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You’ve never had sex with Tamon.
Even if you got a lot closer to each other during your visits, he was still everyone’s super idol — and you, nothing more than his fan. Keeping your distance required a lot of self-discipline on your part, and Tamon’s recent behaviour towards you wasn’t making it any easier. But you had to remind yourself to know your place and not let him manipulate you into doing something that oversteps the holy boundary between a god and one of his many devoted followers.
Yes, he was definitely a bit lonely. On top of that, his work was often stressful and your presence was convenient to him. You were worried about him and always let him rely on you, whatever it was that he needed help with. That was the least you could do to repay him for everything he gave you as an idol. His dream became your dream, and you were eager to support him in whatever way you could.
Which included the occasional stress relief.
You knew better than to read into it more than what it was, though. No matter how divine, Tamon was still just a teenager who’s never had a girlfriend. And as an idol, he couldn’t even think about seeing someone.
When he wasn’t working his ass off singing and dancing and producing content, he was nothing more than a mentally unstable, needy boy who’d easily get attached to anyone willing to accept who he was behind the act. You were special to him — he said so himself. The more time you spent together, the more comfortable he got around you. The more he showed his affectionate side to you.
But getting intimate with Fukuhara Tamon was definitely out of the question as a fan who respects him as the man who will make the whole world fall for him. It was certainly not in your job description as a housekeeper either.
So you’ve never seen each other without clothes, and you made sure to keep it that way. You’ve never even kissed. He might have needed attention sometimes, but you weren’t going to let him sell himself cheap as an idol.
There you were in his apartment again as scheduled, diligently doing your job. It didn’t take too long for him to approach you as you got to washing the huge pile of dirty dishes in the sink. You could tell he was behind you, but you didn’t look up from your task.
“Is everything okay?” you broke the silence after a while.
Instead of an answer, Tamon awkwardly embraced you from behind. His body was stiff from anxiety. He rested his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in.
“You smell so good…” he said, lips brushing lightly against your skin as he spoke. It sent a chill down your spine.
“Are you into the scent of detergent or something?” you jokingly asked. You were pretty sure you smelled like detergent at this point.
That made him lift his head.
“What? No, it’s just… work’s been pretty stressful lately.” he said, holding you closer. “I was wondering if I could… well, y-you know…”
Tamon’s timid voice trailed off, hoping that he could spare himself the trouble of finishing that sentence. Fortunately for him, you were well aware of what he was asking for. This wasn’t the first or second time something like this has happened between the two of you, and you were always ready to help him relieve himself. This was just another form of housework.
As long as it’s nothing more than Tamon getting off.
“Go ahead. We can’t let all this work take a toll on you. Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”
He was really busy recently, doing his best to make everyone smile. He barely had the chance to let off some steam like this.
“Okay. Thank you.” he said quietly, moments before he lightly brushed his crotch against you.
The sensation of Tamon’s cock pressing into your buttcheeks with increasing force was enough to make you lose your mind a little, even through all the layers of clothes separating the two of you.
Trying to focus on the dishes was futile. You kept mindlessly scrubbing the same spot, already getting overwhelmed from the amazing feeling of Tamon humping you from behind.
Slouching forwards, he rested his head on your shoulder. His needy whimpers by your ear were barely audible, but constant. He let his mouth fall slightly open, and slowly but surely, warm drops of drool made their way down onto your T-shirt, leaving a dark stain.
“Can I still not touch you…?” he asked after a while.
He tentatively placed his hand on your inner thigh, but you quickly grabbed it and put it back where it was, around your torso.
“You should focus on yourself, Tamon-kun.”
He quietly whined, rubbing himself against you in a steady rhythm.
“Not fair… you always let me get away with stuff like this, but you never let me return the favor. I feel so bad for using you like this. I want to make you happy.”
“I couldn’t be happier to be of use to you.” you brushed him off.
“I want to be of use to you too. I want to make you actually feel good for once instead of just humping you like an animal.”
Tamon started kissing your neck. Starting by your ear, he made his way down to your shoulder. He pulled your slightly wet T-shirt to the side and kissed your shoulder, too. Then he gently bit you and started sucking, humming in pleasure. You always let him get away with that too, as long he did it in a spot that your clothes would cover.
“Well, I do count as an animal, I suppose.” he added in despair, but his thrusts never slowed. “I’m subhuman. Of course you wouldn’t want it from a piece of trash like me…”
You wanted it. You wanted it so bad, but he just didn’t seem to understand what he was truly worth. That he was not supposed to give himself away for free to a nobody like you. That he needed to respect himself more than that. That he belonged to everyone. That his dreams were more important than anything else.
You sighed. It was both from the pleasure of being used as his sex toy, and from getting tired of his relentless, extreme self-loathing.
“It’s quite the opposite, actually.” you said, putting the wet plate and the sponge down. It was simply impossible to work under such conditions. “I keep telling you every time but you never listen.”
Tamon let go of your T-shirt and held you as close to himself as possible.
“I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m sorry I keep relying on you like this. You deserve so much more than this.”
At that point, his thrusts started getting more intense, and his ragged breathing sounded like he was getting close. He laid his head on your shoulder again and you reached up to pet his head.
“It’s okay. As long as you feel good, I couldn't be happier either.” you told him, gently caressing his hair. “Are you feeling good, Tamon-kun?”
He moaned affirmatively. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
He finally came in his pants, slowly riding it out against your ass as the aftershocks of the orgasm washed over him. Then he leaned on you with all his weight, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed.
You stopped petting his head and grabbed the sponge again. He was all spent now, so it was time for you to get back to work. And it was time for him to get off your back.
“Tamon-kun… you’re a bit heavy…”
He immediately pulled himself together.
“Ah, I’m sorry!” he said, fumbling with his hoodie strings. “Um… I-I’ll go change.”
“Good idea.”
You smiled at him to let him know that you were all good. He awkwardly smiled back.
“Um… thanks for that again.” he said before he quickly disappeared behind his bedroom door.
You sighed again, smiling to yourself and getting to washing the rest of the dishes. You couldn’t wait to get home and replay this memory in your head until you’re all spent, too.