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Oscar was warned that social media can be a dangerous place for Formula One drivers because of all the hate comments, but he wasn’t warned about how easy it is to get addicted to scrolling through a pretty boy’s profile full of photos and short videos of his back, thighs, ass, and dick.
Of course he didn’t use his verified account to do that. At first, he just wanted to have a second, private account for doomscrolling, following noone and noone following him, but somehow the algorithm decided to show him slightly and fully Not Safe For Work pictures of men. He wasn’t mad since he found both men and women equally beautiful, he just didn’t expect that. He scrolled through his timeline and when he was about to start marking those tweets as “not interested in this post” because he didn’t want to see soft porn photos every time he opened this evil app, he froze.
Wild brown curls, cat ears with pink bows and small bells attached to them and those big blue, leaning towards green eyes were looking straight into Oscar’s. They were pleading, begging. The caption said “kitten ready for whatever you give me tonight, 9pm gmt+1” and a link to the blue platform. Oscar clicked on the profile with a photo of collarbone as a profile picture and “lan ♡” as display name and just stared at the photos of his neck with a chocker, of his ass, him arched against the counter with a buttplug peeking from between his cheeks and more. There were also a couple of seconds of videos of inappropriate touching, running his hand through his naked chest, or his hard dick peeking from his lace panties. Oscar had to grab the bedsheet in his hotel room where he currently stayed at, to try not to get hard. At this point his hands started working on their own and moments later he had his own account created, one of his credit cards linked to it and countdown to the start of Lan’s stream.
Forty minutes and a couple of hundred pounds later he already knew that this pretty boy called Lan was his new addiction, as he looked down on his cum covered hand and sweatpants.
Lando found himself standing with his back facing a big mirror in his room once again, white shirt resting on his elbows, taking photos for another Twitter and OnlyFans post as a teaser for his next stream.
He loved what he was doing. Getting praised for doing almost nothing besides undressing himself in front of the camera and making extra money to spoil himself. He was lucky that his parents gave him the best genes and he could show it off.
This time for the stream he picked “I have a rich and bigger than me boyfriend who’s away for a weekend and I miss him so I’m going to cum in his boxers” theme. He didn’t usually do something like that, he usually just picked whatever caught his eye in his wardrobe and in his cabinet with toys and he knew his viewers would be satisfied, but tonight he felt fancy and knew that he would make much more money than usual.
“Hello my dear, long day at work hm?” Lando said with his softer voice after he was satisfied with how many people decided to watch him.
They could see his whole body as he sat on the bed in too big black boxers and white shirt that rested open on his shoulders. He had black simple mask on because there was no way he would show his whole face in front of a bunch of random people while being almost naked.
He waited a couple of seconds as he read through messages in the chat while playing with the edge of a sleeve.
“Ah, don’t worry, I’m here to help you relax and forget about everything that bothers you. Just me and you.”
Lando changed his position to kneeling one, his legs spread a little so his fans could fully see his erection under the black material.
“Yeah? You like the view? Like how hard I am just from thinking about you?” he continued and started running his fingers on his still clothed dick.
His eyes were still at the chat, looking for that one username that always showed up next to the big amount of money.
And there he was.
Pastryjack.
Lando immediately smiled under his mask, even if he swore he would never choose a favourite fan. But how could he not, when his messages in the chat scratched his brain in the right way, sounded somehow natural and not as cringy as others and he had money, lots of money.
“Such a good boy, don’t be shy, show me how pretty you are without those” the message said and Lando let out a little too pathetic moan from just reading it in his mind. His hand confidently worked on his dick for a couple of seconds more, then he smoothly and painfully slowly took off his boxers, exposing his leaking cock to the camera.
His hand came back to work on it, quiet whimpers escaping his lips, eyes closed for a second from the nice feeling inside his stomach. But only for a second since he expected his favourite to appear on his screen again.
And he didn’t disappoint. Another big donation with praises how pretty and what a good boy he was. It quickly got covered with tips from the others but all he could think of was him.
At some point his hips started moving, like he was craving some dick up his ass, them going up and down, just like he was bouncing on it.
“Fuck, miss you so much… Want you so bad, want you to fill me up until I’m leaking,” with his free hand he started caressing his stomach, ribs, nipples and collarbones.
Lando knew he liked that and that was all he cared about.
His hand moved erratically, thighs shivered, more whines muffled by his mask came out
“Can I come? Pretty please, I’m so close,” he begged and bit his lip to not cum right on spot.
“Yes baby, cum for me, looking straight at me” Lando managed to see next to a fat tip from Pastryjack and he was gone.
“Need you, close, please… Fuck,” he moaned and clenched his fist on the side of the boxers as his hot cum spilled onto black fabric and his fist, looking straight at the camera, just like he requested.
For a moment Lando just breathed, trying to calm down from his high. He looked at the mess he did and was genuinely proud of himself.
“Thank you dear, it was so good. I’m gonna go take a shower and rest. Hope to see you soon again,” he almost whispered and smiled, even if the audience could only see his eyes narrowing from it. “Thank you Jack, you were so sweet and generous as always.”
He also mentioned others that tipped him the most besides him, but he always made sure to thank him first.
“See you soon, beautiful” was the last message Lando saw before he ended the stream.
He looked down once again at his cum covering his hand and his boxers.
There was no way that he had some kind of parasocial relationship with his rich fan.
Lando didn’t know when he posted stuff like this. The last thing he remembered from the night before was lying down on the floor of his flat while hugging a half empty bottle of wine and his friends either taking photos or videos of him or trying to make him get up. Now, he was staring at the post he made on his OnlyFans account at 2am.
“E-DATING PRICES
♡ sleep call: 10 minutes = £19.99, 10+ hours = £299.99
♡ texts: “good morning/night” = £4.99, “i love you” = £4.99 per message
♡ matching pfps: 10 minutes matching pfp = £9.99, 1 day matching pfp = £99.99
♡ if interested dm me :3”
There was no way that he typed that on his own since there were no mistakes. His friends knew about his second job, so it was them who helped him or typed the whole post. After some time, he giggled quietly at this whole situation and clicked the messages icon.
Obviously, he was getting tons of direct messages, asking for a lot of stuff, like special requests or just wild fantasies about him from his followers. Every time he checked this section he was looking for Pastryjack, hoping for a really nasty, toe curling, gut wrecking message, but every time it ended up with a failure.
This time was different. As his eyes went through usernames, he spotted him. In all of his glory, with a message saying “If I’m interested in everything, will I get a discount?”. Lando’s heart skipped a beat. He knew he shouldn’t be that excited about a fan messaging him, but it was Pastryjack, his Pastryjack, his parasocial sweetheart.
Of course Lando could message him first, but every time he thought about it, he thought it would be awkward or even weird. What was he supposed to send him? A nude? Invite for a private show? A silly message saying “thanks for the money, and by the way I always wait for your messages in the chat while I fuck myself with a dildo and I’m in parasocial relationship with you”? Yes, Lando was bold and confident when it came to showing his ass to random people on the internet, but when it came to actually start talking in private to someone, who probably even dreamed about getting a message from him, he was first to chicken out.
At first, his finger hovered over the username, then he did a few circles with his thumbs over the keyboard, trying to come up with a chill and cute message, even if he definitely didn’t feel chill and cute.
lan ♡
even if you were interested in only one thing, i would give you a discount
you always spoil me so good
whenever you’re not there during streams, i always feel like something is missing :(
Lando looked at the message after he sent it and felt pure cringe go through his body. He even gave himself a facepalm. Well, it was too late now. He left the conversation open for a few minutes, hoping he would text him back, while he was trying to eat yogurt and not throw up. After he was done, he saw that he was still on delivered and decided to check later if he got an answer.
And oh boy, he did. Lando smiled like a total freak at the screen of his phone as he read the messages for the fifth time.
Pastryjack
I’m so sorry baby, sometimes my work doesn’t allow me to be there during streams
But I always make sure to watch you when I’m done
Can’t miss any angle of such pretty boy
Back to the offer, I was joking about the discount but I’m still interested in a whole package <3
Lando’s mind became loud, too loud for his state. He shouldn’t react like that. As he took two deep breaths, he started typing.
lan ♡
i love when you call me like that, pls don’t stop
the post about matching pfps etc was a joke haha
posted it when i was drunk af with friends soooo
but maybe just for you i could consider similar offer to that one hehe
Immediately after he sent the last message, he saw that it was on seen. Seen… Pastryjack was right there. Lando had to set his phone on the counter and do a few laps around the kitchen.
Pastryjack
Then, I’m waiting for the offer
I lowkey hope for an option like Discord call or something like that, dms there are so confusing and hurt my eyes lol
lan ♡
OMG YOU WANT A DISCORD CALL??????
i mean yeah we can do that, maybe not today since i have horrible headache and feel like shit
but of course, discord call is on the list <3
wait you can add me now if you want
lnfroggiezzz is my username
Pastryjack
On my way to add you, cutie
And a minute later Lando got an invite on Discord from user pastrywithberries. He couldn’t help but smile at that username.
lnfroggiezzz
you seem to really like pastries
since you have them in both your usernames
pastrywithberries
Hah yeah :)
Guilty pleasure of mine
And do you like frogs since you have them in your username here?
lnfroggiezzz
they’re cute
i like them
especially the colorful ones
sometimes i go like
look this one looks like me
pastrywithberries
They’re cute indeed
Aren’t some of them toxic?
lnfroggiezzz
are you implying that i am toxic too?
pastrywithberries
Are you?
lnfroggiezzz
omg bye
no
i mean
idk
the only red flag i noticed in myself is that i have a parasocial relationship with certain person who spoils me and praise me like crazy
pastrywithberries
Do you mean me?
lnfroggiezzz
maybe
pastrywithberries
Then we have matching red flags
Because I also have a parasocial relationship with certain person who I spoil and praise like crazy
At this moment Lando wanted to type something like “can’t wait to make it not parasocial” but he held himself back and only sent him “♡”.