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*new message*

The little ding sound that comes from your laptop startles you, you barely get any private messages on this website. You're pretty much a ‘laying low’ subscriber ever since you joined this platform.

You click on the purple envelope that signals the unread message and let out a soft, surprised gasp.

Ode: Hey Honeybee, I’ve been thinking about sending you a message for a while now!💜 I know you've been a loyal subscriber to my account since day one, and soon it'll be a year since I created this account🎉 I always notice your support and sweet comments, and I wanted to show you my appreciation by asking if you'd be up for a private session some time? Totally free of charge, my treat! 😉 If you'd like to arrange it, let me know which day and time~

You rub your eyes and read the message again, then click on his username and see the purple check mark next to it on his profile. It's really him.

His status is on ‘idle’, so you aren't sure if you want to message him back right away or wait a little. You think back to your shower half an hour ago and how you weren't able to get yourself off after seeing your half-year-long gym crush again today.

Biting your lower lip, and taking a deep breath, you type away at your reply.

Honeybee: Hi! I had to do a double take ngl, I didn't expect you to send me a message👀 It's really nice of you to offer that and I’d actually love to accept it🤭 Your schedule is probably busier than mine, so whenever works for you!

Ode’s status changes to ‘do not disturb’ the moment you send the message, and you see him typing in the private chat.

You lowkey panic, not expecting him to talk to you right at this moment. But you chuckle to yourself when you read his reply. Seems like you're not the only one who’s horny right now.

Ode: glad you're up for it☺️ I would actually be available now… if you're in the mood🫣

You chuckle to yourself at his use of emojis, you didn't expect him to send them. After all, you've only ever heard him talk. But it fits him.

Honeybee: right now sounds good.. I was hoping you'd go online tonight anyway so..🤭

A few seconds later a video call invited pops up on your screen; just his cam would be on, not yours. You click accept and you’re greeted by the image you're very much used to right now.

It shows Ode’s upper body, the webcam image stops right under his chin. You’ve never seen his whole face. None of his subscribers have, to your knowledge.

He’s got his laptop on a lower table, so you see him sitting in his desk chair wearing a casual outfit. Just some dark sweatpants and a white, loose tank top. His room is dimly lit, but the brightness of his screen illuminates his body nicely. He also has a purple neon light on his desk for some extra light if needed.

He always shows one side of his body more than the other, it's probably a personal preference.

You can't help but be mesmerized by him; the gym crush nearly forgotten by the sight that's in front of you.

“You were hoping I’d be online tonight?” Ode says with a small chuckle. “Did you really need me that badly?”

He gives you a small wave then rests his chin on his hand, making sure his face is still out of frame. You notice the dainty bracelets around his wrist, his long fingers are barely touching his face.

You feel slightly awkward that you're the only one talking to him right now, but you know he's seen and read way worse things.

Honeybee: Actually yeah. You're my favorite way to get off😌

He sinks down his head slightly, so you can see him smiling as he reads your message. His mouth is so pretty, it's a shame you barely ever get to see it when he streams.

He sits back a bit and stretches his arms behind him. “Hm, that's cute. It's nice to read that. I have to be honest, your comments are usually the ones I look forward to the most.”

You scoff to yourself, he’s probably just saying that to make you feel good. But you happily take the win.

Honeybee: that's smooth, you know how to make a girl happy😉

“I can do a lot more than just make you happy.” He replies quickly. He grabs a bottle of water that's beside his computer and takes a sip.

You feel embarrassed that you get turned on by the sight of his hand grabbing the bottle, and his adam's apple moving as he swallows the water.

Honeybee: you're barely doing anything and I’m already melting 😮‍💨 sorry, I don’t really know how to do this sexy talk stuff 😓

He closes the water bottle and keeps it in his hands as he looks at your message. “Honey~ it's okay.” he almost sings your nickname. “I’ve got you.”

“Tell me who or what got you so worked up that you decided to log on.” He then says with a soft but low voice. He sounds less performative than he does in his streams. He sounds different, but definitely not in a bad way.

Subconsciously he’s playing with the cap of his bottle, and you can't stop looking at his hands. You desperately wish you could hold them, that you could have his fingers where you need him the most.

His hands remind you of the way your gym crush holds his weights. You shift your legs, getting more comfortable in bed.

Your gaze goes from his hands to the microphone icon in your chat. Should you…? You’ve never done this before on this website. And you actually don't even know if he’d accept it.

Honeybee: do you want me to write it, or do you want me to actually say it?

You watch him put away his water bottle and he’s fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers. He doesn't say anything.

Oh no. You said something you shouldn't have.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He then asks, his voice has a hint of concern in it. “You know you don't have to.”

How can he be so caring? Any other cam guy would have already asked you to show your tits to him the minute you accepted the private chat.

Honeybee: I don't mind it, it’ll be more fun when we both talk. Don't you think?☺️

Ode leans back again, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what you sound like.”

You feel your cheeks warm up a little and you shake off your nerves before clicking on the microphone icon. “Well… a stranger at my gym made me feel this way and I took a shower just now in the hope it would help.”

Ode sits up in his chair as he hears your voice, then lets out an amused chuckle at what you said. “Tell me about the stranger, what about them makes you feel so needy?”

You feel yourself blushing a little, it feels embarrassing. But he doesn’t know the guy anyway. “Well, he’s really handsome. I might have a little crush on him. He’s got a good body, I’m pretty sure he’s a regular at Pluto Fitness. He has a cool tattoo that sometimes shows when he’s wearing specific shirts. I really like the way his muscles look when he works out. Not to sound like a weirdo, but he has sexy hands and arms, kinda like yours.”

Ode is silent for a few seconds and then lets out another soft chuckle, which sounds slightly different than usual. Somewhat surprised maybe?

He then shifts in his desk chair. He gets up and swiftly takes off his top. You let out a soft ‘oh god’ which you entirely forget he can hear.

He sits back in his desk chair again and you feel your heartbeat in your throat when you look at his toned upper body. Bare and in front of you.

“I know how to get you satisfied.” he speaks, making sure the webcam is showing his body nicely. The soft purple glow of his neon light by his desk illuminates his body perfectly. “Pretend I’m him. Tell me what you think about when you see him, when you think of him.”

Your breathing gets slightly heavier and you feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the sight of him. His idea might just work well for you. You set your laptop in front of you, then quickly take off your pajama shorts.

“I… really want to feel your hands on my body.” you say softly. The visual of Ode’s toned body perfectly fits the image of the gym crush you have in your mind. “I want you to make me feel good.”

Ode moans softly, his toned stomach tightens up with every little sound. You notice his hand slowly rub over his sweatpants. “I’ll make you feel good, touch you exactly the way you want me to.”

You're fixated on his hand, the veins are prominent as he pushes down his sweats and touches himself over his boxers. His bracelets make a soft dangling noise as he rubs himself slowly.

Your own hand is following his movements as you give yourself some much needed friction over your panties. “I really need that, I need your fingers in me. Want you to fill me up.”

You pant softly, eyes glued to the screen and looking at his movements so you can match them as best as you can with your own hand.

“I can imagine your pussy feeling so wet for me, so good.” He replies, his voice dropping lower. His other hand is slightly gripping onto his chair, his chest is moving up and down with his breathing and panting.

God he looks fucking gorgeous like this. You're infatuated by him. You have been for a while now. Ever since the day you subscribed to him.

“Ode, I need you so badly.” You speak out your wish to him, breaking your little roleplay.

Gym crush who? He’s in the far, far back of your mind. You desperately need some sweet release. And you want it from one person only.

“It sounds so fucking hot when you say my name.” Ode’s voice gets even deeper than ever. “I never thought I’d ever hear your voice. It's better than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined what I would sound like?” You ask curiously.

“I have.” His cute and slightly shy laughter sounds like music to your ears. And the sight of him trying to give himself some friction while talking about wanting to hear your voice, makes you so horny. “You're my favorite.”

“I’ve imagined the way you sound like, what you might look like.” He continues, slipping his hand into his boxers, and you see his large hand palm himself. “I’m fairly sure you're as pretty as you sound.”

You follow his move and start to slip your fingers in your panties and through your folds. A soft moan slips out of your mouth. “Ode.. you make me shy when you say that.”

“Fuck, that's cute.” He chuckles softly, followed by a slightly louder groan. “I wish I could see you.”

You watch his hand rubbing his bare hard on and the veins, of both his hand and his dick, are prominent and beautiful. You bite your lower lip trying to suppress another moan.

“Maybe some other time.” You sigh, slipping your fingers into yourself. The sight of Ode gulping when you say that, makes you feel good about yourself. You hope he takes the offer.

He speeds up when he hears you whining as you finger yourself and he pants rhythmically along with you while you breathe heavily along with him.

The both of you are exposed, but you're the only one who’s actually seeing something of the other.

“Fuck.” you whimper, slipping two fingers in and out of your wet hole, as your other hand slides under your pajama shirt to play with your nipples. “I wish you were here to take care of me.. I know I never say it when you stream, but you really do turn me on so much.”

You’ve not thought about anyone else but Ode for a few minutes now, it almost feels like you’re not being fair to the gym crush.

“Honey…” he sighs, his grip firmer and his voice is slightly shaky. “I know I don’t know you, but I want you so bad. I want to touch you, fuck you, just the way you like it.”

The second he says he wants to fuck you, you make yourself cum. You try to pretend that you didn’t, but your whimpers and moans are too strong to be kept to yourself.

You look at your laptop screen, your fingers still in you, and you see Ode’s cock covered in precum. He’s rubbing his thumb over his tip, his fingers and rings covered in his juices now. He’s messier than he is on streams, but it's so much better.

You slightly see his jawline and lips; they’re parted and he makes the most beautiful and needy noises.

“Can you do one more for me, honey?” he asks. You know he’s close, and you desperately want to cum with him.

“Yeah.” you breathe heavily, sliding your fingers in and out your sensitive hole again slowly. “I can’t stop thinking that it’s you doing this to me.”

“Good, that’s good.” Ode replies with a soft smirk. “Gonna pretend you’re here with me.”

You’re squirming on your bed, chasing your second high as your room gets filled with the heated noises coming from your laptop.

“I wanna be there.” you confess with a sigh, biting your lower lip as you rub your clit with your fingers and overstimulate yourself. Your bed sheets are soaked underneath you. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

It seems that’s what he wanted to hear, as it only takes a split second before he cums. Ode releases himself half in his hand, half on his stomach, with the most erotic moan you've ever heard him let out.

The two of you catch your breath for a few seconds. Although it wasn't any actual, physical sex with him, it sure felt like it.

You awkwardly wipe your hand on your bed sheets and fix your underwear and pajama pants, when you're startled by a ringtone coming from your laptop.

Ode has barely cleaned himself up, but he quickly moves over to the other side of his desk to grab his phone, flashing the side of his body he never shows on stream. And it suddenly makes a lot of sense to you why he never does; he has a tattoo on his ribs. A tattoo that you know all too well, even when the room he’s in is dimly lit.

“Sorry, that was my friend Jay.” Ode apologizes as he gets back in frame again. He snickers as he wipes off his stomach and pulls up his sweatpants. “I thought I had turned off my phone.”

“It’s okay, that’s life.” you say with a slight chuckle. “So.. you have a tattoo?”

Even though Ode’s face isn’t visible, you know he just realized what happened when he moved to grab his phone. You see that he’s scratching the back of his head, and he’s probably coming up with something to make sure you keep your mouth shut to anyone else.

“Ah, you saw that?” he states, gauging your reaction.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. It all happened so fast, and you’re trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The fact that your gym crush is also your favorite cam guy. “Mhm, it’s cool. I like it.”

“Thank you.” Ode replies happily, and you know he’s smiling. “Let’s keep that between us. I trust you.”

He doesn’t know that you now, somewhat, know who he is. But you decide to keep it that way. You still can’t wrap your head around what just happened though.

“My lips are sealed.” you reply with an amused voice. “Thanks for tonight, it was fun!”

“Thank you as well.” You hear a slightly nervous chuckle under Ode’s breath, but he acts a little cooler than his voice seems to be. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to cam face to face some day?”

“I did.” you answer way too quickly. Your answer ignites a slight panic inside you and you frantically try to find a reason to change the topic. “But it’s up to you. I have to go. Thank you again, I enjoyed it a lot.

“Thank you, Honey. And I’ll let you know.” Ode replies casually, he seems to have noticed your slight shift in your mood. “Also, I think you should talk to your gym crush some time. You seem to really like him! See you around!”

it’s a simple word, a greeting to start a conversation, but you just stare at his face instead, eyes wide and in shock at the fact that he even approached you first. did you embarrass yourself that badly when you tried to talk to him the other day? well it’s not your fault he’s so horribly gorgeous that you get not only the butterflies, but also the moths and spiders and every other bug in your tummy when you think about him.

but first, you too had to greet him back.

“…hi.” ok good, i’m making conversation!

... it’s a horrible conversation.

you both are standing in the middle of the steps of the classroom, students passing by as they head to their next classes. you have another class soon—database concepts in 10 minutes—but at the moment, riwoo might be more of a priority that learning about simple sql commands.

of to the side, jaehyun who has stepped back and is watching from a distance is utterly disappointed. he expected the two introverts ahead of him to be shy, but to the point of barely even looking at each other? it’s pathetic really, but he’s done his part. all he can hope for now is to see something blossom out of this meeting, whether it be a— scratch that. it better be a date.

in front of you, riwoo scratches the back of his neck as he thinks about what to say. among the millions things that his friend told him to talk to you about, on top of strictly advising against talking about what’s been going on in class, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. even the corny lines about how he should say that you’re super cute, or that you seem interesting and he wants to learn more about you the way he’s memorized linux commands, have slipped out of his mind when all he can concentrate on is the way your tip toes are tapping on the hardwood floor.

“y/n, we’re gonna be late!” your friend outside the classroom who’s been waiting since this class ended calls out, unaware of the situation. 5 minutes should’ve been plenty of time to make a proper conversation, but instead you hear her continue, “this exam isn’t gonna write itself.”

shit.

how could you forget you had an exam in your next class?!

“i-i’m so sorry riwoo, i totally forgot th-”

“it’s ok. go! and good luck.”

his smile warms your heart but you feel terrible that you have to leave him hanging. any other day, and you would’ve skipped the class to go and just sit in silence with him. but right now? you’re doomed if you can’t get to the exam that’s 20% of your overall grade. still, you can’t bring yourself to say anything more to him when this is the first time that he’s initiated anything apart from the obvious sparks that fly across the room when the two of you make eye contact.

taking one last (and longing) look at the boy, you turned to leave. and as riwoo watched your back, jaehyun walked up to him.

“dude. 5 minutes was still plenty of time to ask her out on a date at least.”

“yeah, as if you could ask your crush out within 5 minutes too,” scoffing, riwoo crossed his arms, now simply staring at the closed door that you went out of.

next time for sure.

It was almost time for your next pay check, but you couldn't wait for it because limited edition BND plushies would drop soon, so you might have dipped into your savings a little to purchase them.

You'd do anything for BND.

They were your favourite band after all.

So that's how you found yourself in the middle of a mall, purchasing the merchandise, going on and about your day when you got a call.

The current client you've been working as a private chef for has apparently recommended you to a company that was hiring for a personal chef for one of the members. You agreed immediately cause it just means more money.

The group name and member were confidential until you actually showed up for the job and signed an NDA because the company didn't trust you. You were suspicious at how they were going, but still agreed anyway.

This means nothing because you'll finally be able to afford merch and also save at the same time.

You should've thought more before you had agreed.

Cause you were now currently out and about with the idol you were a personal chef for, purchasing figurines of his favourite anime character. Isn't your job to cook and not babysit?

Well it didn't matter, you watched him fix his mask constantly, hoping to not get noticed as he talked to himself about which version of the figurine to purchase. You couldn't really blame him because you were also sort of similar to him when it came to being a fan…except maybe not as weird and obsessive?

He's a complete otaku.

Which you didn't expect.

Your full time job was to just cook for him, prepare a healthy diet for his upcoming comeback so the fangirls could go crazy over his muscles.

You sort of felt a sense of ego in your work because you're now contributing to his visuals on stage, you wondered how the fans would react, they'll probably go crazy, you too will go crazy. Just thinking about his muscular form is enough to push any fangirl off the edge.

A few days pass.

You enter Sungho's room to call him for dinner only to catch him masturbating. He immediately freaks out and you look away. This isn't your first time catching him, but you at least wish there were signs, it's always almost too quiet and unpredictable.

He wipes himself off, rushing to the restroom to wash his hands, your eyes shift over to the monitor, expecting his favourite anime girl to be there, but instead, it's your Instagram page. With your picture displayed.

You froze.

Curiously you trudge closer to the laptop and on the right corner a notification pops up.

‘Holy shit you're right, she does look like her.’

You blink.

What?

You hear him come out of the restroom so you quickly leave his room, pretending like nothing happened.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out the situation at hand. When you first came to know about his obsession with this character, you too noted how you and the character look a little bit similar.

The same hair color, eye color and everything else. It was really odd but it wasn't a big deal. After all, some traits can be common, it's not like your features are ultra rare to find.

So you didn't think much of it at first.

Now? You didn't know how to feel.

It could be a one time thing right? Maybe he wasn't actually doing it to your picture but just switched over when you entered? But the notification threw you off. Maybe he was just having a harmless discussion.

You tried to justify it as much as you could in your mind.

The next day, you ended up asking him about it.

Only to watch him fumble his words, trying to make up an excuse but miserably failing. You just sighed. He came clean, confessing everything to you.

“It's not that you're valued in the same way as a fictional character— obviously you're a human, and I was wrong to do that. But… I'm sorry.” He apologized.

You were actually taken aback, Sungho was much more mature than you had thought, he had not only admitted to it, but also apologized.

You didn't want an apology though, you just wanted to confirm the scenario, but you got more than what you asked for.

“It's okay.” You tell him, reassuring him.

Truth be told, you actually didn't find the fact that he was jerking off to your pics disgusting. You were just confused and felt a little weird about your favourite idol jerking off to your pictures like a fanatic just because you resembled his favourite character.

Sungho looks at you surprised but relieved. “I think you're much prettier than her.” He mumbles, you look at him wide eyed.

This has to be a hallucination right?

It defies all laws of the otaku world, admitting that a real human is prettier than their ‘waifu’

But it seemed genuine coming from him.

Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought.

That impression lasted 2 seconds until the door rang and his parcels were delivered, which he had opened in front of you, multiple posters of the character along with a body pillow.

Yeah nevermind.

Days continued on normally, if you could call it that. He would yap to you about his favourite character during lunch when you'd eat with him. You just used to listen quietly.

You felt a certain guilt weighing your conscience, you haven't told him that you were a BND fan yet, and it felt like you were some kind of creepy sasaeng hiding it from him.

So you told him during dinner.

He was shocked, didn't really expect you to be a fan of his group, but he oddly wasn't weirded out, instead he brushed it off. “You haven't really tried anything weird. In fact it was I who…uhm anyway I trust you.” He smiled before finishing his veggies.

“I guess I should workout harder to not disappoint you or the fans.” He chuckled and you smiled embarrassed.

You both ended up slightly closer after that.

Today, you were helping Sungho hang up posters on his day off right before a busy schedule. You had finished meal prepping for the next three days since he would be extremely busy and would need to take his lunch on site, it also meant you got three days off, which you were excited for.

You were about to leave but Sungho asked for help hanging up the posters, which you've decided to help out with since you had nothing to do for the rest of the day anyway.

So… how did that end up with Sungho burying his cock deep inside you?

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, but he tumbled over and fell on top of you, both crashing onto the floor real hard, while his face ended up on your chest.

What kind of typical anime cliche is this?

Needless to say, he was flustered and tried getting off you but then you felt something hard against your inner thigh.

He was hard.

He profusely apologized, trying to get off you, but seeing the outline of his cock made your brain shut off. Why was he… big? You've caught him masturbating a couple of times but you didn't really see him clearly. And he got hard because of you? Butterflies bloomed in your stomach at the thought.

You tried to snap out of it. This is extremely unprofessional, and you as a fan shouldn't be doing this either, these are lines you shouldn't cross, but you can't help but stare.

Sungho felt flustered, he noticed you were staring, his expression only made you want to tease him. So tossing aside your rationality, your hand reached out and grabbed his clothed boner.

He shivered, confused before he felt your hand squeeze him, he let out a choked moan. You pushed him, causing him to stumble and fall back, hitting the floor again with a thud and you settled in between his legs, your face near his crotch as you played with the strings of his sweat pants.

Sungho breathed heavily, face getting warmer as the scenario he'd always dreamed of was manifesting into life. He watched as you pulled down his pants and boxers before grabbing a hold of him. He whimpered, feeling extremely sensitive to the touch.

You squeezed his base slowly before striding your hand up, thumb rubbing around his tip, teasing him as the precum leaked out in beads. You slowly began to move your hand up and down.

Sungho was letting out small throaty moans at your touch, you watched him completely become vulnerable and it made a heat pool in your stomach as you only moved your hand faster and faster.

You then leaned down, taking his cock into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his tip as you sucked him off, working your mouth and hands in a perfect rhythm. He threw his hand back, arching his spine as his hand shot up to grip your hair. His moans were loud and desperate now.

He looked down at you, eyes glazed with arousal as you made eye contact. He was going insane.

He threw his head back once again, a loud moan rippled from his throat as he held your head tightly pressing your face against his crotch as he came down your throat. His thighs twitched, bucking his hips into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

You pulled away after a while, saliva leaking down your mouth as you looked at him, the reality then came crashing down to you.

But it didn't last long before Sungho pulled himself and you off the floor, throwing you onto his bed as he began to undo your clothes, his hands were desperate.

He massaged your breasts after unclasping your bra and throwing it away, his hands touched you all over desperately, groping your flesh as he leaned down to kiss you, not for long because he was taking off your pants.

He saw the wet spot on your panties which made him let out an audible groan. You were wet for him.

He didn't waste any time ripping your panties off before lining up his cock against your entrance. No matter how wet you were, you couldn't prepare for the way he would feel inside you. He stretched you out to the max, to the point it burnt a little.

You whimpered in slight pain, so he waited, waited for you to adjust before thrusting. He only sheathed himself inside you but you already felt his tip kissing your cervix. It made you excited but also in fear. You couldn't believe this.

He slowly begins to thrust inside you, you wrap your legs around his waist as you grip his shoulders, he leans down, pressing kisses and leaving hickies all over your neck and breasts.

His pace picks up slowly as you adjust more to him, the burning sensation going away and now being replaced with arousal and pleasure. One of his hands travels down your abdomen, finding your clit.

He rubs small circles against your clit, he pulls himself up, wanting to observe your cunt as he rubbed and thrust inside you. He grunted in his satisfaction as your folds were slick with your wetness. He pressed and pinched your clitoris, pulling on it, slowly inducing pain.

Your hips bucked up against it, responding to the stimulus as you gripped his shoulders really tight.

He leans down back again to kiss you, his mouth moving against yours in passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth all while he simultaneously stimulates you all over.

His lips against yours, one hand massaging and playing with your nipple while the other picks up its pace against your clit, stroking it in a hurried tandem all at the same time as he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot consistently.

All of this pushed you over the edge, you choked out a loud moan against his mouth as you arched your back, your hands dug into his shoulders really hard as your orgasm ripped through you intensely, sending shockwaves all across your body as you twitched beneath him.

You cried out his name against his mouth, a tear dripping down the side of your eye at the sheer intensity. Sungho pulled back from the kiss as he neared his high too.

He could barely hold himself back when your cunt clenched around his cock, and with a loud groan, he finished inside you.

He slowly pulled out his softening cock, watching in awe as his cum leaks out of your hole. He scoops it up, pushing it back in, making you shiver.

A few minutes pass, Sungho cleans himself and you up before pulling you close and cuddling with you.

This all felt surreal but you just accepted it for now, closing your eyes as you fell asleep in his arms.