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Beautiful close-ups of Meryl Streep at the 76th Primetime Emmy Awards on September 15, 2024, at Peacock Theater in Los Angeles, California. She looked stunning in a custom powder pink power suit by Alexander McQueen.
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100% girls so get away of what is distracting you from your goals!đžđâšđ
#aesthetic#coquette#coquette angel#coquette girl#daddy's good girl#lana del rey aesthetic#girl interrupted#lana del rey#lana del rey fans#this is a girlblog#just girly thoughts#just girly posts#just girly things#pink blog#lana del ray aesthetic#lana is god#lana unreleased#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del slay#lizzy grant#hell is a teenage girl#this is what makes us girls#girl interupted syndrome#im just a girl#girly blog#girl blogger#girlhood#girlblogging#pink#boss lady
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miss ma'am jade
#honkai star rail#hsr#jade#hsr jade#madam boss lady i love her#pink haired women are very swag#the bigger the hat the more dangerous the woman (and hotter)
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me, a corporate office girly, reblogging on my work computer
#sadiecore#coquette#juminocore#heisei retro#pink aesthetic#pinkcore#pink moodboard#girlblogging#pink#girly blog#this is what makes us girls#girlhood#this is a girlblog#girl blogger#girl boss gaslight gatekeep#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#corporate girl#office lady#office siren
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i need more girl blogger friends đ pls hmu if u want to be friends đ
#girlblogging#coquette#cute#pink#it girl#black swan#gone girl#lady bird#this is a girlblog#girl boss gaslight gatekeep#strawberrycheesecake#lana del rey
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When itâs time to put my feet up, I canât help but imagine how good it would feel if you were with me⊠maybe you can help me relax in ways I wonât forget đđ
#boss#large bust#feet#flirty#lady boss#monday#motivation#office#hustler#pink#secretary#skirt suit#legally blonde
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iâm on a boat
#hashtag lake life LMAO#it was for my friendâs grad party that was thrown for her by her boss whoâs an older white southern lady lmao#she was very sweet and made her husband take us on a boat ride lmao#me#my face#selfie#pink eyeliner#graphic liner#girls#cute girls#asian#wlw#wlwoc#bi#nonbinary woman
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(vĂa "Strawberry Strawberry lovers, Gifts for her, Strawberry Phone Case, Strawberry iPad Cases, Pink and White Design" Mouse Pad for Sale by Noemill)
#strawberry #pink #aesthetic #fruit #strawberries #pink vichy design #white vichy pattern #strawberry lovers #gifts for her #strawberry theme #trendy accessories #vichy #romantic gifts #girly accessories
#findyourthing#redbubble#strawberry pink aesthetic fruit strawberries pink vichy design white vichy pattern strawberry lovers gifts for her strawberry theme trendy a#strawberry#strawberries accessories#strawberries tech gadgets#gadgets#technology#iphone#ipad#iphone case#ipad cover#ipad case#strawberry lovers#aesthetic#pink vichy design#girly accessories#gift for her#gift ideas#gift for mom#gift for lady boss#gift for girlfriend#gift for grandma#accessories#shopping#cute shop#shop now#vichy design#pink and white#blackpink
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#giphy#girl#pink#yay#gold#lettering#boss#congrats#congratulations#letter#balloon#letters#bae#balloons#girl boss#get it#go girl#boss lady#felicitacion#ۧÙÙ Ù
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one of my proudest achievements is that i have become The Fun Makeup & Earring Person both at school and at work
#one of my coworkers told me that when i started working there our boss asked her if she knew me yet#and when she said no our boss was like 'oh you'll know them when you see them. they always have bright makeup'#and when me and some classmates in my gen chem class were forming a smaller study group outside of the class wide discord#we were trying to put faces to names and literally everyone was like 'oh i know who A is'#'they have the pink hair and the makeup and the earrings'#like y'all. i am winning life.#i love being one of those people who everyone just knows without really knowing because of My Look#i'm gonna be such a cool weird old lady (gn) just you wait#not good omens#personal#random#fun earrings are the best#i love going to little markets and things and buying earrings from local small businesses
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Kinda funny that none of the âbigâ ENG PGR youtubers/streamers/whatever mentioned how important Murray was gonna be in this patch, because apparently the only thing that generate clout is talking about Leeâs power level or something
#âthis lee is not metaâ can you shut up and enjoy the story#fenrhi plays pgr#no but seriously whenever someone mentions this patch itâs always about firegodlee or the pink lady boss fight#what about everything else
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Lady Sam and those nails though. â But those suits are hot as đ„” f*ck!
#gapyuri#gap the series#poor mon#actually it might be fun#lady boss has a power!kink and i dig it#mon x sam#gap live-streaming#beckyfreen#idol factory#gonna need mon to unzip the one piece suit with her teeth#never betray a person who⊠indeed#otp: iâll paint your entire world⊠with pink
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The weekend is here! đđ
âI believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls.â ~ Audrey Hepburn
girls night out đđđ #SailorMoon
prints gold and silver foil available!
#happy weekend#girl power#girls night#night out#feminine power#pink aesthetic#girl quotes#audrey hepburn#audrey hepburn quotes#sailor moon#sailor warriors#anime art#90s anime#90s kid#retro anime#happy hour#ladies night#girl time#girl boss#lipstick#hair and makeup#pretty aesthetic#shoujo#female warrior#female hero
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Thereâs lead in the Stanley cupsâŠ??
So thatâs why they act like that
#the crunchy pipeline pink girls girl white feminists girl bossed so hard they circled back to mid century lead poisoning#anyways lead is nothing to joke bout or play with and them Stanley mfs going to hell#âthe lead in the cups is only dangerous if the cup is damagedâ#*looks at that lady that had her Stanley in a burning car and the cup âsurvivedâ*#ummmm
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a blurb in which ellieâs a sex shop worker youâre becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3
18+ mdni! shoo!
youâre on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.
your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. youâre working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasnât taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.
all of them, it turns out, involve the very person whoâd sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.
her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath sheâd huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.
the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as youâre about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.
you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.
ellieâs behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and youâre unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.
âback already?â she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. âmustâve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?â
you donât miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; youâre not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.
âit died.â
âoh,â ellie says. âdid you⊠charge it?â
âno, i wanted toâi thought maybe i could try something else.â you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time youâd come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.
âyeah, of course. think youâre ready for something more intense? câmon.â she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.
âwhat kind of name is that for a sex toy?â you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.
âah-ah, sweetheart, donât doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.â
âreally, now?â you ask, cocking a brow. âyou know from experience?â
ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. âif the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend herâi think youâll have lots of fun with her.â
âokay, fine. you pulled my leg.â you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator youâll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!
it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second oneâone with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. thereâs a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.
god, she probably thinks youâre a sex addict. she totally thinks youâre a sex addict.
âis it weird that iâm back so soon?â you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellieâs brows knit together in confusion.
âhuh? no, no, not at allâwe have plenty of regulars, you know.â she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. âiâd say itâs weirder that youâre here at two in the morning.â
you blink. âtwo?â
âtwo twenty-one, to be precise.â ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. âbut hey, i get it. your vibrator died.â
you clear your throat. âhow much do i owe you?â
âhm. wellâŠâ ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrapâs countertop. âiâm feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.â
âiâm awful at trivia,â you confess.
âtrivia? jesus.â ellie barks a surprised laugh. âiâm notâitâs not trivia.â
narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. âokay, fine. ask away.â
ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesnât hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.
then: âwhat were you thinking about?â
âhuh?â
âearlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?â
âthatâs your question?â you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, youâd been thinking of her.
ellie smirks. âyou donât need to answer if you donât want to.â
âno, itâs⊠itâs okay,â you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. âi was thinking about, um⊠you, actually.â
youâre still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.
itâs a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and sheâs grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.
âcan i tell you something?â she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. âiâve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.â
mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like sheâs got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didnât just admit that sheâs thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âyou seem nervous,â she says.
âiâmâi donâtâŠâ you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.
âtell you what,â ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. âyou can go now, if you want. i wonât stop you.â
âor,â she says, voice dipping low, husky, âyou can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.â
she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and youâre struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.
you lock the front door, of course.
#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams#ellie smut#ellie tlou#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie williams drabble#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams tlou#ellie fanfic#ellie x fem reader#ellie willams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams fic#my writing
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SHH.
older brother choso x babysitter reader
a/n: this was for someone who requested a reader with waist beads. had such writers block with this omg
warnings: sub choso, he says mommy like once
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Homeless. The word never came to mind when you juggled around the possibilities of moving out of your parentsâ home. You worked a decent job; it wasnât much, but it was enough to pay the rent and small utilities. You never thought about what you would do if you happened to not have a job anymore. It never seemed plausible.
But unless this was some elaborate prank from your forbearing boss, youâre staring at a termination letter in the darkness of your room. Youâre fired. Thereâs the proof right there, written in a fine, bold red print. They needed to cut budgets- they had to let a few people go. Thereâs also the fake sympathies of âWeâre sorry to let you goâ and âYou were a great employeeââ all bullshit, really. A poor attempt at making you feel better.
You shouldâve prepared for this, shouldâve saved for more than a monthâs rent. But you didnât, and unless you find something in the next two weeks, you will run out of food. You had little experience, you had only been working at that cafĂ© shop for three months. You try to find the same position at a different place, a little bit further from your place.
âWhy do you want to work here?â A sharp feminine voice blinks you of your thoughts. Your eyes swiftly turn to the lady recruiter, but you frown when you realize hers were shifted downwardsâ on her notepad.
Because yaâll are hiring?
You decide to take the honest route. You need to pay rent; you donât have the capacity to come up with a lie. Maybe sheâll take pity on you.
â.. I- Uh. I just got fired from my previous job and only saved one monthâs rent- I like the peacefulness of working at a local cafĂ© since that was what I used to do. Your company also promotes natural and healing ingredients; thatâs admirable.â You choose your words carefully.
You hear a hum, âDo you like these things?â
âI do. I like taking care of myself in and out, even energetically. Itâs why I have these waist beads. Theyâre stones each have different healing properties.â Should you have rambled like that?
Your waist is a target of her attention, and as you mentioned, a collection of colorful, small, spherical stones adorn your waist. At least seven of them sat snugly under your slender stomach.
You piqued her interest because the next twenty minutes of your interview were a deep conversation about the different meanings held by the stones you wore. Maybe youâre reading too much into it, but her tone made it seem like she was impressed.
She dismisses you with a, âExpect a call in two weeks.â and a smile. The only one sheâs given you since you got here.
The wind in New York was quite strong, so when your shoes clattered on the cement beneath you, you were surprised when a paper hit you right in the face. Your lipgloss held the paper in place. You pull yourself to the side after moving the paper, and you see something just as youâre about to crumble it up.
babysitter wanted asap, will pay $50 an hour!
And just under that, his Instagram and a small description.
my name is choso, and i need some help looking after my little brother. heâs 5 years old, very cheerful, and generally well-behaved. iâm only 20, and if i continue taking care of him alone, iâll probably fail my classes. itâs just the two of us, so if youâre interested my ig is @c.kamo
In all honesty, you were already hooked when you read $50 per hour. Is he rich or something? When you type in his Instagram, youâre taken aback.
The man you see now is dangerously attractive, making you wonder if this is a prank. You click on his story and- how lucky are you? The piercings on his eyebrow, nose, and lip were a striking contrast to his pale white face. His jaw is exceptionally sharp, his lips are pink and full, and his hair is styled into two adorable pigtails.
When you press your finger to show the following picture, you audibly gasp. His abs were pushing through a tight black compression shirt. His arms are veiny, firm- big. Your Uber almost left without you because of how struck you were.
You fold the paper stu, put it in your purse, and follow him, deciding to text him when youâre home. You just hope heâs still looking for a babysitter, you donât know how long this paper has been rolling around the streets.
As usual, the doorman greeted you happily when you arrived after a short ride to your apartment. The constant buzzing on your phone since you got here has reminded you of the potential job offer that came to your attention a few moments ago.
Youâre pushing your pants down when you go to his profile again, and you stop abruptly when you realize the man who followed nobody followed you back, and he sent you a message. A smile slowly creeps onto your lips, making you feel giddy.
That was easy, you think. If you had known how easy it was to earn money elsewhere, you would have quit ages ago. It makes you overthink, worrying that this was another one of those sex trafficking schemes you havenât heard of yet.
Choso sends you his number afterwards and instructions for tomorrow. You feel at ease knowing that the address he sends you is in one of the skyscrapers in Long Island City. He even sent you the apartment number and told you to use his full name so the doorman could ring you up.
That morning, he informed you of a few things about Yuji. He may be reserved because his previous babysitters didnât appreciate his energetic personality. Though, Choso assures you that once he feels comfortable, it wonât be long until he opens up. Youâre a bit sad to hear that those who looked after him before werenât very kind and that Yuji would often complain that he would have to play alone.
You figured they only mentioned babysitting to get Choso. When you told him this, his only response was,
âget with me? i donât see why, is there something in particular they want?â
Yeah, whatâs in your pants. Is what you wanted to say.
Yuji leaves you feeling surprised when you meet him. This boy wasnât anything like a reserved one. You donât believe he could manifest such a thing. When he came to greet you, he jumped on you, and you had to quickly pull your hands from your pockets and catch him so he wouldnât fall. Youâre chuckling, and your voice is comforting the little boy when you speak,
âOh! Hi, sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Yuji.â
His smile is blinding when he looks up at you, âYouâre pretty! What are those beads for? Are you my new babysitter? Will you play with me?â
Choso observes your interactions with his brother and how you answer his questions as if itâs second nature. The beads that his brother mentioned caught his attention the moment you stepped through his door. Heâs ashamed. He feels utterly ashamed to admit that heâs been gazing at them.
Out of curiosity at first, but then he noticed the way they moved whenever you did.
Choso was not the type to indulge in lustful thoughts. He didnât have trouble keeping his eyes away from the previous babysitters who arrived at his house in the shortest skirts ever made.
So, why is it so hard to look away from you? From your waist?
Thereâs nothing revealing about what youâre wearing. Your outfit consists of a flowing white skirt that touches the ground, and he noticed that a black tank top keeps bouncing up no matter how many times you try to pull it down. Despite this, he is still unable to look away. You look soft, the beads are loosely adorning your hips, and suddenly, he canât help but think of how his hands would look there.
Choso blinks. Where did that come from?
He shakes his head, attempting to shake himself away from these fantasies. He has to leave. He will miss his class if he doesnât leave his seat on the kitchen counter.
He clears his throat, âHe seems to like you already. I have to leave now.. for class. Iâll be home in 3 hours, and there is money on the counter if either of you gets hungry.â
When he speaks, you notice the uncomfortable look on his face. Does he not want to go? Is he worried? Although you hope not, you are questioning yourself when he walks towards you on the floor and gives his brother a kiss, but then passes you without even giving you a glance.
Well... That was uncalled for. Yuji takes hold of your hand and leads you to his LEGO collection, preventing you from pondering it.
Choso doesnât come home in three hours like he said. Rather, two hours later. He did let you know, though. He really wasnât the type to do this, so it wouldnât be fair to you if he didnât. He tried his best to delay as much as possible because he wasnât ready to see you yet. He was afraid of those thoughts from earlier and wasnât prepared to come face-to-face with them again.
Alas, he had to. He closes the door to his apartment with a smooth click and is greeted with the sound of TV. He doesnât hear much, but what he thinks is.. light snoring?
He makes a slow walk to the living room, and there you both are. Youâre lying on your back, your mouth slightly open in a light snore, and your left arm is dangling off the corner of the cushion. Yuji is on top of you, also on his back, and is practically in the same position as you.
Chosoâs instincts drive him to walk towards you both, and what he does next is entirely natural. He lightly ruffles Yujiâs hair to avoid waking him and kisses his forehead. He thinks youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, even with the few hairs on your laid black lace that covers your right eye when he looks up at you.
He brushes it to the side, immediately flinching back when you move your head in your sleep. What the fuck is he doing?
He rushes to get a glass of water, taking care not to make any abrupt sounds. He wants to let you sleep a little, he reasons with himself that heâs just being a good person. In reality, he doesnât want you to leave yet. He refuses to believe he does not want to wake you because of his selfish motives.
âChoso?â
He jumps, almost dropping the glass in his hand.
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you. Yuji-â When he fully faces you, he stops short. The pictures on your Instagram had nothing on you, honestly. Both your skirt and tank top are now lower than when you came here, and he can clearly see your voluptuous tits. The cute pudge of your stomach wrapped by those fucking waist beads is also visible to him.
Youâre still half asleep when you notice heâs not talking, so you donât care much to interrogate him. Your tone of voice is one of concern when you say, âI put Yuji in his room, donât worry. You okay?â
No. Far from it, actually. That is what he desperately wants to say. But how could he explain what it is thatâs really wrong with him? Heâs having unnatural thoughts about you, including your body and face. You might think that heâs a creep. Yuji seems to have a good relationship with you. What is the probability that he will find someone like you again?
He doesnât want to risk it; he doesnât want to take that chance. So, he answers you, âIâm great. Nothing is wrong at all. Did you, uh, have fun with Yuji?â
âOh, yeah! He was great, he always had something new for us toâŠâ
Whatever youâre talking about gets tuned out by Choso. He hates himself for it. Heâs sure what youâre saying is important, he doesnât doubt it for a second. But did you ever notice that your lips twitch whenever you speak? That you start playing with the ends of your hair when you suddenly become hyper-aware that his eye contact is unwaveringly on you.
Heâs not looking directly into your eyes but rather at your entire body. His eyes would shift from your lips, then to your chest, but they would always find their way back to your hips. You had a hunch that he wasnât really listening to what you were saying. And you catch on quickly, so you decide to tease him.
âI think if I keep stretching, Iâll be able to do the splits in a week. Donât you think so, Cho?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah.â Cho? You already gave him a nickname?
Even though you stifle a giggle, it eventually becomes a full-blown laugh. The mere sound brings Choso to a smile before he covers his face sheepishly.
âI didnât mean to zone you out, I just had a long day.â
âI can see that.â You finish your fit of giggles and move over to his fridge and check to see if you have any leftovers from earlier, âYou should eat. Thereâs some leftover Chinese in the fridge, I can heat it up for you?â
He hurriedly takes his bag off and drops it on the ground before sitting on the countertop. âIâd have to pay you more for your services.â
âYou donât have to pay me, I canât in my good conscience leave you alone like that. You can barely stand up.â As you microwave some leftover fried rice, you can hear him hum. All the while, his eyes never leave your frame- waist.
âThis is actually the first time I didnât have to rush home early.â He murmurs, his hand holding his face up while he admires you.
As you wait for the timer to end, you turn your attention towards him, âReally? Is that why you took your sweet time coming home?â
He likes how you say âcoming homeâ, as if heâs coming home to you. As though you were living together. When he detects the annoyance in your tone, he frowns, âI apologized.â
You notice his pout as you hand him the hot plastic food container. âIt wonât happen again if thatâs what youâre worried about. Please donât quit, I really-â
âWoah, Iâm not quitting.â
You cut him off, and he can reply with nothing but an âOh.â
When you gather your purse and keys, Choso watches- Youâre leaving already?
âYeah, you pay really well, anddd I like Yuji.â You were sincere. A salary like this shouldnât be wasted because of a delayed arrival. At least he informed you that he would be late; thatâs better than nothing. And itâs true, you really liked Yuji. It was natural for you to get along with him as if he was already a family member.
Itâs endearing how Choso abandons his food to follow after you as you walk towards his door. âIt was fun babysitting, Cho! Text me when you need me-â
âTomorrow? Could you come again tomorrow at the same time?â
Youâre momentarily speechless, but remember heâs waiting for a response, âTomorrow?â
âI might need you for the rest of the week actually, I have a few finals coming up.â Choso is smart. He doesnât really need to study for these finals, but he figures he can use that as an excuse to have you here, with him.
You stutter out, âWell- Well, I still have to go job hunting..â
âI can triple your pay. Quadruple it if you want.â He said without delay as if he hadnât offered to pay you more than $500 daily just to spend some time with his brother.
âIs money just not that big of an issue for you?â You laugh, perplexed as to why this man is just throwing money at you like youâre a common whore.
Not when it comes to you, no. âNo. Will you come back for the week?â His answer is blunt, honest, stoic even, like he doesnât catch on to why youâre in such disbelief.
âI- I guess.â At that moment, he offers you a lazy smile and wishes you goodnight. He complemented his words with a sweet âYou looked very pretty today, by the way.â Allowing you to drive away in the Uber flustered and thinking about the entire interaction on your way home.
The next four days were the same: Choso left for class, you spent an afternoon with Yuji, and a small conversation and meal between you and Choso happened right before you left for that night in the kitchen. You assumed it would be the same when he asked you to take care of Yuji while he was studying at home.
As you neared the end of the week, those conversations grew longerâŠand more secluded. Choso is usually found in his room with his face stuffed in a big textbook and his notes. When you sat on his bed, he would move them to the side and give you his full attention.
âSo, youâve never had a girlfriend?â You repeat his statement back at him with a look of apprehension. How is that even possible? Heâs hot, rich, and really smart, too. How come heâs not taken?
When he answers you, he doesnât seem embarrassed, âNo. I havenât met anyone.. interesting, yet.â
You stare at the ceiling as you take in his words, âAre you saving yourself for marriage?â
âIâve had sex once. It wasnât memorable enough for me to do it again.â Chosoâs face becomes warm when he responds to you. Is it even right for him to share these things with you? He is curious about your thoughts when you donât speak for an entire minute. His body is shaking in anxiety while he is in his gaming chair.
You huff, sprawled out on his bed, âI donât think anyoneâs first time is the best.â
He raises a brow, making a sound that urges you to finish, âYou need experience to figure out what you like and donât like.â
âDo-Do you have experience?â
You smile and finally turn to look at the pale man, âWhy, yes, I do.â
ââŠCould you teach me some things?â
Silence. Choso doesnât know why he said that. Heâs not sure why you guys are even talking about this. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe you didnât see him that way? What if you decide to leave?
âM-Maybe I shouldnât have said that. You donât have to-â
âSure, Iâll teach you.â Lifting yourself off his bed, you stop in front of the space between his legs. The physical struggle heâs facing to not grab you can be seen as he repositions his eyes on your waist again.
Leaning close to his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, âIf thatâs what you really want.â
Your movements are slow, particularly when you put your ass right on his bulge, which has been there since you entered his room. Choso is at a loss with his hands, so you help by positioning them on both sides of your hips. He instantly squeezes and you canât help but notice that small mewl coming from his lips.
âIs that what you want, Cho?â
His nod is swift and desperate even as his mind starts to get hazy. You smell really good, and the feeling of you on his lap is quickly becoming something he wants more of. His head is already in the crook of your neck, and his soft lips touch you before he tentatively sucks.
You gently pull his head back by his hair, and the sound that comes from his lips is raw and deafening. âDonât go mute now. Use your words.â
âYes.. please.â Heâs panting, his eyes hooded and low as he gazes into yours. His words prompt you to gently press your lips against his, proving his resolve. He didnât have much, or any at all, because he snatched your lips harshly. Youâre gasping because of the sensation of his hands gripping your waist and pulling at your waist beads. Heâs grumbling about how you taste and how you feel so much softer than he could ever imagine.
Chosoâs breath becomes choppy when you start grinding against his bulge, and he can even detect your swollen lips through your shorts. His hands begin to creep up your body, and his fingers immediately pull down the top of your tank, exposing your tits. You werenât even wearing a bra.
You swallow loudly when he releases your lips and lowers his head to wrap them around your dark areola, squeezing the other hand to ensure itâs not neglected. Choso gets lost in your taste and hypnotized by how you twitch and buck whenever he bites gently. He withdraws with a pop and swiftly leans down to fill his mouth with the one his hand was holding.
You gasp out, âSince this is a lesson, I should teach you how to-â
âEat you out?â Although his words are muffled, you can still hear them clearly. You make an effort to chuckle, but he bites your nipples again, making you release a small moan. Thereâs no chance to react because he suddenly lifts you up, takes two steps from his chair, and sets you down on his bed.
Choso is prompt and hurries you out of your shorts and panties. The lace pair is flimsy and rips easily due to his strength- his eagerness. His face is flush against your cunt as he forces your legs apart. Even if you tried, you couldnât move because of his firm clasp.
Your lips are gleaming and dripping on his lips, you are so wet. When he finally drags his tongue between your folds, he can feel your throbbing, âYou taste amazing.â
His lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly, causing slight twitching and cross eyes. Itâs impossible to think he only did this once. Heâs sucking so obscenely and poking at your quivering hole incessantly. Choso is moaning against you like heâs been dying to do this. Thereâs no way he only did this once. Youâre overwhelmed by the way heâs making you feel,
âRight there! Shit- Oh! Youâre doing so- so good.â
At the praise, his eyes roll back, and his cock throbs against his boxers. The way he slowly pushes his middle finger into you is riveting, stretching you better than your fingers could ever. Your breath staggers as you let out a sinful moan.
Your hips begin buckling, your beads thrash as you move, and Choso has to put a heavy hand on your stomach to prevent you from running away when he accelerates his ministrations. Heâs keeping you steady while curling his finger upwards and punching your G-spot over and over again. He adds another one and twists them, hoping to receive your praise again.
You wail out a beautiful symphony, âYes- fuck! Mâgonna cum. Youâre gonna make me cum, baby.â
He loves the way you make dirty words sound angelic. Heâs the one whoâs going to make you cum, heâs the one making you tremble and cry out at the mercy of his tongue and two fingers. The pressure in your stomach is so intense that you feel like youâre on fire, like a dam is about to burst.
âCum. Please, please. I want it so bad, want you to make a m-mess.â
Your head is turning as he continues to make love with your hole, kissing the hood of your clit with his rough passion. An earth-shattering orgasm rips through you, and your chest rises up and down as your back arches without much help. With your head thrown back, your hands scramble to grab his hair to keep him where he is. He was too determined to savor every last bit of your sweet essence, so he wouldnât even dare move anyway.
As you stumble out, your body shakes violently, âAh! Youâre such a good boy, Cho.â
Low whimpers vibrate against your core, and you donât delay in pulling him up your body and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Heâs becoming needy once more and doesnât hesitate to start grinding his fat cock against your thigh- his boxers being long gone.
He doesnât pull away from your lips when he speaks, âCan I put it in now? Please?â
The way he begs is so sweet, and it makes you coo as your soft hand grabs his length to lead it to your sopping cunt. Jesus, heâs big. Abnormally big, how did he hide this?
Youâre teasing him by slowly sliding his flushed tip between your lips, never going in. His moans are whiny, and his hips twitch every time he goes over your tight hole. Chosoâs balls are churning, he might just cum like this.
âPlease- wanna fuck you. Just put it in, p-put it- Fuck.â
His lips swell with a deep moan as you finally push his tip in. Youâre so wet, so warm. He has to push the rest of his thick cock inside to feel you clench on him entirely, and he does. He bucks instantly, forcing almost half of him inside your dripping mound, and the stretch heâs giving you is painful but euphoric.
You have to silence Choso with your lips against his lips after he releases another pornographic moan, âShh, baby. Donât- Donât wanna wake your brother up.â
You move your hips, causing him to slip the remaining inches inside you. Heâs speedy in pulling back, bringing his tip to your entrance, and then slamming his hips against yours. Youâre groaning against his lips, gasping every time you hear a slick noise coming from between your legs.
The sensation of your cunt being so warm and suffocating him back inside with a tight grip is making his mind go into a coma. As Choso gives you deep, sweet strokes, his hold on your waist is harsh, and you anticipate feeling sore tomorrow. Heâs not going to last long, you feel too good.
âYouâre fucking me so good, Cho! Harder, baby. Just like that, fuck me harder.â He follows your instructions swiftly as if heâs afraid of disappointing you. Your words are motivating him to work harder, to make this experience perfect for you.
Heâs whimpering pathetically above you, his thrusts getting harsher and deeper when he fucks into you. âMâgonna cum. You feel so- Shit. Please- Please let me fill you up.â
âYeah? Wanna fill me up? Beg a little more.â As you whisper in a daze, youâre spent and almost at your peak.
âPleasepleasepleaseplease- Ah shit! Please, mommy!â Choso moans into your neck while his hips bump into yours in uncoordinated movements. Your cunt is a perfect fit against him, he canât get enough of it.
You were surprised by the impact a single word had on you. Youâre wrapping your legs around the man above you, arching your back off the bed as your fat pussy squeezes his cock, releasing your juices all over his body. Thatâs all Choso needs to dump his seed inside of you, having to bite your shoulder to not release a loud moan that would surely wake Yuji up.
Choso falls onto you, both of your movements still, as your breaths are heavy and your bodies are dripping with sweat. You donât speak but rather sink into his embrace and the aftertaste. He finally ends the silence,
âI think I know what I like now.â
You make a confused sound, âWhatâs that?â
â..You. I like you.â
As you prepare to respond, a faint snoring noise interrupts you. He fell asleep. You chuckle and stroke his hair in a comforting motion before kissing the side of his head. Your mind is brimming with unspoken thoughts of,
I like you too.
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