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6:30 pm
Pathetic. That’s the only word echoing through Yizhuo’s skull as she struts down the hall, annoyed.
“Why do you still bother entertaining those bozos?” Minjeong asks, also annoyed; This is the third time this week she’s had to prevent her friend from wreaking havoc on everyone and everything over some mediocre men. Minjeong doesn’t know how many sappy Hallmark movies she has left in her before Yizhuo stops believing that storybook romance is real.
“You’re not helping-”
“I don’t have to help you, y’know- and you didn’t answer my question.”
Yizhuo whirls around to meet Minjeong’s blank stare. The older girl’s lip quivers. She wants what’s best for Yizhuo, she really does. It’s just that-
“This man showers twice a week and you thought he’d provide for you?”
“Shut up!” Yizhuo whines, breaking eye contact as they leave the university’s library and head to the student lot. “I wanted to have faith that he’d shape up or something but…” She trails off, sullen. Key word: wanted. She knows he wasn’t anything to write home about. Unfortunately, Minjeong is always right.
“If he really cared, he wouldn’t have you losing your mind like you are now,” Minjeong sighs, her tone softening as she sees hurt shining in Yizhuo’s eyes. “I don’t mean to sound so harsh, Ning-ah- I just don’t like seeing you hurt. These guys haven’t been any good for you. You deserve so much better.”
“I know but,” Yizhuo interjects. “All that comes to me are guys like this. No one else seems to want me,” Her spiteful rage has fizzled out; only woeful questions of ‘what went wrong?’ swirl in her head as they slip into Minjeong’s old blue Prius.
Minjeong leans over the console to give her a quick hug and kiss on the temple before backing out of the parking spot.
“Plenty of not awful people want you. You just need to know what you want and not let any old person who wants you have a piece of your time.”
Yizhuo nods, leaning against the passenger door as they head to their apartment. “How do I know who’s right for me?” Her voice is small.
Minjeong’s tender smile is kept to herself as she gazes at the road ahead. “You’ll feel it. And you have to stop looking and just let it come to you-“
“Easy for you to say, Jimin practically fell into your lap.”
“Moreso me into hers but-“
“Oh whatever!”
The two share a laugh for the first time in a while that night. The two of them became good friends in high school; A bubbly freshman Yizhuo roped a reserved sophomore Minjeong into being her math tutor and the rest is history. All in all, the two are as thick as thieves. Ning doesn’t know what she’d do without Minjeong- the older girl’s kindness and warmth know no bounds. Minjeong was lucky enough to meet Jimin about a year ago- finding your soulmate in your third year of college is a different kind of luck; one that Yizhuo chases tirelessly.
After they get back to their place, Minjeong promptly gathers both her clothes and her school supplies.
“Going to Jimin’s for the night,” Minjeong announces as she slings her bag over her shoulder. “Figured I’d give you some privacy,” There’s slight hesitation before she adds:“Make that money honey!” topped with a wink.
Yizhuo gags. “Jimin is a disease. Get out of my sight.”
Minjeong’s scowls, angry pout resembling a puppy that’s had its tail stepped on.
“If she’s a disease, don’t ever cure me!”
“Oh brother! Get lost!”
Minjeong delivers a proper hug this time. I love you’s are scattered in the air as she heads out, the sun setting in her wake. Yizhuo groans as she closes the front door behind her, trudging upstairs to power through the rest of her homework.
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Sociology II slams closed. Yizhuo shoves her textbooks to the corner of her desk, heaving a sigh of relief.
7:55 flashes on the Hello Kitty shaped alarm clock perched on her desk. Now, Ning Yizhuo rests for the night- xXButterflyBabyXx taking her place.
Well, in theory that is. Yizhuo enjoys her side hustle as a camgirl. She’s not afraid of her sexuality- in both her attraction and her relationship with her body- but she really isn’t feeling it tonight. Multiple bad dates in the span of a few weeks will do that for you. Regardless, she promised her fans a stream tonight after being MIA the last few days. Thankfully there are hardly any creeps that pop up in her streams- everyone is really chill and some people tip well.
“Guess it’s really for the money tonight,” Yizhuo mumbles to herself as she gets up from her desk. Her drawer is rummaged through as she finds the perfect outfit for the stream. Usually she prefers pastels; on more than one occasion she’s been given lingerie in the softest mint greens and coral pinks and damn if she doesn’t look stunning in them. For tonight, a simple black lacy set calls to her.
Yihzuo checks herself in the mirror. A mane of black hair stops just below her shoulders and frames her angelic features. Hands gently trace down her firm stomach, the curve of her hips. As her eyes absentmindedly drift to the butterflies wrapped around her ribcage, she remembers something.
“Damn, that’s tomorrow already?” Yizhuo snatches up her phone as she hops on her bed. She completely forgot about the tattoo appointment that was set up months ago- a late birthday gift from Minjeong.
Peonies are some of Yizhuo’s favorite flowers. Both for their beauty and their symbolism of love and joy; two things she holds dear. Tomorrow, she’ll have a few adorning her shoulders and back.
She opens up Instagram, searching for her tattoo artist. Apparently this woman- Aeri Uchinaga- has been a friend of Jimin’s since they were kids. Minjeong has only met her a couple times, and it sounds like she’s a decent enough human being. That works for Yizhuo.
As she scrolls through the artist’s page, she’s soon admiring more than her work. There aren’t too many photos of the artist herself; after some digging, Yizhuo soon finds a post from a few months ago. Aeri and Jimin had a photoshoot on a pier.
Fuck. Yizhuo admittedly has high standards. She hardly spares people she doesn't think are worth her time a second glance. Right now, she has to stop herself from drooling. Two full sleeves adorn the artist’s muscled arms, dark ink sprawling around them perfectly. A black tank-top shows off her cleavage and sculpted abs. While her legs aren’t as covered as her arms, there’s no shortage of ink there either. Aeri’s eyes are obscured in sunglasses in this picture; Ning can’t help but wonder what kind of stories those eyes will tell.
Well, shit. Now she’s going to be properly horny for her stream- which is a plus, she guesses. Over her tattoo artist that she has to look dead in the face tomorrow morning, though? She feels that she’s truly going insane from a lack of intimacy- and a lack of good dick.
Okay, no. She’s not going to think about her tattoo artist. That’d just be weird.
7:50 pm
Blotted Out!
The neon sign flickers. The rainwater below reflects its green tint back onto the wet brick.
Aeri slouches at her desk, sliding her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
Only ten more minutes until Aeri can finally close shop for the night. She finished her last client over an hour ago but duty calls; being both her shop’s owner and sole tattooer is no easy feat. At least she has Jimin by her side; her piercer’s never-ending supply of caffeine and cat memes are what keeps her moving along these days. Well, that and a certain someone. Sort of.
Uchinaga Aeri is single. Tragically so. For a long time, she was okay with it- more focused on growing her business and honing her craft more. While she can say that the time has been well spent- she can’t ignore the loneliness that gnaws at the pit of her chest far too often. Life just isn’t the same when you’re navigating it on your own- not being able to share those special moments with a special someone. Her schedule hardly allows her to go mingle or do a lot of fun things and frankly she’s a little anxious. It’s been way too long since her last relationship.
She wasn’t even worried about this for the moment until her last client came in. The girl was friendly enough and her Godzilla tattoo was hella fun to work on- but she wouldn’t stop talking about her boyfriend. She’s mad that she’s even upset at this: she doesn’t care what people do and love is a beautiful thing, always. What sucks that love has seemed to leave her behind.
It’s okay, Aeri likes to tell herself. I’ll just have to get better- someone worthy of respect.
While she doesn’t have a special someone, there is a certain someone- a camgirl she discovered a few weeks back. It’s pathetic, she knows. There’s just something about the girl that’s alluring to her. xXButterflyBabyXx is of course drop dead gorgeous and incredibly sexy- no doubt about that- but she’s also so cute and seems like an absolute sweetheart outside of when she’s fucking herself into next week on cam.
Aeri doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that she’s memorized the name of every plushie the streamer has introduced. Or the fact that she sees her bedroom posters in her dreams sometimes. Maybe it’s best not to get into that.
The minutes drag on as Aeri finally flips the sign from open to close. With a yawn, she pulls her puffer coat on and fumbles for her car keys. Finally, Okay, if the stream starts at 9 o’clock I can just make it home in time. Damn, why’s she streaming so early? She's usually more of a night owl. I guess she-
“Is the cash drawer locked?”
Aeri nearly jumps out of her skin as Jimin’s deep voice sounds from behind her.
“Jimin I swear if you don’t start making more noise-” Aeri huffs, a hand over her heart. Jimin’s cheshire-like grin is even creepier when it’s half-illuminated. The taller girl giggles as playful punches are rained on her arm, followed by a very real groan of pain as Aeri adds more force. “That’s what you get. And yes, I didn’t forget this time!”
“This time,” Jimin emphasizes, locking the door behind them as they close up shop for the night. She decides to poke the bear as they walk to their cars. Jimin is Aeri’s friend before being her business partner- and as her friend, it’s her sworn duty to clown her. “Hope you have fun jerking off to some girl that doesn’t even know you!”
“I don’t know why I ever tell you anything.”
“Cause you love me, loser.”
“You’re the one with multiple pairs of dinosaur print boxers, loser!”
Jimin pouts. That’s a low blow. Aeri almost feels bad. Almost.
“At least I have a girlfriend!” Jimin huffs without thinking. Even lower.
Ouch. Yeah, screw Jimin and her dinosaur print boxers.
“I’m telling Minjeong she fell in love with a sociopath.” Aeri laughs away the slight twinge of hurt she feels. Jimin has known her long enough to feel it too, slinging an arm around the blonde’s shoulders.
“She knows that” Jimin chuckles. “And you know I’m just messing, you know you’ll find the perfect girl for you,” Jimin flashes a small smile at Aeri, who cringes into the hug.
“Yeah, yeah thank you, save all that sappiness for Jeongie- and tell her I say hey.” The awkward hug turns into a genuine one. The two of them go their separate ways soon after.
“Later!” Jimin shouts. “Your first client is at 10, right?”
“Yeah! Bring me coffee please!” Aeri’s attempt at being cute makes Jimin gag.
“No promises! Peace out!”
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8:30 PM
Aeri doesn’t think she’s driven that fast in her life. Shoes are thrown haphazardly in the corner; Cooper happily feasts on treats tossed in his bowl as his owner paces up the stairs.
Before heading into her room, she slips inside of her office down the hall. Aeri has drilled it into her head to triple-check her stencils the night before her appointments; mistakes aren’t something you want in permanent ink.
After fishing her iPad out from her bag, she briefly takes to Instagram. Ning Yihzuo. That’s her first client in the morning. As she pulls up the sketch she worked on, she surfs the girl’s feed.
“Damn,” Is the only thing that leaves Aeri’s mouth. This girl is drop-dead gorgeous. Said gorgeous client wants a cluster of peonies adorning her back and shoulders. Aeri thinks it suits her perfectly; Yizhuo resembles a blooming sunflower the more she scrolls through her page. Oh god, she’s waxing poetic over one of her clients. It’s over.
Shaking those thoughts aside, the blonde focuses on her work.
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Fairy lights line the ceiling; their soft glow setting the tone for a sensual atmosphere. Yizhuo is a vision; hair splayed like a halo around her head as she stares up at the ceiling. Nails rake up slender arms; a soft gasp leaves the girl’s mouth as goosebumps are left in her wake. Yizhuo closes her eyes.
Shake it off. Fuck Isaac or whatever his name was. You’re better than him. He’ll never deserve you. Affirmations rattle off in Yizhuo’s head as she relaxes into her persona. Soon, she sits up. As the black silk face mask is slipped on, she begins anew.
9:00 pm.
“Hey everyone,” The cam girl greets the camera as she pops into frame. Black lace adorns her figure; it contrasts well with the pastel pink of her bedspread. A saccharine smile grows on her face as she reads the comments.
“I look sexy in black? I’ll be sure to wear more then,” Hands roam her curves as she kneels on the bed.
The artist believes her to be a fallen angel who stormed back into heaven. Yizhuo is a vision; pouty lips all glossy, that sweet smile gracing her lips for just a second. The lace hugs her figure perfectly; she’s toned and lithe and Aeri fantasizes about her large palms holding the girl’s waist, can’t help but wonder how small she’d feel in her palms. Clumsy fingers skitter across the chat’s keyboard.
GH0STFXCEKLLA: you look ethereal as always
Aeri hits send as her left-hand tugs down the waistband of her sweatpants. Her cock slaps her stomach as it springs out, already leaking precum. Butterfly is as gorgeous as ever today: Aeri doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of those big brown eyes. What’s under her face mask is left to imagination but there’s no doubt that she’s a stunner.
“Ethereal?” The streamer laughs. “Someone has a way with words. Thanks, ghostface… how’d you know I like scary movies?” She gestures to the Scream poster hanging above her bed; one sliver of darkness in her dreamy pink room.
“Y’all didn’t come here for my horror movie picks though, I know that much…” Yizhuo giggles as she faces away from the camera, glancing over the pile of toys at her disposal. To start off, she grabs her trusty vibrator. As a streamer with slight social anxiety, she prefers to face away from the camera- which is no problem with the way she works her hips when she rides her toys.
One hand moves to play with her nipples as the other guides the vibrator in between her legs. She feels herself growing wet as she slowly grinds against it.
For a moment, her mind is blank; fully focused on the pleasure she’s feeling. But then-
Large hands skirt down Yizhuo’s thighs. The younger girl gasps as one nudges between them, eyes rolling back as two large fingers slowly press into her hole.
“Does it feel good?” An unfamiliar voice croons in her ear.
A horse moan is ripped from Yizhuo’s throat as fingers brush over her clit. Of course, she’s fucking thinking of her tattoo artist. At this point she doesn’t care, desperately humping against her vibrator.
“Oh my god,” A soft moan tumbles past Aeri’s lips as she watches the streamer’s legs shake. She pumps her cock slowly, shuddering from the cold press of her rings against her skin.
Yizhuo fucks herself steadily on the artists fingers; they’re about twice the size of her own. Nothing has filled her up like this in such a long time. She gasps as she feels lips press against her neck, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from her neck down to the dip of her back.
“You’re almost ready for me, angel.”
“It’s not enough,” Yizhuo mewls softly to herself. It’s picked up on stream; comments flood in, cooing at how adorable she sounds. She needs something bigger- she can’t believe how delirious she’s feeling over a stranger.
There’s no time to ponder morals or ethics while there’s a toy scrambling her brain to pieces at the moment.
She decides to face the camera now after tossing the vibrator aside. One of her bigger toys is now out to play- a deep purple dildo, slightly on the thicker side. There’s no preamble as she mounts it, keening at the stretch. She bites her lip as she sees a certain name in the comments.
GH0STFXCEKLLA: so fucking pretty stretched around that cock
GH0STFXCEKLLA: fuck it hard baby
Oh. This person has always donated to her but never said a thing; and what a way to introduce yourself. Yizhuo is intrigued no doubt, and horny to say the least. Especially the latter. She moans loudly; eyelids fluttering shut as she sinks down onto the plastic cock. As it reaches inside her she rubs her clit, squirming in pleasure as her mind strays once again.
“That’s it princess,” the artist’s breath tickles Yizhuo’s ear. “Fuck me hard,” she punctuates with a slap on the streamer’s ass, other hand gripping her waist tightly. Yizhuo cries out as she picks up speed, riding the artist’s cock in earnest.
Wet sounds and thready moans reverberate through the room as Yizhuo desperately chases her orgasm.
Aeri groans as she feels herself getting close. There’s something about the energy tonight; Butterfly looks like she’s really enjoying herself. Those pretty eyes are half-lidded, near vacant as the streamer bounces on her dildo like she’d die without it.
“‘m gonna cum,” Yizhuo breathes out as she feels her orgasm crash over her. Her inhibitions disappear as the pleasure rocks her body.
“Cum for me, baby,” a kiss behind her ear. “Let me knock you up, pretty girl-“
“Daddy,” Yizhuo squeaks as she cums. “daddy, please- oh-“ The streamer’s legs finally give out as she rides out her orgasm, lazily grinding against her toy.
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“Oh, fuuuuck,” Aeri husks as she cums all over her hand. Daddy. That’s something she’s never heard leave the camgirl’s mouth. Some unwarranted twinge of jealousy shows its head- this girl doesn’t even know her, what’s it to Aeri if she’s fantasizing about some dude or the boyfriend she probably has? She frowns. Great. No better post-nut clarity than to be jealous over a camgirl she doesn’t know. Anyhow, she’s still courteous.
GH0STFXCEKLLA left an $100 tip: looks like you had fun, have a good night babe :]
With that, Aeri logs off and closes her laptop. She wants to be relatively well-rested for her first appointment tomorrow. The last thing she wants to be is an un-caffeinated wreck- especially around a pretty girl.
Restful sleep is just what she finds; albeit wrapped in a siren song that sounds in her dreams.
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Yizhuo hasn’t cum that hard in ages. After the stream, she finds herself in the shower- contemplating life.
Even after the mind-numbing orgasm(s) and the fantasy of a hot stranger, she can’t shake off the gloomy feeling that surrounds her in regards to the scumbag of the month.
Will she find the right person for her? She knows that love can take its time- maybe even her whole life. She wants to be patient, but it’s hard. Should it be this hard, to have someone that truly loves and cares about her by her side?
Of course, her thoughts aren’t all philosophical. Her pussy is evidently sore; red dusts her cheeks as she remembers what she imagined- this woman she doesn’t know completely dominating her. Usually she’d prefer to have a bit of the upper hand with the boys she’s toyed with, but she wants nothing more than to be at the mercy of this woman she doesn’t know yet.
Alone, in her head, she can allow herself to explore. To dream. To crave.
Steam envelops the bathroom as Yizhuo’s hand dips between her legs for the second time that night.
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9:55 am
“Ice cold, just like your heart!” Jimin’s delivery is way too cheerful as the americano is slid onto Aeri’s desk.
“Gee thanks, pal!” Aeri flips her off as she reaches for her drink. Jimin returns the gesture before slipping into her office for the morning.
Pierce the Veil graces the shop’s speakers as Aeri sits at the front desk, waiting for her next appointment. In the meantime, she doodles on some scrap paper nearby.
The shop’s bell rings. A blonde head of hair shoots up from behind the desk.
“Hey, welcome!” Aeri’s breath nearly catches in her throat. Ning Yizhuo is expectedly beautiful. It’s hard enough to make eye contact with pretty girls as it is. But there’s something else about her- something familiar.
“Good morning!” Yizhuo greets her. A honeyed voice. And what gorgeous eyes, deep and rich, almost like-
The tattooer’s blood runs cold. No. No. No.
Fuck me.