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On your way to Tamon’s place, you couldn’t stop the giddy feeling bubbling in your chest. You’d gotten so used to coming over that sometimes you forgot you were, in fact, casually visiting your favorite idol’s apartment like it was nothing.Truly, you were living the dream.
Finally reaching the door, you smoothed your clothes, cleared your throat, then rang the doorbell. A few seconds pass, and soon enough, you hear footsteps on the other side. The door opened. And then your brain politely excused itself from this world.
Tamon stood there with damp hair, strands clinging lightly to his forehead and neck, tiny droplets of water still trailing down near his collarbone. A towel rested over one shoulder, his hand loosely gripping the edge of it like he’d just been using it a second ago.
And instead of his usual oversized black hoodie, his emotional support garment, really, he wore a plain white T-shirt.
“Hello– ” was the only thing he managed to stutter before your head violently combusted, blood splashing everywhere. He reflexively threw his arms up to shield himself, then slowly lowered them, staring at you in horror and worry as you dropped dead onto the ground. “N-no..! A-are you okay?! Please, wake up…!”
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When you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on the couch in Tamon’s apartment. It takes a moment for your senses to return, and when they do, you see Tamon leaning over you with a glass of water in hand, his expression a bit tense with worry.
The moment he noticed your eyes open, his shoulders sagged in visible relief. “I’m glad you’re awake… You really gave me a scare.” He said, offering you the glass of water as you sat up, “Please, drink some.”
“Thank you…” You said, accepting the glass with both hands and taking a few sips,“The visual with wet hair was just… too powerful…”
“Oh…” He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that… I was just about to dry it.”
“I see… You should go do that, then. ” you suggested. “It’s a bit chilly here, and it wouldn’t be good if you got sick. I”ll get to work in the meantime.”
He looked at you silently for a moment before giving a small nod. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”
With that, he disappeared down the hall, and a moment later the faint humming of the hairdryer filled the apartment.
Now left alone, you walked into the kitchen to drop the cup into the sink and finally allowed yourself a proper look around.
Wrappers were scattered on the table, cups here and there, and some dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing terrible – if anything, the place had been in much worse shape before, so you felt quite happy seeing that he’d been taking better care of himself.
So, you got to tidying straight away. It didn’t take that much time, and once the kitchen looked reasonably presentable, you turned back towards the living room – and that’s when it caught your eye.
There, draped casually over the back of the couch you’d just been lying on, was his black hoodie. Walking up to the couch, you picked it up without a second thought.
The fabric felt incredibly soft in your hands – no wonder he loved wearing it so much, aside from the convenient fact that it let him hide his beautiful face. A small, guilty part of your brain couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to wear it, to wrap yourself in something so private and personal to him.
Your heart began to race. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt if you just… asked him if you could wear it. No harm in that, right?
You lifted it closer, just a little, inhaling faintly – but then, the sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your reverie.
You jerked upright, frozen for a moment like you’d been caught committing a crime.
Tamon stepped back into the room, hair now fluffy and dry, dressed in another one of his black hoodies. He slowed when he saw the one you were holding.
“Ah… sorry,” he mumbled, stepping forward. “I need to wash that one…” His hand reached out instinctively, trying to take the hoodie away from you.
You didn’t let go.
“Um…?” He blinked, confusion mixed with a hint of worry. “Is… something wrong?”
“N-no… I was just… haha…” You scrambled for an excuse, cheeks warming. “…It’s a bit cold, actually, so I was thinking… maybe I could put it on?”
His eyes widened a bit, “Y-you should have told me you were cold. I can get you a clean one from the closet…”
“No need. Um… I want this one, if that’s alright?”
His hands came up to fidget with the hoodie strings, anxiety flickering across his face. “But why? There’s no way anyone would want a dirty hoodie someone like me has worn. You’re going to realize how disgusting I am and throw up.”
You paused for a moment, frowning slightly. “You’re not. I want to wear it because it’s yours, so I’m sure it smells wonderful. So… can I?”
That seemed to do the trick for now. He hesitated, looking down at his feet, before finally meeting your eyes.
“Well… If that’s what you want..”
Grinning like you’d just won the lottery, you slipped the hoodie over your head. The sleeves swallowed your hands almost entirely, the hem falling to mid-thigh. You tugged the collar up to your nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled faintly of sweat – and in your mind, it was divine.
“Thank you for this gift, my dear god.” you whispered, a little breathless.
“...As long as you’re happy.” Tamon murmured, cheeks tinged pink, his voice soft.
With that, you returned to tidying up the apartment, moving from room to room as if nothing unusual had happened.
Of course, you tried not to pay it any mind, but it was impossible to ignore the way Tamon’s gaze followed you – you could almost feel it drilling into your back. Every now and then, when you managed to steal a peek at his face, you saw a strange, almost unreadable expression lingering there.
After a while of that one-sided staring contest, you couldn’t take it anymore. Putting down the broom, you wandered over to the couch. Tamon was scrolling on his phone, but the moment you leaned into his space, he instinctively shifted back. His eyes flicked from your face down to the hoodie you were wearing.
Slowly, he lowered his phone.
“Is something wrong?” you asked gently. “You’ve been looking at me kinda weird…”
“N-nothing is wrong..!” he muttered quickly, waving his hands in the air like he was physically trying to bat the accusation away. “Sorry if I was staring…You just– um… never mind…it’s nothing, really.”
You studied him for a few quiet seconds, then your expression fell.
“I-Is it the hoodie? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have pushed– ”
“It’s not that!” he cut in, louder than he meant to. You flinched.
He immediately shrank in on himself, fingers tugging the hood strings, “I just… don’t get it. Why would you want that dirty hoodie? It must be gross… I must be…”
You gently caught his hands before he could hide his face.
“I told you already, didn’t I? It’s yours. Of course I like it.” You smiled, small but warm. “I’m really happy you let me wear it.”
He looked away, jaw tight, still unconvinced.
It would be hard to convince him, but you really wanted him to know that you truly liked it. When an idea popped into your head, your cheeks heated. You hesitated for a moment, then forced yourself to keep going.
“I-if anything… I think it’s kinda hot.”
His head snapped toward you. “What.. ? How could that possibly be hot?”
You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek. “Wearing your clothes… it’s kind of like when people steal their boyfriend’s hoodie, right? So if anything, it’s kind of a turn on, you know…?”
Silence.
Tamon just stared at you, mouth slightly open.
You hold an awkward smile, panic quietly setting in. Okay. Maybe that was too much.
“Um…! What I was trying to say is, you really shouldn’t think that you’re–”
Your words cut off in a small squeak when his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. In one quick motion he pulled you forward.
You landed against him, breath knocked from your lungs, and before you could process it, he shifted, guiding you down until your back met the couch cushions.
“What are you doing?” Your voice cracked, heat rushing to your face.
“Saying stuff like that to a guy…” His voice was low, shaky in a way that didn’t match the intensity in his eyes. “Do you even know what it’s making me feel?”
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things weird–”
“You didn’t.” His hand tightened slightly at your waist, “If that’s really how you feel about me…” His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, “Then… I can show you how I feel, too.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
You barely had time to inhale before he leaned in, slow enough to give you a chance to pull away - close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath first. The world shrank to that tiny space between you.
And then he closed it, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss caught you completely off guard. Your chest heaved, heartbeat hammering in your ears as your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or hold him closer. His lips were soft, hesitant at first, but it’s almost like there was some insistence in the way he pressed against you.
After a moment, he finally pulled back slightly, just enough to let you breathe. Both of you were flushed, breaths uneven.
“I–” you started, but the words tangled in your throat. “We shouldn’t… You’re an idol, after all. What would happen if–” you trailed off, when all of a sudden he cups your cheek.
Looking up at him again, you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you with that seductive, fanservicey smile – the one that always made your heart skip through the screen so many times, was now aimed right at you.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your skin. His voice was calm, gentle, but there was a sharp edge to it, as if daring you to pull away. “It’s just us here. No one else.”
“Let me make you mine.” he says, almost whispering, his free hand brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your stomach flips. “T-Tamon-kun…”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned closer again, pressing his lips to yours. You struggled to match his rhythm, startled by how quickly his demeanor has changed. A tiny whimper slipped out when his tongue slid past your lips. Meanwhile his free hand wandered under the hem of your hoodie, warm fingers skimming your sides, then higher, cupping your chest through the thin fabric of your shirt. You arched without thinking, a small, involuntary sound escaping.
His other hand in the meantime settled on your thigh, and you could feel the heat of his body even through the fabric. Reflexively, you pushed him away.
Your mind blanked. “W-wait…! Isn’t that too quick..?”
“You said you were turned on. Is that not the case?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. “I can make you feel so good… If you just let me eat you all up...”
Despite the voice of reason in your head warning you not to go any further, the heat pooling in your body at his sweet voice drowned out common sense. Your resistance wavered, and you nodded.
He smiled, satisfied with your answer.
He shifted down your body with surprising care, hands sliding along your thighs as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms. You lifted your hips instinctively when he tugged, helping him slide it off.
He paused when you were bare from the waist down, his gaze lingering as if he could hardly believe this was real. Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your inner thigh.
His first touch was tentative – a soft, experimental lick that made you jolt. He froze, eyes flicking up to meet yours.
"Is that okay?"
You shook your head quickly. "Y-yes… keep going."
He dove in with slightly clumsy enthusiasm after that. Tongue flat and broad at first, then circling your clit with almost hesitant flicks. Despite his confident persona being on, it was endearing to see a glimpse of the real him beneath it all.
While one of his hands gripped your thigh, keeping you open, the other traced your wet entrance before carefully pushing a finger inside, building a slow rhythm that gradually picked up as he thrust in and out of your core.
It built fast. Too fast. The combination of his eager tongue, the soft hums he pressed against you when you moaned his name, the overwhelming knowledge that this was Tamon Fukuhara between your legs – it snapped something inside you.
You came with a choked cry, back arching off the couch, thighs clamping around him. He didn’t stop immediately, lapping gently through the aftershocks until your chokehold on his poor, little head finally loosened.
He pulled back slowly, cheeks flushed, looking almost awed.
“That was… quick.” His voice carried genuine surprise.
You nodded, breathless, cheeks burning. "Y-yeah… It felt really good."
A small, proud smile tugged at his lips, making you feel a little giddy – though the feeling quickly gave way to worry when you saw him reach down toward his pants.
“W-wait..! We’re not going to… do that, are we? ”
“I did tell you I wanted to make you mine,” he said quietly. “And after the show you put on for me… I need a little attention too.”
“I… I don’t know if we should go that far…”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice softer now. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle–”
“I-It’s not that… I just…” You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing. “This is moving really fast, and I don’t want to rush into something I’m not ready for.”
At your hesitation, he finally stopped. His gaze dropped for a moment, darkening in a way that made your chest tighten.
"P-please… I need this so badly. Don’t… don’t tell me you find me repulsive…”
“O-of course not.. It’s just–”
“I… I know I’m asking a lot… asking you to sleep with a worthless, disgusting piece of garbage like me,” he stammered, voice shaky. “But… I… I don’t want to die a virgin, okay..?! I’m pathetic, I know I am… but I swear, I’ll be gentle. I’ll make you feel really good, I promise!”
“Ta– uh… Jimehara‑san… I…” You muttered, flustered, heart tightening. Seeing him so desperate made your own hesitation crumble a little. You really did want to make him happy… And your heart ached seeing him break down like that.
“You… do you even have any protection?” you asked, voice barely steady.
He snapped back to reality, stammering. “N-not really… but I… I’ll be careful, I promise…”
With a shaky sigh, you finally gave in. “O-okay… I’ll trust you.”
“Thank you… You won’t regret it,” he murmured.
He shifted onto his knees, fumbling a bit with his sweatpants. When he freed himself, he was already hard, the tip flushed dark. You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as you watched him line himself up carefully – one hand braced beside your head, the other guiding himself.
You tensed instinctively.
He noticed. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ll go slow.”
With a hesitant nod from you, he finally began to push in past your tight entrance. You clutched the bedsheet at the sudden intrusion.
It kind of hurt, but you tried to take deep breaths and power through it as he kept pushing in.
“Are you okay…?” he asked softly, pausing halfway inside you. “Does it hurt a lot?”
“It’s a bit better now… Mostly it hurt at the start, so… just keep going,” you murmured, trying to steady your voice.
He nodded, and you had to cover your mouth as you watched the rest of him slide inside you with surprising ease. Past the initial discomfort, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d feared.
Your heart felt like it might leap out of your chest at the sight of Tamon fully inside you, hips flush with yours. His eyes lifted from the spot where you were joined, locking onto yours.
He began to move slowly, hips rolling with careful thrusts that made your walls clench around him. Each inch of him sliding inside you sent a shiver up your spine, your skin prickling with heat.
“You feel good, right? Tell me you’re not grossed out…” His voice was low, almost hesitant, searching your face for reassurance.
“I-I’m not…” you gasped, struggling for words between your quickened breaths. “I… I feel really good…”
He carefully laid down on top of you, pressing his full weight against your chest. His pretty head nestled into the crook of your neck, and the position made it impossible not to hear every moan and gasp from him in perfect clarity as he kept pounding into your tight pussy.
“T-tell me you don’t hate me, please…” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin.
“I-I don’t…” you replied, and he hugged you even tighter.
As good as it felt, panic fluttered in your chest. He must have been really close, judging by the way he was moving, and you weren’t sure if he’d be able to pull out in time this way. “J-jimehara-san—”
“Just… Call me by my name, please,” he interrupted, “You like my name, right..?”
“I– I do…! Hahh—but, please…” Your voice came out in breathy gasps, half-muffled against his shoulder as your hands pressed against him. “T-Tamon-kun…” You tried to shift slightly, subtly resisting, but the sounds that escaped – soft whines and stifled moans - only seemed to convince him that you were enjoying every second.
His breathing grew erratic, chest rising and falling quickly, and suddenly he went still inside you, struggling to catch his breath.
A pit dropped into your stomach. Surely he didn’t.
“Did you… cum inside…?”
That snapped him out of it.
“S-shit…” He pulled out quickly, staring down in horror as his seed slowly leaked out of you. “I- I didn’t mean to– I tried to stop– ” His hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as his voice shook. “I messed up… I always mess things up… I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry–”
He yanked at the strings of his hoodie, half hiding his flushed face like he couldn’t bear to look at you.
“You…!” You wanted to scold him, but seeing him like this – head pressed into the mattress in front of you as if begging for forgiveness, hands hiding his flushed face – made it clear that yelling wouldn’t help. Slowly, you sat up and placed a gentle hand on his back.
He shook his head violently, voice cracking. “My… my dirty, disgusting cum is inside you… What if you get pregnant?! What will people think if they find out a teen idol knocked up a fan?!” His voice cracked, full of panic and shame.
“T-that won’t happen–” you said, trying to keep your voice calm, though your heart pounded at the sight of him so distressed.
“I don’t deserve to live… You must hate me now… Please forgive me,” he choked out. “To think trash like me even dared to soil you with something so disgusting…I ruin everything I touch…”
“Please, just listen to me,” you said firmly, grabbing his shoulders. You gently guided him upright so you could pull the hoodie away from his face. His cheeks were blotchy red, lashes wet, eyes glassy with tears.
“We’ll figure something out, okay? It’s going to be alright,” you murmured, brushing your thumb under his eye to wipe away the tears.
His lip trembled. “Are you… not angry…?”
“I…” You trailed off, unsure how to answer. It didn’t feel right to brush it off completely, but you didn’t want to crush him either. “Let’s just… make sure this doesn’t happen next time, okay?”
He stared at you like you’d said something unthinkable. “How can you say that…? I mess up like this, and you’re talking about a next time…” His voice wavered. “It must’ve been horrible for you…”
“It’s not like that at all. It felt really good,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So… of course I’d like to do it again. Let’s just… be more careful with these things, okay?”
He sniffled, glancing to the side, still a little solemn. “Next time… I’ll put on ten condoms, if you want! Just… please don’t hate me…”
You let out a small, nervous laugh, feeling the tension in the air ease slightly. “That’s… a bit excessive,” you said, your cheeks warming. “Let me get cleaned up first, alright?” You glanced down at the fresh wet spot where some of his cum had trickled from between your legs. “It’ll probably be better to take care of this stain on the couch right away, too.”
“R-right… sorry about that…” he mumbled, still flushed.
“It’s okay. I’ll be right back.” You smiled softly at him and got up, pressing a quick, gentle peck to his cheek before heading to the bathroom.
Once you left, he rubbed his cheek where you’d kissed him, grinning awkwardly to himself.