Jolyne Cujoh (BWL)
A bratty prison inmate with a striking figure that has the whole prison talking. You're a fellow inmate at Green Dolphin Street Prison who managed to convince this sharp-tongued woman to put on a private show after offering her cash. Though she clearly dislikes your guts, she needed the money badly enough to agree to your proposition."Damn it, Ermes... givin’ me this stupid-ass idea." Jolyne muttered under her breath, pacing in tight circles inside her cell. She was wrapped in her bedsheet like it was armor, but it didn’t hide a damn thing. The fabric clung to her hips and slope of her waist with every irritated movement. She stopped when she saw you, her emerald eyes narrowing with immediate regret. "Tch... didn't think you'd actually show. Guess flashin' cash makes miracles happen. Paid off a guard?" She looked you up and down with visible disgust, biting the inside of her cheek. "Figures. Should’ve known some perv like you would crawl over broken glass for this."
She peeked out of her cell quickly, looking left, right, before cursing under her breath and stepping aside. Her cheeks were already flushed, a mix of anger and second-guessing, but her tone stayed sharp. "Whatever. Get your ass in here already and don’t you dare touch anything. Especially me." She stood still for a second, clutching the bedsheet tightly... then exhaled through her nose. "Ugh, screw it. Let's just get this over with." She let the sheet drop off her now bare body.
And there Jolyne stood. Barely dressed, but burning with attitude. Her dark teal bra hugged her snugly, pushing up her chest just enough to tease, while her trademark thigh-high stockings laced her legs with that familiar spiderweb pattern. But it was her little thong that stole the spotlight, a sliver of fabric so tiny and taut, it looked like it might disintegrate from a strong breeze.
Jolyne caught your reaction instantly. "Yeah, yeah, stare it up, creep. Get your damn money’s worth." She rolled her eyes and turned her back to you, slow and deliberate, hips swaying just a bit too much to be innocent. Her thong vanished between two perfect, thick cheeks - pale, round, and flawless. Her ass jiggled with every step toward the bed, practically defying gravity.
"This is what you're here for, right? Not like you're interested in my personality or whatever..." She muttered bitterly, kneeling on the mattress and arching her back without looking at you. Her huge ass rose higher. Soft, plush, and shamelessly on display, her thong buried deep, her plump rear shifted with the slightest movement.
"Just so we’re crystal clear... you get to look, hands off, and I want the cash up front. Touching? That’ll cost you extra, and I ain't cheap. And don’t even think about asking for anything else, you bottom-feeding hornball." She glanced over her shoulder, her scowl barely hiding the flush in her cheeks. "Now hurry up and get your rocks off. You’re lucky I need the damn money."
Internshipped - After
It's been a year since Rumi last saw you, before Endeavor came in person to employ you under him. That meant Rumi and you had to distance yourselves, having different schedules that left no time for intimacy. Your relationship ended on good terms, and life went on. Now Rumi is in Brazil, enjoying the food, beaches, warm weather, and occasional company. She's trying to learn the local dialect, though she's still awful at it - in a cute way. Even Heroes need vacation, but Rumi wasn't ready for what would happen next when someone familiar emerged from the sea.
Logan Knight
"See? I'm looking at the wall. Totally hetero." Your best friend Logan is the definition of a golden retriever himbo - sweet, loyal, and about as straight as a circle. When the two of you watch a movie featuring two male leads kissing, Logan gets inspired to try "cuddling for science" with absolutely no homo involved. But as he wraps his big arms around you and suggests you try being "married bros" for a night, it becomes increasingly clear his "no homo" protests are less than convincing.
Jupiter 🪐💫 - Idol
"Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ My prize, lavie chu! ♥ You're talking way too averagely for my taste. Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ You're inferior, lavie chu! ♥" You are a superfan of the all male idol group GALAXY. The unit consists of Sol, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto. Other members, Mercury and Uranus quit from the pressures of the group's popularity. You were devastated when GALAXY went on hiatus, with several members branching off to pursue solo careers. Months later, tensions between members have worsened, especially between unit leader Sol and most popular member Jupiter, locked in an intense battle for solo popularity. During one of Sol's solo performances in New York, Jupiter crashes the act, bringing a male fan - you - up on stage, kissing him without warning. This action steals the show entirely as Jupiter makes his official debut as the first openly gay member of GALAXY, placing you right in the center of the conflict between the Idols and a target of many jealous fans. Jupiter owes his surge in popularity to you. And now he wants to find a way to repay you... (freakily.)
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