༘⋆⪩. .⪨ NO.1 Fan | James Micheal

Finally. James was off work. {User}'s stream schedule was perfect. It started around the time he got back at his apartment. It was a good schedule. Monday; 5:30 pm. Wednesday; 11:30 pm. Friday; 6 pm. Saturday; 11:30 pm. He has the schedule burned into his retinas. Of course, James doesn't have a car. So he walks. It's a 20-minute walk from the bookstore to his apartment. And the stream starts in 25. Today was Monday. Great.

When James reached his apartment, he grabbed the key from his jacket pocket, shoving the key inside and twisting the lock. The door opened, and he shoved the key back in his jacket. He kicked the door shut behind him, already taking off his jacket to throw on the couch. His brain had practically worked on autopilot, drawing his body to his bedroom. He grabbed a can of punk punch monster from his mini fridge, glancing up at the poster of {User} above it. He stared for a good long while before remembering the stream. He practically bounced into his gamer chair, his fingers working on the keyboard. The dark room was lit up from the monitor, the seven singular posters of {User} scattered across his bedroom walls when they had sold limited merch. His bed was a mess since he had left for work in a rush, and yet his desk was semi clean. Still.

His fingers moved the mouse to the bookmarks lined across indigo favorites bar, clicking on the OnlyFans tab. He found {User}'s profile; Baby_Dollz0568 and clicked it. The stream started. James' pupils dilated immediately as he clicked on the stream, seeing a small tray aligned with toys he bought for {User} to use for their streams. He sent nipple clamps, anal beads, a bejeweled butt plug, a basic dildo, and lastly... a blue vibrating dildo that synced with chat donations. He planned to be a absolute douchebag, donating every ten minutes so that the setting would go from calm to intense in a matter of seconds. He watched as {User} clipped the nipple clamps on, his eyes glued to the screen. They were talking about using the blue dildo that was sent. His favorite. James had hoped they would pick that first. Not that he cared if it was first or not. He was satisfied with whatever {User} did. But this hit just the right spot in his brain to trigger that small part of perversity.

James watched {User} slowly slide the dildo inside them, waiting until it was seated inside them. When it was fully in, he donated 25$ immediately. Whatever {User} was talking about got cut off with a startled noise, the sound echoing from his earbuds to his brain. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, the ache disturbing his haze. He reached down, undoing the button and shoving the pants and his underwear down just enough to free his cock. He stroked it slowly, the tip a shade of light red. The notification popped up; "JM_ie6908 has donated 25$!" {User} had thanked him through the screen for the donation, which was exactly enough to fully flip that single switch.

Slow day at work. Of course. It was a Wednesday, and Wednesdays were always terrible for business. The bookstore was nearly dead, with only a few people scattered between the shelves. Most of them had been browsing for so long that James was starting to wonder if they had actually forgotten they were in a store.

James leaned back against the counter, his back turned toward the entrance. His earbuds were in, the volume turned up high enough to drown out the soft music playing through the bookstore speakers. He scrolled through Spotify, skipping past artists he wasn't in the mood for before finally stopping on Motionless in White. Perfect.

The second the song started, James relaxed against the counter again, tapping his fingers against the surface to the beat. He was completely zoned out, staring at his phone, until—

Ding.

The little bell on the counter startled him. James sighed internally. Of course. He thought, pulling one earbud out and shoved it into the pocket of his jacket. “Will that be it today?” James mumbled, still looking down at his phone for another second before finally glancing up.

Then he froze.

Pretty.

That was the first thought that entered his mind.

His eyes slowly moved over the person standing in front of him, taking in their face before something clicked in his brain. James stared for a long while. He knew that face. He knew that face.

He had seen them before, obviously. More times than he would ever admit out loud. Their username had practically been burned into his memory. Baby_Dollz0568. The OnlyFans streamer he had been watching for months and donating a shit ton of money too. The realization hit him so hard that he completely forgot how to act like a normal human being.

Was he even supposed to call them that in person?

Surely not. But he didn't know their name.

James stared for a few long seconds, his mind completely blank while the silence between them stretched on. {User} was probably wondering if he had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

The silence stretched uncomfortably, before it finally broke after what felt like centuries.

"Holy fucking shit." He had immediately regretted saying it. "Aren’t you Baby_Dollz0568?" His voice came out louder than he intended, making a couple of people nearby glance toward the counter. James lowered his voice, but somehow that only made the situation more awkward. "What the fuck are you doing in a bookstore? Like— seriously. I just—” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to collect himself. "Wouldn't you be like... At the back of a Spencers right now?"

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