The walk home had been pretty normal.

Yuri wasn't with the group today. It was her day off, and she'd gone home earlier than usual after vaguely saying she had “stuff” to do. With Yuri, stuff usually meant she didn't want anyone asking questions—which, admittedly, was most things.

Before you, Jessi, and Kyle left the restaurant, Dae-hyun had stopped you with two takeaway bags. One was free food for the three of you, because apparently feeding Yuri's friends had become routine. The other was for Yuri. She'd messaged him earlier asking him to bring something home after work, but the restaurant was busy, so he'd asked you to drop it off since you were already heading that way.

Jessi and Kyle spent most of the walk talking about absolutely nothing important. Some argument Jessi had seen outside a convenience store somehow became Kyle insisting he could win a fight against a guy twice his size, which became Jessi explaining, in detail, exactly how quickly he'd get his ass kicked.

Then Kyle suddenly went quiet.

He'd been scrolling through his FYP while Jessi talked when his thumb stopped.

A second later, he nudged closer and held his phone toward you with that unmistakably stupid look on his face.

Kyle: “Bro. Look.”

The video filling his screen showed almost nothing above the waist.

Just a woman's lower half beneath dim, warm lighting. A short black skirt rested high over pale thighs, with dark thigh-high stockings pulled far enough up to leave only a strip of skin exposed.

And those thighs were thick.

Kyle: “Aren't her thighs fucking hot?”

Jessi glanced over, immediately unimpressed.

Jessi: “You're disgusting.”

Kyle: “I'm appreciating biology.”

Jessi: “You're staring at some random girl's thighs in public.”

Kyle ignored her and tapped into the account.

The page seemed built around ASMR. No face. No real name. Mostly cropped videos focused around her lap, stockings, hands, and whatever mommy gimmick the account was running.

Kyle flicked through a few thumbnails, still rambling about the original video.

But something in the enlarged image stood out.

A tattoo.

Most of it disappeared beneath the thigh-high, but a thin piece of blackwork curled around the exposed skin. Thorn-like lines, part of something floral.

Yuri had gotten something suspiciously similar on her thigh only a few weeks ago.

Kyle didn't notice.

Jessi definitely didn't.

Before either of them could look closely enough, Kyle tapped the video again.

The audio came on.

A woman's voice slipped through the phone.

Low. Smooth. Sweetened until every word sounded deliberately soft.

??? — Recording: “Mhm... that's better. Just relax for me, okay? Mommy's right here.”

Kyle grinned like an idiot.

Jessi rolled her eyes.

Neither reacted to the voice itself.

But you'd heard it before.

A few days ago, Jessi had asked Yuri whether she could actually do a mommy voice. Apparently Yuri had mentioned using one on some guy before, which naturally meant Jessi wasn't going to let the subject die.

Yuri had barely looked interested.

Yuri: “Ye—”

She'd stopped herself, cleared her throat, and sat up slightly.

Then her voice changed completely.

Lower. Softer. Smooth enough that it barely sounded like Yuri anymore.

Yuri: “Aww... what's wrong? C'mere. Mommy'll take care of you.”

There hadn't even been enough time for anyone to react.

Her expression had immediately flattened.

Yuri: “Say one fucking word and I'll skin all of you alive.”

Kyle had stared at her.

Kyle: “Yes, ma'am.”

She'd nearly thrown something at him.

And now that exact voice was coming from his phone.

Kyle kept scrolling, completely unaware.

Jessi hadn't caught it either.

Maybe it would've been easier to dismiss without the tattoo.

Or the pale skin.

Or the build.

But Kyle was already locking his phone again as Yuri's neighborhood came into view.

Not long after, Jessi grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward another street.

Kyle: “What the fuck?”

Jessi: “You're coming with me.”

Kyle: “Why?”

Jessi: “Because I need you for something.”

That was apparently enough explanation for Kyle, because he stopped resisting almost immediately.

Jessi glanced back.

Jessi: “Tell Yuri I said hi.”

Kyle: “Yeah, and tell her I—”

Jessi yanked him harder.

Jessi: “C'mon idiot.”

They disappeared down the street arguing about something else entirely, leaving you with Yuri's food and the rest of the walk to her place.

Jae answered after the second knock.

He looked like he'd been sick for a while—messy hair, slightly red nose, old shirt and sweatpants—but otherwise seemed fine. His eyes dropped toward the takeaway bag before he stepped aside.

Jae: “Dad sent you?”

He rubbed beneath his nose.

Jae: “Yuri's in her room. Down the hall.”

A sneeze caught him almost immediately after.

Jae: “...Fuck.”

He muttered something about going back upstairs before Yuri blamed him for getting her sick, then disappeared toward the second floor.

The hallway was quiet.

At least until you got closer to Yuri's room.

Her door sat slightly open.

That alone was unusual.

Then the voice came through.

Not Yuri's normal voice.

That voice.

Yuri — behind the door: “Aww... thank you, xKittieX.”

A short pause.

Something clicked softly inside the room.

Then Yuri read the donation aloud.

Yuri: “‘Sit on my face, Mommy.’”

Silence.

Then a quiet laugh.

Not her usual sarcastic little snort, either. This one was softer. Played up. Almost unfairly sweet.

Yuri: “God... you're all needy tonight, aren't you~?”

Pat... pat... pat.

Soft, rhythmic cupping sounds followed from somewhere inside.

Her voice lowered again.

Yuri: “Maybe if you're good.”

Another quiet laugh.

The food from her father was still in your hand.

Her bedroom door was slightly open.

And unlike Kyle and Jessi—

It was hard not to put two and two together.

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The punishment had sounded funny when Yuri agreed to it.

Mostly because, at the time, she’d been completely convinced she wasn’t going to lose.

Her latest livestream had been another Elden Ring playthrough, and somewhere between insulting the boss, insulting the developers, and confidently telling chat she could beat it without healing, Yuri had made the mistake of letting her viewers choose a punishment if she died.

She died.

Twice.

Apparently the winning suggestion was that, for her next ASMR stream, Yuri had to do her usual thigh-cupping session with an actual subscriber instead of the pillows and microphone setup she normally used.

Yuri had immediately found several problems with that.

She wasn’t giving some random person from the internet her address. She wasn’t letting some stranger into her bedroom. And she definitely wasn’t putting some unknown creep between her thighs just because chat thought it would be funny.

So she needed someone she trusted.

Which was how, after an amount of convincing Yuri would later insist wasn’t technically begging, you ended up sitting against the side of her bed.

A black mask covered the lower half of your face, while a blindfold kept anything identifying out of the equation. Yuri had been very particular about that part. Nobody was seeing your face, nobody was figuring out who you were, and absolutely nothing in the room could give either of you away.

The earplugs had been part of the plan too.

They were still sitting on the small table beside the equipment.

Neither of you had noticed.

Yuri moved around the room behind you, setting everything up with considerably more nervous energy than she’d ever admit to. A microphone stand shifted across the carpet. Something clicked against her desk. Her chair scraped lightly before she muttered a curse under her breath and adjusted the camera again.

Finally—

Click.

The bedroom door locked.

Her footsteps approached.

The mattress dipped slightly beside you.

Then Yuri leaned down close enough that her breath brushed against your ear.

For some reason, it felt threatening before she even said anything.

Yuri: “Just so we’re clear...”

Her voice was completely normal. Flat, low, unmistakably Yuri.

Yuri: “If you embarrass me during this, I’m killing you.”

A short pause.

Yuri: “Body in a lake. Missing-person poster. Whole thing.”

Then she pulled away like she’d said absolutely nothing unusual.

As far as Yuri knew, the earplugs were already in.

That was the entire reason she’d been comfortable saying it directly into your ear.

She adjusted the camera one last time, keeping the frame low enough that nothing above her waist would be visible. The setup showed only her skirt, thigh-high stockings, her tattooed legs, and tonight’s anonymous guest.

Yuri stared at the preview.

Her cheeks were already beginning to warm.

["Jesus fucking Christ."]

She’d somehow talked herself into this.

No—worse.

She’d talked you into this.

Yuri sat down properly behind you and shifted until she was comfortable. A moment later, the soft weight of her thighs pressed around either side of your head.

They gave slightly as she settled into place.

Warm.

Soft.

Much closer than either of you normally had any reason to be.

Yuri looked down.

Immediately looked away again.

["Do not make this weird."]

Her hands came down against her thighs.

Pat... pat.

She tested the sound.

Pat... pat... pat.

The microphone caught the soft cupping perfectly.

Yuri checked the stream preview one last time, inhaled slowly through her nose—

Then pressed Go Live.

The viewer count climbed almost immediately.

Messages began flying past.

NO WAY

SHE ACTUALLY DID IT

WHO IS THAT???

IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME

Yuri’s expression tightened for half a second.

["You people need help."]

Then she straightened.

Her entire voice changed.

That familiar deeper register softened into something smooth, warm and almost ridiculously sweet—the exact voice she’d demonstrated to the group before, except now there was no joke afterward.

Yuri: “Hiii, babies~.”

Chat exploded.

Her fingers tapped softly against her thighs.

Pat... pat.

Yuri: “Mommy’s back.”

["Oh my God."]

Yuri kept smiling toward the camera despite the heat steadily creeping across her face.

She’d done this voice hundreds of times.

Normally alone.

Normally with nobody she actually knew sitting between her legs.

But you couldn’t hear her.

At least, that was what she thought.

That made this manageable.

Barely.

Yuri: “I know you’ve all been waiting very patiently for tonight...”

Her hands gently cupped the outside of her thighs, creating another soft series of muted sounds against the microphone.

Yuri: “Especially after Mommy’s little mistake during yesterday’s playthrough.”

Her eye twitched.

["That boss was fucking bullshit."]

The smile remained perfect.

Yuri: “And I did promise you something special if I lost, didn’t I~?”

Donations started appearing almost immediately.

xKittieX donated $100: MOMMY WHO IS THAT

LUCKIEST SUBSCRIBER ALIVE

CAN I TRADE PLACES WITH EM

PLEASE TELL ME THAT’S ACTUALLY A FAN

Yuri gave a soft laugh.

Nothing like her usual snort.

It was slow, breathy, completely in character.

Yuri: “Aww... look at you all getting jealous already.”

Her thighs shifted slightly around your head as she settled more comfortably.

Yuri: “Don’t worry.”

Pat... pat... pat.

Yuri: “Mommy found this poor little subscriber wandering around outside.”

Another quiet laugh.

Yuri: “They looked so lost... I just had to bring them home.”

The chat somehow got worse.

Yuri read several messages and immediately regretted having eyes.

["Why are they like this?"]

Her palms slid back over her thighs before gently cupping them again.

Yuri: “God... you’re all needy tonight, aren’t you~?”

More donations.

More people complaining that it should’ve been them.

Yuri’s smile became a little more amused despite herself.

Yuri: “You’ll each get your turn.”

She paused.

Her gaze lowered toward you.

For a brief second, the entire confident mommy persona nearly collapsed.

There you were.

Blindfolded.

Masked.

Sitting between her thighs because she’d somehow convinced you this was a normal favor to ask from a friend.

["What the fuck am I doing?"]

Her face burned hotter.

But the stream was live.

So Yuri took a breath and slipped effortlessly back into character.

Her thighs pressed softly around your head again as she resumed the slow tapping.

Yuri: “For now...”

Her voice dropped into that impossibly sweet tone again.

Yuri: “...it’s my guest’s turn~.”

The chat flooded instantly.

Yuri kept performing, completely unaware that the earplugs she thought were safely blocking everything out were still sitting untouched on the table.

Which meant you could hear all of it.

Every pet name.

Every soft laugh.

Every sugary little Mommy.

And, perhaps most importantly—

The extremely detailed threat about disposing of your body in a lake that she’d whispered directly into your ear before the stream even started.

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