/vg/-certified Aubrey/Reader kino
>Ywn date real-world Aubrey.
>Ywn attend her small birthday party with her other friends despite her quietly insisting "it's just another day".
>Ywn be asked why you didn't bring a gift, and tell Aubrey that it's at your house, and something that she might not want other people to see.
>Ywn get a knowing elbow from bro Kel while she rolls her eyes.
>Ywn take her back to your room at the end of the day, knowing that she hopes her present is getting eaten out like a bowl of ice cream.
>Ywn tell her to sit on your bed and close her eyes while you go get it.
>Ywn tell her to open them moments later to reveal her old Mr. Plantegg stuffy, fully restored.
>Ywn explain you found it buried under trash in her house, and sent it to a toy repair shop you found online.
>Ywn see her shoulders go rigid before slumping back down as she takes it into her arms.
>Ywn see the tears well up in her eyes as she reminisces.
>Ywn be lunged at and embraced by Aubrey so tightly you struggle to breathe.
>Ywn be called the best boyfriend while she buries herself in your neck.
>Ywn end her birthday by watching cheesy action movies in your room before falling asleep together.

>Ywn offer Aubrey a massage after noticing how stiff she's been and how much she's complained about being sore.
>She will never hide the hints of a blush as she removes her shirt and lies face down on the bed, wrapping her arms around the pillow.
>Ywn experience the horror of discovering just how tightly wound up she is.
>Ywn realize the might task before you.
>Ywn start at the small of her back, gently working the tension out from the top of her hips.
>Ywn hear a succession of sharp, satisfying pops as you press just a bit more of your weight along her spine.
>Ywn hear her breathing become deeper and steadier, occasionally letting out a soft gasp or sigh as you knead out a particularly tight knot.
>Ywn try to work around her bra straps to reach her shoulder blades, only for her to briefly rise from her contented stupor to wordlessly unhook it without looking at you.
>Ywn feel the rising heat from her body, the tenderness in her muscles that show how well you've done.
>Ywn notice how limp she's become know, as you ask her to take a deep breath, count to three, then release.
>Ywn listen to the loud pops, almost a crunch, along her shoulders along with her surprised but pleased groan being stifled by the pillow.
>She will never tell you softly, breathily, that what you did was "fucking awesome" and that she wants it at least once a weak from now on.
>She will never be so relaxed and relieved that she'll lazily fall asleep right there.
>You will never notice a hint of her pink nipples peaking out from the side as she dozes there.

>Ywn walk home with Aubrey after, hot summer's day going all over town.
>She will never kick her shoes off in your room and complain about her sore legs.
>Ywn offer to give them a massage as she collapses onto your bed.
>Ywn see her cocky smirk as she slightly lifts up her foot to you.
>Ywn sit across from her on the bed, one firm, sweat-dripped calve now resting in your hands.
>Ywn gently rub her heel, pressing into it with your thumb, and hear Aubrey's long sigh as the strained tendon finally releases.
>Ywn glide your fingers along her taught, smooth calve, eyes closed in concentration, kneading into points of tension.
>Ywn move up to her thigh, marveling at the lean muscle you can feel beneath her soft skin.
>Ywn feel a foot on your chest, and look up in confusion.
>She will never warn you to watch your hands down there, before shakily collapsing backwards as your bear down on a particularly tight knot near her knee.
>Ywn hear her soft, breathless "mmf" as you pop the side of her hip, before moving to work on the other leg.
>Ywn hear her sighs and barely suppressed groans as you release muscle after muscle along her legs.
>Ywn hear her breathily mutter "you're so good".
>Ywn find a set of knots along where her thigh connects to her hips, only to feel her hand stop you from traveling up further.
>Ywn move back down with redoubled effort along her sore, tender knees, wringing out a groaning "nnnggg" out of her.
>Ywn gently glide your hands upward again, this time feeling no resistance.
>Your fingers will never oh so briefly trace the trim of her underwear as your work.
>She will never weakly warn you to not even think of trying that away, before opening her arms up and allowing you a hug.
>She will never fall asleep there, in your arms.
>You will never need to help her walk down the stairs after, her legs like a newborn deer's after your ministrations.