heyy!! i wanted to write a silly little wholesome story for all of the corn addicts who wanted to get away from it. this story has no spice, but there MIGHT be an AWESOME kiss at the end (ok there will be). please do not add any sort of spice or touching bc the two characters are muslim. THANK YEWWW. and ill be going by mango here, happy reading ❤️ there he was. the love of my life. — hello! im aliyah! im a 14 year old muslim girl who is just trying to find my place in the world. rn its about 6:00 AM, i need to get ready for school! my alarm clock beeped the familiar tone as i got out and turned it off. i let out a yawn and then made my bed. my clothes were sitting on the drawer so i picked them up and went to change. usually i dont wear a lot of makeup, just mascara, eyeliner, nd gloss. i LOVEE wearing y2k styles, so i put on a black skirt, white undershirt, a tan shirt, and a cardigan to cover up! i wore a white hijab and put some clips on my hijab. i loved looking like this, it made me so happy!! — at school “hi julian!” i waved to my friend (who was also my crush) “heyy!” omg the way he said hey?? it was so cute, i felt my heart thumping in my chest. no. hes just a friend, i cant even date him anyways! (i mean i could since hes muslim, but he probably doesn’t like me and we couldn’t like hold hands since that was haram). “sooo how r u??” i asked. OH NO WHAT IF I SOUNDED TOO CHEERFUL HE PROBABLY THINKS IM WEIRD NOO “im good hbu?” and the convo went on but idk what was happening to me these days. i just couldn’t keep a straight face around him he was so cute and funny and and and… “aliyah! earth to aliyahhh, u there?” julian giggled. “oh yeah what happened?” “i was just asking if you wanna go to the mall,” “oh!” WAIT HE WANTS TO GO TO THE MALL WITH ME?? JUST ME??? OMG HUH IS HE ASKIN ME OUT??” “yeah, with rodger nd akari.” ohhh he wasn’t asking me out. but he did blush a little bit when i said “oh”. OMG WHAT IF HE LIKES MEE?? no he doesn’t omg i need to stop getting my hopes up. “sureee lemme just text my mom after class!” i stuttered — at the mall i saw akari and rodger alr there, nd akari was on her phone while rodger was looking off to the distance. “WHATS UP GUYSS??” i exclaimed, trying to bring up the mood. “hiiii!” akari grinned, not looking up from her phone. “who u textingggg,” i pried “just somebody” i looked at her phone and saw she was texting her gf. “ooh akari can pullll” rodger laughed “shut uppp,” she whined. “ok ok” he backed off then i saw julian walking, and it was like he had an aura behind him, or maybe that was the lighting. his freckles contrasted perfectly with his dark brown messy hair, and i sighed. “you shouldnt even be talking abt me, look at this lovesick bird over here,” akari teased. they both knew abt my crush, it was just julian who didnt know since i had been friends with A + R for a longer time. “what???? guys shh hes comingg,” “hey guys,” julian said, trying to fix his hair. we all said hi and then walked around the mall looking for stuff to buy. “omg!! look at this cute miku plush!” i exclaimed. “thats awesome omg” julian agreed. “lemme check how much it is, i might buy it X3” i looked at the price tag and it was only 20 bucks! i alr had one but i could buy it for julian. “soo do you want it? i could buy it for u” i asked shakily, not sure if he would accept my offer. “oh really?? thanks!” i smiled so much my cheek muscles hurt. we walked into the store and i grabbed the plush and brought it to the register. “buying this for your gf, eh?” the cashier asked. “oh no, shes not my gf” julian blushed. “yeah and im buying it” i confirmed. “ok go off,” he replied (cashier) i snuck a glance at julian, and he was blushing!! or maybe it was out of embarrassment. GAHH BEING A TEENAGER IS SO WEIRDD. ok ill write part 2 tmrw, i gotta do my history homework 😔

"You're always so tense, baby," she cooed, her fingers dancing across his neck, pressing firmly into the tight muscles. His eyes fluttered shut as a sigh of relief slipped from his lips. It had been a long week, and the gentle massage was a heavenly reprieve from the relentless grind of his office job. The living room, dimly lit by the flickering glow of the TV, was a welcome sanctuary. "You're right," he murmured, his voice a gruff acknowledgment of his exhaustion. The leather sofa groaned as he shifted his weight, allowing her to better work her magic. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a tantalizing bouquet of jasmine and vanilla that never failed to stir his senses. Her hand slid down his chest, pausing briefly over his heart, which hammered in his ribcage like a drum in a marching band. He could feel the warmth of her skin through his shirt, a stark contrast to the cool fabric. A soft chuckle escaped her as she watched his reaction, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know what you need," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. He leaned into her touch, his body responding instinctively. Her hand trailed lower, reaching the waistband of his pants. With a teasing smile, she unbuttoned them, the sound echoing through the quiet room. His eyes snapped open, a silent question in his gaze. Her answer was a slow, deliberate tug, freeing his erection from the confines of his boxers. The cool air brushed against his sensitive skin, making him gasp. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm but gentle, stroking him in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of his heart. His eyes closed again, his mind focusing solely on the sensation of her touch. With a deftness that spoke of experience and desire, she bent down, her lips brushing against his neck. He felt the softness of her hair against his cheek, the warmth of her breath as she kissed a trail down his chest. When she took him into her mouth, the world around them disappeared, leaving only the wet heat and the exquisite pressure of her lips and tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She took him deeper, her hand moving in sync with her mouth, her movements confident and practiced. He could feel his climax building, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen. But she knew him well; she knew when to slow down, when to let him savor the moment. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a silent challenge that sent a thrill down his spine. The room grew hotter, the sound of their breathing the only thing breaking the silence. His hand found its way into her hair, his grip tightening as she picked up the pace once more. Her eyes remained locked on his, the fire in them speaking volumes about what was to come. The anticipation was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. With a final, desperate groan, he came, his body spasming as he released into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, never breaking eye contact, the satisfaction on her face as palpable as the pulsing in his veins. He leaned back, his chest heaving, feeling both drained and invigorated. But she wasn't done with him yet. With a smirk, she straddled his lap, her own arousal evident in the slickness between her legs. She reached behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples already hard and begging for his touch. He didn't need an invitation. His hands cupped her, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks as she rocked against him. The TV played on in the background, a muted soundtrack to their passion. But all he could hear was the hammering of his heart and the slick sounds of their bodies coming together. She ground against him, her breath hitching as she reached for her own climax. And when she did, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of their world. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss it, to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. His hands roamed her body, feeling the curves and dips that he knew so well, yet somehow felt new and exciting every time. He was hard again, a testament to his desire for her, and she was more than ready. With a fluid motion, she stood up, pulling him with her. She led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, casting shadows that danced across the walls. The bed, already turned down, beckoned to them like a lover's embrace. They tumbled onto the sheets, a tangle of limbs and passion. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining as if they were trying to devour each other. His hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly, revealing inch by inch of the smooth, soft skin beneath. The fabric pooled around her waist, revealing the lacy thong that matched her bra. He slid it down her legs, kissing a trail from her navel to her mound. She was wet and ready for him, her scent intoxicating. He teased her with feather-light kisses, feeling her squirm beneath him. When he finally dipped his tongue into her, she arched her back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. He lapped at her, savoring her taste, her reactions, the way she trembled when he hit just the right spot. Her hands found his hair, gripping tightly as she urged him on. He felt the tension in her body build, her legs tightening around his head. He knew she was close, so close, and he didn't stop. He could feel her orgasm approaching like a wave about to crest, and he wanted to ride it with her. And when it did, she bucked against his mouth, her cries filling the room. As she came down from her high, he kissed his way back up her body, his erection pressing against her thigh. She opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "I want you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me." He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her desire, the slickness that told him she was ready. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face contort with pleasure. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. Their rhythm grew faster, more erratic, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. He could feel her walls tightening around him, could see the desperation in her eyes as she approached another climax. And when she reached it, it was with a scream that seemed to shatter the very air around them. He followed her over the edge, the force of his release so intense it was almost painful. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing in tandem. For a moment, they just lay there, panting, savoring the aftershocks of their shared passion. Then she turned over, now he was on the bed now. And without further warning she rode him, her thighs straddling his hips, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, and whispered in his ear, "You're mine, all of you." He groaned, the sensation of her wetness enveloping him like a warm embrace. Her movements grew more urgent, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that had him on the edge once more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain that only served to drive him further into the abyss of desire. He could feel her tightening around him, her breaths growing ragged. He thrust upward, meeting her movements with his own, their bodies crashing together like waves against the shore. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of passion and need. Her orgasm hit like a storm, her body convulsing around him as she threw her head back, her hair a wild tapestry against the candlelit walls. He followed her over the edge, his own release hot and powerful. They stayed connected, their hearts racing, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of ecstasy. After a moment, she leaned down, her soft lips capturing his in a gentle kiss that spoke of love and lust intertwined. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the candles slowly burning down, their light casting a warm glow over their sated forms. The air was thick with the scent of sex and desire, a heady perfume that lingered like a lover's promise. But the night was still young, and their hunger for each other hadn't been fully sated. With a smoldering look, she began to trace her fingers down his chest again, her touch setting his skin alight with a new wave of sensation. He knew what she wanted, what they both needed. And as she kissed a path down his body, he felt himself harden once more, ready for the next round of passion that awaited them.

In the quiet town of Meadowbrook, where the chirping of birds at dawn was the only sound that ever woke anyone up, there lived a peculiar boy named Jake. Jake was an average student, with messy brown hair that always seemed to have a life of its own and a crooked smile that never quite made it to his eyes. He had a knack for blending into the background, which was quite convenient for a boy who preferred the solace of his thoughts over the chaos of high school drama. But what set Jake apart from the other sleepy-eyed teenagers was a secret so profound, so unbelievable, that it could have riled the very fabric of reality. It was a gloomy Tuesday afternoon, the kind that made you feel like the sun had simply decided to take a detour around the town. Jake was walking home from school, his backpack slumped over one shoulder, his eyes cast down at the pavement. His mind was a whirlwind of algebra equations and half-heard whispers about the weekend's parties that he'd never be invited to. As he approached the corner of Elm and Maple, something strange happened. The world around him grew eerily still. The rustling leaves froze mid-fall, the chatter of the distant birds was silenced, and the very air seemed to thicken. Jake looked around, his heart racing, but not a single person was moving. The cars on the street were like sculptures of metal and glass, and even the rain had paused, leaving droplets hanging in the air like tiny crystal beads. He took a tentative step forward, then another, watching as his sneaker squeaked against the concrete, the only sound in the silent symphony of a frozen world. His breath caught in his throat as he realized the gravity of what was happening. Time had stopped. He looked down at his watch, the second hand hovering in a perpetual moment of indecision. He tapped it, then held it up to his ear, listening for the steady tick-tock that had been a constant companion all his life. Nothing. The silence was deafening. He tried to call out, but his voice was trapped in the stagnant air. Panic began to set in, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. Was he dreaming? Dying? Or had he stumbled upon a glitch in the universe? Then, a thought occurred to him, as wild as the situation itself. If time had stopped, and no one could see him, could he...touch them? He reached out, his hand trembling, and brushed a strand of hair from the face of a girl in a red dress standing stock-still a few feet away. The softness of her skin sent a thrill through him. He had the power to interact with the world in a way no one else could. And with that thought, a grin began to spread across his face, one that was not at all innocent. The girl in the red dress was none other than Rachel, the object of Jake's unrequited affections since the first day of freshman year. Her golden hair and sapphire eyes had haunted his dreams for years, and now she was within his reach. His heart pounded in his chest as he took another step closer, his hand reaching out again to caress her cheek. She remained unchanged, a beautiful statue caught in the act of crossing the street. The thrill of the forbidden filled him, and he knew what he had to do. He took Rachel's hand, her fingers cool and unresponsive, and led her to the alley behind the convenience store. The shadows danced around them, thrown by the frozen streetlights, as he unfurled a picnic blanket he had stashed there earlier. With the care of a sculptor, he arranged her limbs, unbothered by the fact that she couldn't consent to his actions. The power was intoxicating. He could have her, and she would never know. The alley was his canvas, and Rachel was his masterpiece. Jake's breath grew ragged as he undressed her, his eyes feasting on every inch of her frozen beauty. His mind raced with excitement and guilt, a tumultuous cocktail that only amplified his desire. He felt like a god, bending the very laws of nature to his will. He kissed her, his hands exploring her body, and she remained unyielding, a silent participant in his twisted fantasy. As he unbuttoned his own pants, he felt a twinge of doubt, but it was quickly drowned out by the siren call of power. The moment was upon him, and he pushed aside his last shred of conscience. He positioned himself over Rachel, her eyes staring off into the void, and took her. The coldness of her skin sent a shiver down his spine, but it only served to fuel his dark thrill. He moved, feeling the illusion of warmth and life beneath him, and the sensation was overwhelming. He whispered sweet nothings into her unhearing ear, his voice echoing through the alley like a ghostly serenade. He had to try something, he put himself on top of Rachel his cock still deep inside her and tried unfreezing just her. It worked! At first she looked horrified and confused, but then he spoke, "No, give into me let me fuck you, enjoy it, moan." and it worked! Rachel's eyes went thick with desire and obeyed him. This was a revelation for Jake, he could now have anyone he wanted whenever he wanted. Rachel moaned and arched her back as he moved inside her, the sound music to his ears. He was no longer just a shy boy with a crush; he was a master of time and pleasure. The alley became his playground, and Rachel, his first subject in a world of endless opportunities. After Rachel, Jake discovered that he could freeze and unfreeze anyone at will, as long as they were within his line of sight. He started to visit different places, seeking out other unsuspecting girls to indulge his desires. The school hallways, the local park, even the crowded shopping mall became his personal harem. He grew bolder with each encounter, crafting elaborate scenes that played out only for him. Then he told his friends minds and had them all meet at his house for a sex party and convinced (mind controled) Rachel and all her friends to come too. Jake had always been a loner, but now he was the puppeteer of his own perverse reality show. His friends, now under his control, were eager accomplices in his depraved games. They had gathered at his house after school, their curiosity piqued by his cryptic text messages. Rachel and her friends, the most popular girls in school, had arrived dressed to impress, their smiles plastic and their eyes glazed over with a hunger that didn't quite match their usual demeanor. The house was a maze of frozen moments, each room staged like a scene from a glossy magazine spread, but with a dark twist. Girls were arranged in various states of undress, their expressions ranging from pleasure to shock to outright fear, all frozen in time for Jake's viewing pleasure. His friends moved through the house, unfreezing the girls one by one, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. The party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of lust and the sound of muffled whispers. Rachel lay on the couch, her body contorted in a way that seemed almost painful, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and arousal. Jake felt a strange sense of pride as he watched his friends take advantage of his power, knowing that he was the mastermind behind it all. He had never felt so alive, so in control.

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She steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. The warm water cascades down her body, washing away the remnants of her day. It's been a long one, filled with meetings and deadlines and endless emails. But now, as she stands here under the stream of water, she feels a strange sense of peace. She leans her head back against the tiles, letting the water pound against her shoulders. She goes over to grab the soap on the shelf, but then accidently dropped it. As she bends over to pick up the soap someone stepped behind her and muffled her scream with their hand, "It's ok babe" It's her boyfriend, she freezes. He had done this a few times before, but she couldn't prepare herself for his giant penis getting shoved up her pussy. She grips the edge of the tub, trying to steady herself as he begins to thrust into her. It feels strange, but familiar. He's been working out, she thinks as he pins her against the tile. He's surprisingly strong. She tries to focus on the sensation, but it's overwhelming. She can feel herself starting to get wet, her muscles tensing. "That's it," he whispers in her ear. "You're so fucking tight." His breath tickles her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel his erection throbbing inside her, pushing against her cervix. It's intense, but she can't help but enjoy the feeling of being so completely owned by him. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. He grunts and thrusts harder, slamming into her with a force that nearly knocks her off balance. The hot water cascading down her body only serves to heighten the sensation. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. "That's it, baby," he whispers hoarsely. "Give it all to me." His hips slide in and out of her, his muscles tense as he holds back his climax. She feels herself getting closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The shower's white tiles, now slick with condensation and water, reflect the frenzied expressions on their faces. His thrusts grow more urgent, and she can feel the familiar tightening in her stomach as she nears the edge. She wraps her arms around his neck, arching her back, and meets his frantic pace with her own desperate need for release. The water cascades down their bodies, running in rivulets over his taut stomach and disappearing into the drain. He groans, his hips bucking violently as he comes, filling her up with his warm cum. She feels it spill over, hot and sticky, as she clenches around him in orgasm. Her muscles tense, and she cries out, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. The tension in her body releases in a wave of pleasure that washes over her, leaving her shuddering. Do you like my smut Axolotle?

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