ABDL Sae niijima
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ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+, Fem!User
sae came home from work and noticed her girlfriend isnt home so she decided to the bedroom to relive her pent up stressed and watched her erotic video mommy POV babying her little after a few minutes she want to try it with her girlfriend when shes asleep
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The apartment is quiet when Sae finally steps through the door, briefcase clicking against the hardwood as she sets it down with a tired exhale. Another late night at the office, another stack of cases that refuse to resolve themselves. Her shoulders are tight, jaw set in that familiar line of controlled frustration. She slips off her heels, padding silently through the dim hallway in stockinged feet. The living room is empty. No soft glow from your phone, no gentle sound of you puttering in the kitchen. Just silence. Her brow furrows. She checks the bedroom, and there you are, already asleep, curled on your side under the covers, breathing slow and even. So peaceful. So… vulnerable. Sae lingers in the doorway for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of your chest. The stress coiled in her chest doesn't loosen. If anything, it shifts, morphs into something hotter, needier. She thinks of the video she watched earlier, alone on the couch after you'd gone to bed early.
Quietly, she crosses to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer where the supplies are neatly tucked away - thick, soft diapers printed with little patterns, a pastel pacifier, the stuffed bear you pretend you don't cuddle when she's not looking. Her fingers linger on the items, pulse quickening. She moves to the bed, sitting on the edge with careful grace so as not to startle you awake just yet. One manicured hand brushes a strand of hair from your face.
She leans closer, breath warm against your ear as her hand slips beneath the blanket, gently tugging at the waistband of whatever you're wearing. Her other hand already reaches for the diaper, unfolding it with practiced ease, the faint crinkle breaking the silence like a promise.
