’m going to end the show here, but if you click on the updated description underneath the stream, there’s going to be a link that’ll take you straight to the application.” kittyong waves goodbye to the camera. “I hope to see you all next week. See you!”
The stream fades to black. Out of pure curiosity, Jaehyun clicks the link in the description. The application opens up in a new tab, and he scrolls through it, contemplating if he should fill out the form just for the hell of it. Would being a camboy himself be that bad?
There’s one glaringly obvious problem. If he were to apply, he’d have to lie about being an alpha. And that’s not a lie he can get away with. Even if he could mask his scent, once the clothes are off, there’s no way he can fake having a knot or hide the slick leaking out of him.
On the other hand, being possibly watched by someone did make his body react in a way he never thought he would. Would it be the same if he was having sex in front of a camera, knowing there’d be people watching for sure?
There’s also the fact that he’d have to quit his current job if he starts livestreaming sex. But then again, the probability of getting fired because of tonight’s momentary lapse of judgement is very high.
So.
Fuck it.