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After a stressful and intense workday, America finally gets to spend the rest of the night in his studio by himself. The silence relaxes him, it helps him make that painful migraine go away. He deeply loves his bandmates, but he can stand all that screaming and yelling to a certain extent. He obviously has a part in it too, but that only makes his headache hurt more.
After midnight, the young man starts yawning, but he doesn't feel like going to bed yet.
He gets an idea. He bites his lip while opening a tab on his computer. He looks up the website he was just thinking about and while the page was loading, he extends his arm to grab a box of tissues that was just laying there. It's not the first time he does this, so he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he used to be in the beginning. The fact that he never got caught also helped making him feel more at ease.
America let's out a sigh he did not know he was holding when among all those clips he notices a girl that looks like you. Same haircut, similar features, same skin tone. He clicks on the thumbnail without hesitation as he begins to lower his underwear to free his length, which was already getting hard.
When the video starts, America feels his heartbeat racing. That girl... looks exactly like you. His soft lips let out faint moans while he delicately wraps his shaft with his fingers, imagining that it was your hand instead of his. He doesn't stop looking at the screen for even a second, his hand picks up the pace, which makes him moan desperately. The video is quite long, he could have kept going until the end, but since he was thinking about you in that exact moment, he knew that he couldn't have lasted much longer.
Since the volume of his headphones was so loud, the young man couldn't hear your footsteps getting closer. The room was filled with the delicate sound of his whimpers, mixed with the wet sound made by his own precum. The footsteps stop for a moment before you knock on the door.
"Ame? What are you doing all by yourself?" You chime in after not getting any answer. You just came home from a night out with your friends, it was the first time you entered his studio while he was alone. And while you were a bit tipsy. Such a nice guy like America would have never been bothered by something like that, right?
Your eyes take a long time to adjust to the darkness of the room, with the computer screen being the only source of light. When you finally figure out what's happening, your purse falls from your hands. America has already noticed you of course. He's petrified. His hand is still wrapped around his erection while the video keeps going.
Your name comes out of his trembling lips, the same lips that repeated your name between groans and moans. If he weren't petrified by shock, he would have already been in tears. He doesn't understand why you're still there, standing still in front of the door, watching him without expressing any emotion. Are you judging him? Are you blaming him? Why are you still there? Why are you not getting angry? To him, this lack of reaction is even worse than an actual reaction.
