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nisuna · 11 months ago

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Requesting Toji fucking a single mom. That’s it. Ily hope you’re doing good ❤️

Hi Helloooo (Ily toooo), finally some goofy bickering and mindless smut 🥳 enough serious talk for now

Hope you enjoy! (read part 2 here!!)

TW: Pure smut, a lot of bickering, just a one night stand, right? or is it.., oraf (f. receiving), overstimulation, protected sex, a lot of positions, brat taming in a way, manhandling, tit sucking, Toji x single mom!reader, this turned out longer than I expected, 2.5k words

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It was the first time you went out in months and you definitely weren't looking for a hook up. You just wanted to go out and have some fun, now that your kids were staying at their grandparents' for the weekend. So you definitely didn't expect to get hit on by the biggest man you've ever seen. His eyes were almost eating you alive. He even had his hand on your hip, while his thumb was gently swiping over the area. You were definitely enjoying yourself until he finally spoke up.

"First time here, doll?", he asked, full of confidence.

"Huh, doll?", you sounded confused. "Do people really use these nicknames nowadays?", you thought and felt your smile fade as you backed up a bit.

"What's wrong?", he felt his confidence crumble a bit. Usually, girls were eating the nickname right up. You definitely were a handful, but nothing he couldn't handle. Challenge accepted.

"Nothing really, I just haven't been flirted with in a long time and definitely not like that."

"I'll help you ease back into it, no problem.", surely, that had to convince you. However, you weren't playing along at all. You backed up even more.

He was starting to get impatient. Now he had to have you no matter what. "Why are you so difficult? I can show you a real good time. You'll be missin' out big time."

"You know what?", you approached him, "I'm not one of your dumb little girls that swoon at your every action you know", you answered while poking your finger right between his tits (were they bigger than yours?). You'd be lying if you said you weren't taken aback by his sheer mass, but you couldn't give in so easily.

"I know, I know, I haven't had a mature woman in a long time. Why don't you remind me what it's like?", he put his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his hard chest.

"You yap a lot, you know that."

"Why are you holdin' back so much? I know you want me just as bad, hm?", he took a long whiff against your neck. You had to have nerves of steel not to whimper on the spot. "Pleasee", he fucking pouted at you.

"Shit, fine. But not here.", you finally gave in and he shot you the biggest grin you've ever seen a grown man do while he pulled you to one of the bathrooms.

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"H-hold on. What are you, a horny teenager?", you panicked as soon as he picked you up and sat you down on one of the sinks.

"I might as well be. I'll do anything to get a taste of that delicious body of yours.", he stared you down and poked his tongue out. Shitty smooth talker.

As soon as he slottet himself between your legs, he began pulling at your dress. One of his hands went down between your legs and started rubbing at the already damp fabric while he licked a thick stripe up your neck.

"Shit", you tried to hold back your moans. He, however, showed no mercy as he began to suck on your neck, working down to your cleavage. As if to test the waters, he grabbed a handfull of your tit only to halt all movements.

"They're real, right?", he asked, almost too excited.

"Yeah, why? Did most of your other dolls have them done?", you fake mocked him before letting out a moan as he pulled his hand from between your legs and onto your chest.

"Yeah, not that I really care. Tits are tits. But yours definitely feel better than the last few I've had."

"Last few? How much does this man fuck?", you couldn't dwell on the thought for long though, because he was already pulling down your dress and latching his hungry mouth onto one of your nipples.

"Slow down ah- what if someone comes in?"

"Don't mind. They're probably too drunk to notice anyway." Thouché.

He was really taking his sweet time playing with your tits, but he must be getting restless as well, because he kept rubbing his hard cock against your, at this point, soaked panties.

"Are we gonna fuck, or are you just gonna dry hump me until you cum in your pants?"

"Better, I'll eat you out."

"Really? You don't seem like the type to just eat a girl out."

"Yeah, I usually just get my dick sucked. But I'm feelin' adventurous today because of you, mama."

"Mama, huh? I guess that's better than doll." You hummed and saw him get on his knees in front of you. Having such a huge man kneel between your legs definitely gave you an ego boost. So you were quick to put your legs over his shoulders and grab a handfull of his dark hair. He, however, didn't make a move and was just looking. Pulling on his hair and squishing his face between your thighs finally made him look up at you.

"Then you better get to work, I won't cum fron you just oogling me."

As soon as the words left your mouth, your panties were pulled to the side and your breath hitched as you felt his hot mouth on you.

"Just you wait", he mumbled between licks, "I told you, I'm gonna make it worth your while."

For having said that he doesn't do this often, he did have good technique. He mostly focused his tongue on your clit, alternating between flattening it and using just the tip. From time to time he even slipped a finger or two in to curl them exactly into your sweet spot. However, it was embarrassing how often he stopped just to breathe in your scent.

He even kept mumbling, "best pussy I ever had" between slurps. Your cheeks were getting hot and your hips started to move against his face. And with your teamwork it didn't take long for you to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your lewd moans as you came on his tongue. Even after you've calmed down he kept his mouth on you making your legs tremble and toes curl in overstimulation. You had to yank on his hair to finally get him off of you.

When you looked at him, his eyes were blown wide and his chin was glistening with your juices. You didn't look any better, your hair was a mess and your skin was shining with sweat.

After he got back up and pressed himself against you, he asked, "Round two at your place?" Not that you'd ever admit it, but he had you hooked. So, of course, you gave him a nod and he gave you a satisfied grin in return.

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As soon as both of you arrived home, he didn't waste any more time and clothes were flying off faster than you had anticipated.

He's never impatient with hookups. Afterall, they're usually the ones that beg him to finally fuck them. But you were far too composed, even squeezing in some snarky remarks here and there. He knew you'd be trouble after your first interaction at the club. You weren't easy and his ego told him that he had to have you no matter what. But he didn't expect you to stay so calm. You had him practically begging to finally get inside of you. Finally a worth opponent, huh? He didn't even argue when you told him he had to wear a condom.

When he finally had you where he had wanted you all night, naked and in bed, he smirked and ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth.

"I gotta be the biggest one you've ever had.", he boasted while rolling the condom on.

"Don't flatter yourself", you lied. Any virgin would be shaking in her boots at this sight. You haven't had any action in a long time, but you are definitely no virgin. Surely you could take it, right?

"I'll make sure you'll never forget my dick. You'll want to come back for more. Not that you can have it again, anyway. No offence, commitment just isn't my thing. One night stands is where I shine. So, don't catch feelings alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, you yap way too much. Just shut up and give it to me.", was the last thing you said before pulling him into the first kiss of the night.

He was a little taken aback by your sudden boldness. He's not a big kisser, but this feels quite nice. So it didn't take long for him to compose himself and slowly press into you.

You overestimated yourself a bit, as the first stretch felt like you were about to rip in half, especially once he bottomed out the first time. But mama didn't raise no quitter, so you took it like a champ and dug your nails into his back instead of whining about it. However, some tears did manage to make their way into your eyes and you fully expected a snarky comment to come your way, but to your surprise, he leaned down to kiss them away.

You could cut the tension with a knife as you both just looked at each other. To lighten the mood you playfully hit his chest and chuckled. "Wow, didn't know you could be such a gentleman. But enough now", you put your arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Fuck me till I pass out", you purred into his ear.

After that, he finally snapped out of his trance and went to pound town. The first few thrusts almost knocked the wind out of your lungs, but once you got used to them, you felt extra daring.

"That all you got?", you challenged.

He didn't react at first, but he was determined to shut you up. He looked strong, but you were still taken aback when he pulled you up with him as he knelt down on the bed. One arm was behind him supporting his weight and the other was grabbing a handfull of your ass. He smirked at your shocked expression and you couldn't contain your voice when he started to pound into you from below.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down, pressing your lips against his. You were trying your hardest to muffle the embarassing moans that just kept spilling out of your mouth at his every move. He felt his ego rejuvenate at your obedience, which is why he started to kiss you back with much more enthusiasm than before.

"Feels good, right? Nobody's ever fucked you this good, huh?", he mumbled against your lips. You frantically shook your head, going right back to kissing him. It felt overwhealming at first, but you found your composure soon enough. He was trying his hardest to tame you, increasing his speed and spanking your ass between thrusts. But even that didn't shut you up so he finally snapped.

"You've been running that mouth of yours the whole night. Don't you think it's about time you finally shut up and take it. Just lay there and look pretty."

You cracked a smile and whispered, "make me."

Now he's had it with you. Before you could react, he pulled out of you and turned you on your tummy.

And before you could make another snarky remark, he pushed back into you and pulled your back flush against his chest. He's holding you up with one arm while sticking his thick fingers in your mouth. You felt drool drip out of your mouth and your eyes roll back at the new angle.

For the first time tonight, you were truly speechless and his ego grew incredibly more as he started to pound into you.

"Good girl, fucking finally."

You instinctively started sucking on his fingers at the praise. Is this what they call brat taming? It's actually quite nice being manhandled like that.

After a while he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and went straight between your legs. You let out the most obscene mewl, throwing your head back on his shoulder as soon as his fingers started to rub tight circles in your throbbing clit.

"Cumming on my cock will feel much better. I can promise you that."

And god, he didn't lie because the orgasm in the bathroom doesn't compare to what you're feeling right now. He had your back arching in his tight hold and you felt yourself go limp as he just used you. It didn't take long for him to reach his limit as well and he came with a low groan and bite to your shoulder.

He barely caught you after he let go and you almost fell face first on your bed from exhaustion. This fuck has definitely been worth your while.

You two didn't speak much after that as you went to clean up in the bathroom. This was it, right? It's kind of a shame that you were never going to see him again. It was nice having some company, but oh well.

"See yourself out once you've finished alright?", was the last thing you said before lying down.

"Sure."

Usually, that would be it, right? That's his thing, just a quick fuck and then dip. But oddly enough today, that just didn't feel right. It's been a long time since a woman made him sweat so much. Girls in their early twenties truly didn't compare to you. So when he saw you just laying there so peacefully he felt an urge to stay longer.

"I'll just leave as soon as I wake up. One night won't hurt."

You were already fast asleep when he snuggled up to your side. So much for not catching feelings, huh?

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When you woke up, it was with his heavy arm draped over your waist. You rubbed your eyes and tried to sit up, but no chance with the tight grip he had on you. So you opted for shaking him.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you said you only do one night stands.", you questioned. With a groan he finally gave you room to turn around and face him.

"Answer me now.", you poked and pulled on his cheek.

"Just leave me be. Your bed's way comfier than mine and it smells nice, too." In his sleep drunken state, he nuzzled his face against yours. He was nothing like the man you got to know yesterday. He was kind of cute, actually. So you just sighed and didn't resist his hugs.

"Want to stay till breakfast?" Nod. You didn't expect this outcome, but oddly enough, it wasn't an unwelcome one. You missed sharing a bed with someone anyway, so where's the harm in trying it out with him. You're gonna enjoy this for as long as it lasts. Who knows what'll happen.

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badasbebi · 1 year ago

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not my fault ➛ 1/2

part two

✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader

✦ summary: discovering that a cute girl you saw at your college orientation is your roommate, you become eager to get to know her. however, things quickly go awry when she turns out to be much more difficult to get along with than you could've imagined and abruptly leaves you in the dust. fueled by your terrible experiences with her and rumors about her dating habits, you swear to stay away from her at all costs. will you be able to keep your promise?

✦ genre/au: fluff, my poor attempt at a rom-com, college!au, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, (very slight) roommates to lovers

✦ word count: 11k (im so embarrassed)

✦ warnings: isn't proofread bc this is toooo long. unrealistic portrayal of room-switching in college bc it's never that easy or quick irl. smut in part 2

✦ a/n: part 2 is already finished & will be posted very very soon. so, this is my first time writing a fanfic in like...years. this feels very strange, but i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope someone out there has a lot of fun reading it! also, although this fic doesn't really have anything to do with the lyrics, this song was somewhat inspired by not my fault by renee rapp and megan thee stallion. <3.

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It was the first day of orientation at Seoul University, and you were utterly bored.

You were sitting on a bench outside of the campus auditorium, people-watching as you waited for the opening ceremony to start. It was a hot day with the sun beating down on everyone, prompting an array of glistening foreheads and crinkling water bottles. There was a line of cars in front of you, people getting out with eager smiles and a mischievous glint in their eyes as they stepped onto the concrete, admiring what would be their home for the next four or more years. Your ears were filled with the excited chatter of hundreds of people meeting new friends and catching up with old ones.

You sat there, the sun warming your skin, looking for something or someone interesting while you waited for orientation to begin.

You watched as a pairing, presumably mother and daughter, pulled up in a sleek car. They got out, and the mother began taking pictures of the daughter. The daughter looked around the campus with a wide grin on her face.

You looked away, taking a sip from your hydroflask. A boy wearing a shirt with your school's mascot. Boring. A congregation of girls who were so obviously here for sorority life, you almost laughed.

A tall, dark-haired woman, with blue highlights, bangs, and thick, black-rimmed glasses, surrounded by a group of people.

You raised an eyebrow. That was interesting.

There were people crowded around her. Guys. Girls. Some, you presumed, were family. They all seemed to have their eyes on her.

You wondered why. As she talked, you studied her.

Her lips were moving, her facial expressions soft and open. Her voice was quiet, though, and you couldn't hear her words. She was pretty, extremely pretty, with luscious lips and a full nose. You liked her eyes the best. They were dark brown, but when the light caught them, they shined.

She had a smile on her face, her head tilted, her hair cascading over her shoulders. It looked like a scene from a movie, her standing there, the wind blowing through her hair, the sun shining on her features.

She was laughing now, at something one of the guys had said. It was nice to watch. It made you feel warm. You smiled.

And then the girl looked at you.

You looked away, trying to pretend like you were not staring. But after a few moments, you stole a glance back. Her eyes were on you, her brow furrowed, a look of confusion on her face.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed. You looked down, staring at your nails.

“Holy shit it’s hot out here. If I pass out, I’m suing the school for child endangerment, because it is absolutely insane that we're still out here. Take your stupid water”

You looked up. Your friend, Lusher, was standing there, her hair frizzy, her makeup done, outstretching her hand to offer you the water bottle you told her to fetch, and dramatically holding her other hand to her forehead.

You laughed, grabbing the water bottle. “Thanks, but I don’t think you can sue them for child endangerment if you’re not a minor, Lush.”

“I may not be a minor, but there are definitely some here. I’m just advocating for them! We need to make sure that children have a voice.”

You laughed, uncapping the bottle and taking a drink.

Lusher plopped down next to you. She looked around, scanning the place as you did. The attractive girl you were previously admiring was still standing there, laughing and chatting with others, people flocking to her like a moth to a flame. So, you did the only logical thing that a woman would do in your position—gossip to your friend about it. You tapped your friend on your shoulder repeatedly. She looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

You nod your head in the direction of the girl, and Lusher’s eyes follow. You could practically see her mind whirring.

"Well, hello there. Who is that?" Lusher said, wiggling her eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.

"I don't know!" you said, throwing your arms out. "That's what I was gonna ask you."

"Not you already having a crush. It's not even our first day, yet, y/n," Lusher teased.

"Oh shut up," you groaned.

Lusher squinted. "She does look a little familiar."

You shifted toward her, excited. "Really? How?"

"I think I saw her around when I was touring campus or something. Or Instagram? I'm not sure."

You nodded, watching as the girl said something, and the group around her laughed. Lusher glanced at you, observing your staring, and snickered.

"What are you even doing you stalker? Go talk to her!" She insisted, nudging your shoulder.

"What!? No. No. Absolutely not. Not happening," you exclaimed, shaking your head.

"Why not?" Lusher whines.

"Because there are 5,000 people surrounding her, Lush," you said vaguely pointing at the group of people around her. "I'm not about to compete with that. No, thank you. I'll pass."

"Y/N," she groaned.

"Lusher," you replied, mocking her tone.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. You laughed.

"You're ridiculous," Lusher said.

"Thank you," you responded, a satisfied grin on your face.

You took a final sip of your water and then closed the cap. "Come on. It's almost time to go in."

You grabbed your friend's arm, pulling her up. She grumbled, and you chuckled, walking her toward the auditorium. As you walked away, you felt the gaze of a pair of shiny eyes following you.

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Your mother groans, dropping the last box into the tiny bedroom. "That's the last one. My back is officially fucked."

"Mom, please stop swearing," you say, cringing.

"You swear all the time," she retorts.

"And where do I get that from?" you shoot back.

"You're my child. I can swear in front of you," she responds, ignoring your comment.

"Uh, no. You can't. You're old," you say, picking up one of the boxes and ripping the tape off.

"I prefer the term 'mature'," your mother corrects.

"What about 'ancient?'" you ask, faking seriousness.

She rolls her eyes, grabbing one of your shirts and throwing it at you. You giggle, ducking to the side and letting it fall on the floor. She laughs, and you laugh too, and then you're both giggling uncontrollably. When you're laughing fit is over, you begin taking things out of another box.

The two of you spend the next few hours unpacking and organizing. You are not surprised when your mother decides that she likes her decorating ideas better, and rearranges everything. Finally, the two of you finish, and you step back, admiring the room. Your mom puts her arm around your shoulder.

"I think it looks good. What about you?"

You nod, smiling. "It does."

She sighs, leaning into you, and you wrap your arm around her waist.

"Are you hungry?" she asks, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah. Starving."

"Good. Because I have some-"

The sound of your door opening cuts her off. You both turn around, and your heart leaps in your throat. Standing in the doorway is the pretty girl from the first day of orientation, wearing cargo pants and a hoodie.

You're too stunned to speak. She's staring at you, and you're staring back. Neither of you says a word.

After what feels like a long time, your mother speaks, her voice filled with curiosity. "Hello? Can we help you?"

The girl's eyes snap to your mother, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"Oh. Uh...hi. I'm sorry. I'm Bada. Your new roommate," the girl, Bada, says, her voice soft and smooth.

"Oh, yes. You are," your mom responds, a wide grin on her face. She extends her arm. "Hi, Bada. I'm Y/N's mom. Nice to meet you."

Bada's eyes widen, and she gives you an almost nervous smile, her gaze flickering between you and your mom. She reaches her hand out and takes your mother's. "Nice to meet you, too, ma'am."

Your mother laughs. "No need to call me ma'am, dear. Please, call me by my name. And please, come in."

Bada hesitates, her gaze shifting to you, as if she's asking for permission. You smile softly, nodding your head, and she returns the gesture, entering the room.

"So, you're Y/N's new roommate. Tell me about yourself," your mother prompts, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

Bada's eyes flick back to you, her smile turning awkward. "Um, well, I'm from Incheon, and I'm a freshman. I'm majoring in dance," Bada says, her words sounding rehearsed.

Your mother nods. "Cool. Dance, huh? Do you perform?"

"Oh, um, yeah," Bada shuffles her feet a bit. "Sometimes. I was on the dance team back at my high school."

"Very cool. How's move-in day so far?"

"Good. Yours?"

"Great," your mother responds.

Bada's gaze turns back to you, and you shift, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Your mother seems not to notice, or she does not care.

"Are you here with your parents?" your mother asks.

"Uh, no. Just my mom and sister," Bada responds.

"I see. Where are they?"

"Getting dinner," Bada replies, her voice still soft.

"Ah," your mother says. She glances between the two of you, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you two to get to know each other. It was nice meeting you, Bada."

"You too, Mrs. Y/L/N."

"Please, dear, call me by my first name," your mother responds, reaching out and touching Bada's shoulder.

Bada smiles, and then your mother exits the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Nice meeting you," Bada says, her tone polite.

"Nice meeting you too, Bada," you reply.

A moment passes. The tension is palpable. You can tell she's unsure of what to do, or say.

"Do you, uh, need help bringing your stuff in?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"Oh, no. I'm fine," she responds.

"Okay," you reply.

More silence. Bada is still looking at you, her expression guarded. You clear your throat, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Is, um, this okay? Am I, uh, being a nuisance or anything?" you ask, choosing to stare at the wall behind her.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable or anything. I don't want to be a bother," you say, shuffling your feet.

"No. No. Not at all," she replies, shaking her head.

"Oh, okay. Good," you respond, smiling.

She does not return the gesture. Her eyes are still on you, and her body is tense. You wonder if she's afraid of you, or something.

"So," you begin, clasping your hands together. "I guess I'll show you to your side of the room, then."

"Oh, um, okay," she replies, her voice still quiet.

"Here. Let me help you with that," you offer, stepping forward and grabbing one of her suitcases.

"No thank you. I've got it," she says, pulling the bag back.

"Okay. Whatever makes you comfortable," you say, letting go.

She drags the suitcase across the floor and sets it on the empty bed.

"I hope you don't mind. I didn't really get much choice in the furniture department. You're lucky you got the bigger bed," you say, laughing nervously.

"No, it's okay. Thank you," she replies, a tight smile on her lips.

"No problem," you respond, rocking back and forth on your heels.

Another moment of awkward silence passes. Bada begins unzipping the suitcase, taking out folded clothes and laying them on her bed.

"Can I, uh, get you anything? Like, some water or snacks or something?"

"No thank you. That's very kind, though," she says, her back turned to you.

"Okay. Cool. If you need anything, let me know. I'm always here," you respond, smiling.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replies, not looking at you.

"Well, okay. I'll just...leave you to it, then," you say, and then turn around and go sit at your desk, deciding not to push her.

You pull your laptop out, placing it on the desk, and log onto the college's wifi. You lean back in your chair, alternating between reading your syllabi and watching as she unloads her belongings. She has a lot of things. Clothes, books, shoes, accessories, makeup. She even has a large speaker system, which is surprising, considering the small dorm.

After a while, Bada stops, having finally finished unpacking. She stretches her arms above her head, revealing a tiny sliver of her stomach and the waistband of her boxers. Your cheeks burn, and you quickly look away.

"Hey, y/n?"

"Hm?" you ask, spinning around.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah. It's just down the hall," you reply, pointing to the door.

"Okay. Thank you," she says, standing up and leaving the room.

You sigh, and then get up, going over and plopping down on your bed. You could not get a read on this woman. When you saw her at orientation, she seemed so open, so friendly, so charismatic. But, right now, it was like you were talking to a wall. You couldn't help but feel a bit peeved. You wanted her to at least like you a little bit, or even tolerate you, but she was barely willing to even talk to you.

You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Maybe she was just tired, or had a bad day. That's probably it. That had to be it. Which, is fine. You were her roommate. You had a year to become friends. You'd be fine.

You pull out your phone, deciding to scroll through social media. After a few minutes, Bada returns and sits on her bed.

"Did you find it?" you ask, not looking up.

"Yep," she replies.

"That's good," you start, sitting up and scooting toward the edge of your bed. "Hey, I was thinking, since we're gonna be roommates and all, we should get to know each other, ya know?"

Bada turns, a blank expression on her face.

"So, dance," you continue. "What's that like?"

Bada's face changes, the guarded look falling away, replaced with an excited smile. "Dancing? Oh, it's wonderful. I've loved dancing for as long as I can remember," Bada gushes, her eyes lighting up. "I've been doing it my whole life. My mom and sister dance, too, actually."

You grin, her excitement contagious. "That's great. How many of you are dancers?"

"Just the three of us. Me, my mom, and my sister. Well, actually, my mom is retired now, and she's teaching classes at the studio," Bada continues, her smile growing wider.

"That's amazing," you respond, leaning forward. "Do you all perform together?"

"All the time. My mom owns a studio, and she teaches there. We teach classes and choreograph, and then, when we have enough students, we'll have shows," Bada answers, her voice becoming softer, and less animated.

"That sounds really cool. Do you, like, teach little kids and stuff?"

"Oh, no. Not really. I mean, we do, but only if a student's parents ask. Our main audience is teens, and adults," she explains.

"Wow," you say, nodding. "That's awesome. I can't imagine what that's like."

"It's a lot of fun," Bada replies, her eyes sparkling.

"What about your dad? Is he a dancer, too?"

"My father's not in the picture," Bada says, her eyes dimming a bit.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," you mumble, suddenly feeling awkward.

"It's alright," Bada responds, her tone flat.

"Well, anyway, that's cool," you say, changing the subject. "What's the studio like?"

"It's really nice. We have a small space, but it's cozy," she says, her eyes regaining some of their previous luster. "We've got a lot of mirrors and equipment, and the lights are low."

"Really? God, what you do sounds so cool."

"You think so?" Bada asks, her eyebrows raised.

"Totally. I'm kinda jealous," you admit.

"Thanks. It's nice to hear someone say that," she replies, grinning.

"Anytime," you say, returning the gesture.

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, and you lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Suddenly, your phone pings, and you glance at the screen. It's a text message from Lusher.

Lush: hey u ready for ur first college party???

Y/N: no lol i'm exhausted from setting up.

Lush: oh come on. im trying to meet some cute guys here. dont make me go alone

Y/N: haha i'm gonna stay in tonight. maybe tomorrow or next weekend

Lush: boo. well, the invitation is always open. if u change ur mind, come find me.

Y/N: ok will do. ttyl

"Is that your mom?" Bada asks, interrupting your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Your phone," she clarifies, motioning to the device in your hand.

"Oh, no, just a friend from high school, Lusher. She goes here," you explain, sliding your phone onto your bedside table. "She was trying to invite me to a party to scout out the scene for boys."

"Ah," Bada replies, turning her attention back to her side of the room.

"But there's no way I'm going tonight. I'm way too tired after all of that packing," you continue, lying down.

"Understandable," Bada replies, not looking at you.

"So, I'm pretty hungry? Wanna go to the dining hall and get some food, or something?" you ask.

"No thank you. I think I'm just going to take a nap," she says, scooting under her covers and turning her body toward the wall.

"Oh, okay. Alright," you say, feeling a bit disappointed.

It seems like you are back to square one. You sigh, and then turn around, facing the wall. This was going to be a long year. You reach for your headphones, plugging them into your phone, and put on a playlist, trying to ignore the slight ache in your chest. You were not sure why, but, for some reason, it hurt. You shake your head, pushing the feeling down. No, you were not upset. You were not going to be upset. Everything was going to be fine with time. You stand up, grabbing your backpack, and then exit the room, closing the door quietly behind you. The least you could do was give her some privacy. Maybe she needed some time to adjust to sharing a room with someone.

You enter the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor, and try to clear your head. No. Things would get better. She would warm up. You just needed to be patient. The elevator dings, and the doors open, and you step out, walking toward the cafeteria. You just needed to wait. She would come around. You were sure of it.

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Your alarm blares loudly. You groan, rolling over and snoozing it. The sun is barely up. You feel like a zombie.

You reach over and grab your phone. 7:30 am. Time for a run.

You slowly slide out of bed, wincing at the cold floor. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you glance around the room. It looks exactly the same, except for the fact that your roommate is gone.

You yawn, stretching, and then walk over to her bed. The sheets are perfectly tucked, the pillows arranged neatly, and the blanket is smoothed out. She must have made her bed before leaving. You frown.

"I wonder what time she wakes up," you murmur, running a hand over the blanket.

You throw on some clothes, put your earbuds in, and stretch, before leaving the room.

As you walk through the hallway, your thoughts are still hazy with sleep. You have never been a morning person. But, running helps.

You take the elevator down to the lobby, and then exit the building, jogging onto the sidewalk. A cool breeze whips your hair around. You shiver, pulling the drawstrings of your hoodie tight. After a few minutes, you find a nice rhythm, your breathing steadying, the music calming your nerves. You pass the same few people, most of them in a similar state as you. Groggy. Disheveled. Exhausted. After 30 minutes, you start feeling warm. Your heart is pounding, and your chest is heaving. You slow to a walk, and then stop, resting against a tree.

You close your eyes and listen to the birds, the leaves, the wind. It's nice. Calming.

"Y/n?" a familiar voice asks.

Your eyes snap open, and you turn. A woman is standing there, a shocked look on her face.

Oh no, you think, once you realize who it is."Aiki?"

"Woah, I knew it was you," Aiki says, her eyes wide.

"Yeah," you chuckle awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

"What are you doing here?" Aiki asks, her mouth hanging open.

"I go here now. I'm a student. I have clases here," you overexplain

"Wow, okay," Aiki says, taking a breath. "So, how have you been? What are you studying? What's been going on with you? God, y/n, it's been forever."

"Yeah, it has. Um, I've been good. Just, ya know, moving and stuff so far. Haven't declared a major yet, though," you respond, feeling taken aback by her excitement.

"I see. Well, I actually have to go, but we should totally hang out. Maybe have coffee sometime, or something. Catch up," Aiki suggests, her eyes sparkling.

"Sure, yeah, that sounds great," you say, nodding.

"Cool, well, I'll see you around," Aiki says, a smirk on her face.

"See ya," you reply, waving as she turns and jogs off.

You stare after her, a strange feeling in your stomach. You had not seen Aiki since junior year of high school, when the two of you were forced to go on a trip with the rest of your class. During that week, the two of you became close, and, by the end, you were basically inseparable. The two of you spent the entire week attached at the hip, going sightseeing, exploring, and, on the last night, you even kissed her. It was a perfect week. And then, after the trip was over, you never spoke again. She transferred schools, and the two of you lost contact. And now, here she is, back in your life.

You shake your head, chuckling softly. It is almost too much. First, your hot roommate, and now, Aiki. The universe is messing with you.

You start walking again, continuing your route. You run for another hour, the sun now fully risen. Your skin is glowing with sweat, and you can't help but smile. You are feeling great.

You stop by the showers, washing up, and then head to the cafeteria. The line is long, and, despite the early hour, it is packed. You grab a tray, loading it with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and a glass of orange juice.

"Oh my god, save some for the rest of us," a voice exclaims from behind you.

You turn, startled, finding Lusher behind you, grinning.

"Jesus, Lush, you scared me," you say, shaking your head.

"Sorry, didn't mean to, but seriously, I'm starving. Move faster," she complains, her eyes falling to your full plate.

"What are you even doing here so early? It's Saturday. You're never up at this time," you question, raising an eyebrow.

"The beds here suck. Couldn't stay asleep."

"So, you just came here?"

"Duh. They have free breakfast," she responds, her eyes wide.

"Right," you reply, not convinced.

"I'm serious. Besides, it's not like there's anything else to do this early on a Saturday," she adds.

"Okay, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes.

"So, how was the rest of the move-in? Is your roomate cool?" Lusher questions.

"Actually," you begin. "You'd never guess who my roommate is."

"Who?" she prompts.

"The hot girl I saw at orientation."

"No. Shut. Up," she responds, her eyes widening.

"I'm not kidding. Her name is Bada. She's a dance major."

"Holy shit, no wonder she looked familiar when I saw her. I think I've seen her around dance competitions and showcases."

"You have?"

"Yeah, a few times. She's really good. Damn," Lusher says, shaking her head.

"Well, I wish she'd open up more," you say, frowning.

"Why? Is she mean or something?"

"No, I mean, I'm not sure. She's kind of quiet. I'm not really sure how to describe it. She's not super friendly or anything, and we haven't talked a lot," you respond.

"Hmm, that's weird. I have a few dance friends who've interacted with her before. From what I've been told she's super nice."

"I guess. Anyway, she's not really interested in being my friend, which is fine. But, it's weird, 'cause it seems like she's super popular. She knows a ton of people. I don't get why she's so weird around me."

"Maybe she's nervous or something. I mean, you're kinda cute, after all."

"Shut up, no, I'm not," you deny, rolling your eyes.

"Whatever you say, y/n," Lusher smirks.

"You're crazy," you mutter, grabbing a juice box.

"Well, I hope you can change her mind. She's definitely cute."

"Thanks, Lush," you respond, not really meaning it.

The two of you grab seats near the windows. The food is mediocre, but your stomach is full and that's all that matters. You spend the next few hours chatting with Lusher about school, classes, and other things. Deciding you've had enough of the dining hall, you take Lusher to your dorm room, wanting to show her what your side of the room looks like. However, as soon as you open the door, you are met with the sight of Bada's side of the room-empty side of the room. Her bed is still perfectly made, and her closet is shut tight, and the desk is cleared off. Her things are gone, as if she was never there.

"What the hell?" you mutter, your eyes darting around the room.

"What's going on?" Lusher says, peering over your shoulder from the hallway.

"My roommate," you start.

"Bada, right?"

"Yeah. All her stuff is gone. Did she transfer or something?"

"Wait, what? Let me see," Lusher says, squeezing into the room and past you.

She scans the room, her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating her? Or having a strange wet dream?"

"Shut up. I'm serious. Look. Her bed is still made, and her side of the closet is completely empty," you insist, pointing.

"Well, maybe she's at class or something. Are you sure she's not just hanging out somewhere?"

"Why would she be? Class doesn't start for a couple days. And why would all of her stuff be gone?"

"Maybe she's one of those crazy studious types who starts early. And she has a very meticulous study routine that requires her room to be completely rid of stuff." Lusher suggests, shrugging.

"Who in the world would do all of that?"

"Someone who's organized. Maybe a person with OCD? A really anal-retentive neat freak?"

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Hey, you asked," Lusher says, throwing her hands up in defense.

You're about to curse at her, when your phone vibrates. It's a text from the college housing office.

"What is it?" Lusher asks.

"It's from the housing office. They want to see me about a roommate complaint," you read aloud, frowning.

"Roomate complaint? That's weird. Why would they call you instead of her?"

"Maybe they're not able to get a hold of her. I don't know. I'm not sure," you say, scrolling through the message.

"Well, whatever, go find out. We can talk more later."

"You're not coming?"

"No, I'm tired. Gotta catch some Z's. Go figure this out."

"Fine. I'll talk to you later, then."

"Later, loser," she responds, before walking away.

You sigh and exit the building, beginning your walk to the housing office.

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"Hello? Anyone here?" you call, stepping inside.

"Ah, hello," a voice responds.

A man walks up, an overly friendly smile on his face. He extends his hand, initiating a handshake.

"Hi. I'm y/n," you start, shaking his hand. "I received a message saying you wanted to talk to me about a roommate complaint?"

He nods. "Yes, yes, of course. Please, follow me."

He gestures to a door, and you follow him into a small office. He motions for you to sit down, and you do, the chair squeaking loudly.

"Now, let's see," he begins, studying a piece of paper. "You're living in the new dorms, correct?"

"Yup," you confirm. "The one with the fancy bathrooms."

"Right, yes. So, your roommate is a Ms. Bada Lee?"

"Yes, that's her."

He sighs, letting the paper fall onto his desk. Clasping his hands together, he asks, "And, is there a problem between the two of you?"

You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable."I mean, not really. I haven't seen her since Friday morning. Why do you ask?"

The man clears his throat. "We received a notice from her this morning, stating that she no longer wanted to reside in her dorm with you. She requested a room transfer and had all her things moved out into another room."

Your heart sank. This had to be a joke

"I'm sorry, but...what? Why? Why would she do that? I barely know her," you protest, shaking your head.

"Unfortunately, the decision has already been made, and the paperwork has been processed," the man replies, a sympathetic look on his face.

"But, this doesn't make any sense," you insist, leaning forward in your seat. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"I'm afraid the reasons are confidential, as is standard practice. All I can tell you is that the decision was made by the student, and we must abide by it."

You fall back in your chair, scowling. "This isn't right."

"I apologize, Ms. y/n, but there's nothing we can do. I'll inform the RA's and staff to expect you for a new room assignment. You likely won't get a new roommate until next semester, though. Otherwise, we're done here. "

"Alright, thank you," you mutter, standing up and heading to the door.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he calls.

You slam the door and storm off, furious. This is complete bullshit. What could you have done yesterday that was so bad that Bada would request a room change and make a complaint?

As you walk back to the dorm, a thousand thoughts race through your head. Were you too loud the first night? Too pushy? Did you say something offensive or insult her?

You rack your brain, trying to remember if you said or did anything wrong, but nothing comes to mind. There was the one moment when you asked about her father, and she seemed a bit upset, but was that really it? Surely she couldn't have built resentment for you after that one, small slip-up. You even apologized to her.

Maybe she just thought you were annoying? You're as confused as ever, and, pissed off. Whatever the issue was, there was no way it was significant enough for her to go directly to the housing office. She could have spoken to you about it, and you could have worked something out but didn't give you the chance. From the moment you met her, she didn't give you a chance. And now you probably have some sort of criminal-esque record with the housing office because of it. Great.

When you arrive back at the dorm, you go straight to your bed, laying down and burying your face into the pillows.

"God damnit," you mumble, your frustration overwhelming.

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The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, with you alternating between fuming, moping, and ranting to Lusher about the incident with Bada. The more you thought about it, the more irritated you felt. Why did such a sexy person have to suck so bad?

Despite the annoyance, you decided not to focus on the issue, opting instead to hang out with Lusher and your other friends. By Sunday night, however, your emotions had shifted back to sadness, and you were once again moping about the incident.

Before you knew it, it was Monday morning, and time for classes. You were excited, yet anxious, about the beginning of the school year. Despite the rocky start, you were determined to make the most of it.

Currently, you're in your last class of the day, bored out of your mind. You're supposed to be taking notes, but your professor lost your attention halfway through the lecture. You fix your gaze on the window, where raindrops are running down the glass. It was cloudy and grey outside, and you could see a flash of lightning in the distance.

"And that concludes our lesson. Don't forget to check your emails because I will be sending you a reading assignment. Class dismissed."

The sound of people packing up their things and moving around causes you to snap out of your trance. You quickly gather your own materials and head out the door.

On the way back to the dorm, the sky opens up, and it starts pouring. You pick up the pace, wanting to avoid getting soaked. As you approach the entrance to your building, you slow down, spotting Bada walking toward you. She looks just as unhappy to be out in the rain as you are, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, her hood hanging over her face.

Uh oh, you think, not expecting to see her.

"Um, hi," you stammer, attempting to appear friendly.

She stops in her tracks, eyeing you cautiously. "Uh, hey," she says, her tone cold.

You cross your arms. "So, um, how's your day been?"

"Fine," she replies curtly.

"Cool," you reply. "Enjoying your new room?"

"It's okay," she says, shrugging.

"That's nice," you respond, not sounding sincere.

An uncomfortable, but at this point, familiar, silence follows. You couldn't believe she wasn't taking this as an opportunity to apologize or explain what happened. If she weren't so tall and admittedly intimidating, you'd do something petty, like snatch the hood off of her head. Or pin her down until she fesses up. Or throw something at her pretty face to remind her that—yes, you are hot, but that doesn't mean you can escape consequences! But you're too gracious and realistic to do any of that, so you take the peaceful (though painful) route.

"Well, I should get inside, I don't want to get too wet," you state.

"Okay, yeah," she replies, giving you a curt nod.

"Uh, have a good day," you say, turning around and heading toward the door.

"Thanks, you too," she calls out.

She walks past you, and you can't help but turn around, watching her retreating figure. "What a weirdo," you mutter under your breath, heading up the stairs.

You hurry into the building, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

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Three months into the semester, you begin to hear Bada's name everywhere. Apparently, within the short time period, she's taken your school's dance team far and has gained quite a bit of attention for it. You're not surprised, given her athletic build and seemingly graceful demeanor. However, this has come with a price, and now, wherever you go, she seems to be there, her presence almost a constant. Similarly to when you first saw her at orientation, many people flock to her, and you hear a number of girls gossiping about how cool and attractive she is. With that, you begin to hear the rumors.

You've heard a lot of things about Bada, some good and some not-so-good. For example, you've heard that she's an excellent dancer and extremely talented. She's also very outgoing, sweet, and has a large group of friends. On the other hand, it seems as if she's built up a reputation for herself. You've heard people calling her a player and a flirt. Others have claimed that she sleeps with women just for fun, never sticking with anyone for too long.

You aren't sure what to believe, but you do know that your opinion of her is low. You still have no idea why she changed rooms and never gave you a straight answer, despite the numerous attempts you've made. In the beginning, you'd attempt to strike up conversations and casually ask her about it, but she would either ignore you or give you a short, vague response. You eventually stopped asking, knowing it was futile. Even when the two of you pass each other in the hallway, her eyes never meet yours, and you swear you can feel the disdain radiating from her.

But it's impossible to completely ignore her because, again, she is loved by many. To make matters worse, Lusher joined the dance team. Meaning, every time you visit Lusher during practice, Bada's there. Lusher tells you that she's a great teammate, but you aren't so sure. After all, you've only spoken a handful of words to her, and they haven't been particularly welcoming.

It's one of those days when you find yourself sitting on the bleachers, observing the dance team. You've come to watch Lusher, and you have to admit, the other dancers are amazing. However, your eyes always drift back to Bada. As much as you try to stop it, you can't help it. She's just so...stunning. She's wearing a tank top, showing off her arms, and baggy pants. Her hair is tied back in a bun, accentuating her features, and she has a serious, focused expression on her face.

You bite your lip, watching as she moves across the floor, her body flowing with the music. It's like she's gliding, and it's mesmerizing. You've never seen someone dance with such strength and power. You've been a fan of dance for a while, and you've never seen anything like it.

As the song comes to an end, everyone strikes a final pose. You watch Bada, her chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

You grab your water bottle, suddenly thirsty, and take a drink. You're still staring at her, and she glances in your direction. Shit.

You look away, hoping she didn't notice you watching her.

Lusher unfreezes herself from her ending pose and immediately comes running up to you.

"So, what did you think? Wasn't that awesome?" she asks, excitement evident on her face.

"Yeah, it was great. You guys were incredible," you compliment.

"Aw, thanks," Lusher beams. "You should come to more of our practices. They're a lot of fun."

"Yeah, maybe," you agree, noncommittally.

"Actually, do you mind coming to the locker room with me? I need to change, and we can grab something to eat afterward."

"Yeah, sure," you agree.

Lusher gives you a big hug, causing you to laugh. "Thanks, y/n," she smiles.

You follow her into the locker room, and she changes out of her sweaty clothes. You lean against the wall, tapping away on your phone.

"You can look, y/n, I'm not shy," Lusher teases, her shirt pulled up and bra strap undone.

"I know, but, I don't want to be a pervert," you giggle.

Lusher laughs. "You already are one, and I've accepted that fact a long time ago."

You pick up one of her spare pants, throwing at her.

"Hey!" she cries, feigning annoyance.

You smirk. "Sorry."

She rolls her eyes. "I forgive you."

You glance around the room, taking in your surroundings. You've never been in here before, and it's kind of fascinating.

"Where's the bathroom in here?" you ask.

"Down the hall, to the left," she informs.

"Alright, I'm gonna go pee," you announce.

"Okay," she says, not looking away from her locker.

"Be right back," you call, exiting the room.

You walk down the hall and open the bathroom door, making your way inside. You go to the first stall, shutting the door behind you. You take care of business, and as you're finishing up, you hear the sound of footsteps, and voices, entering the room.

Not paying them much mind, you flush the toilet, standing up and zipping your pants. Until you here something that freezes you in your spot.

"Lusher's friend is pretty cute. Your type," a voice says.

"I guess," another, deeper, voice responds.

"Don't be so indifferent, Bada, she is pretty hot," the first voice chides.

"She's alright," Bada says, nonchalantly.

"Why not? It's not like she'd say no," the first voice presses.

"I'm not really interested, Tatter. She's good-looking but, I'm not attracted to her. At all. Not worth my time." Bada says.

You're stunned.

"Really?" Tatter asks.

"Yes. Really." Bada says, firmly.

You feel a rush of anger. She has every right to not find you attractive, but you can't help feeling insulted. Did she have to be so adamant about it?

"Well, damn," Tatter chuckles.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Bada shrugs.

"No, it's cool," Tatter assures.

"Let's head out, the others are waiting for us," Bada suggests.

"Yeah, sure," Tatter agrees.

Their voices fade away, and their footsteps become more distant. You step out of the stall, making your way toward the sink. You glance at your reflection in the mirror. You look tired and upset because, well you are.

The more you think about it, the more things start to make sense. No wonder why Bada has been so aloof and unfriendly with you. She didn't find you attractive, and henceforth decided that you weren't 'worth her time.' But what kind of shallow thinking was that? You had plenty of things to offer. Your personality, wit, intelligence, humor, and a bunch of other things. So, what did it matter if she found you physically attractive?

You splash some water on your face, trying to wash away your frustration.

It's settled. You didn't want anything to do with her. She had no right to dismiss you, and, as a result, you didn't have to treat her nicely, either. Two can play that game.

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You managed to go the rest of the school year without interacting with Bada. You saw her in passing and heard her name plenty of times, but you largely succeeded in your efforts to avoid her. For the most part, you didn't even think about her. Except, of course, when you got your new roommate after winter break, who was much friendlier, but ridiculously messy and, to be quite frank, annoying. Although this turn-out was not directly Bada's fault, throughout your 2nd semester you laid awake at night, cursing the tall sexy mean woman, as your roommate blasted Bhad Bhabie songs into the early hours of the morning.

It's a new year now, though. And luckily, you do not have to worry about roommate troubles, because you you've gotten an apartment with Lusher. It's tiny and run-down, but incredibly close to campus, and after the issues you had your first year, you're just grateful that you're rooming with someone you actually get along with.

Knowing that, you're excited to see what your second year will bring you. You walk to your first class of the day, which is, unfortunately, an 8 a.m. English class.

You make it to the classroom, finding an open seat near the middle. You sit down, pulling out a notebook and pen.

As the seats fill, the professor begins his lecture, and the class starts.

However, about ten minutes into class, the door opens, and someone walks in. You look up, and your heart drops.

Bada is standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

"So sorry to interrupt. I'm late," she says.

"It's okay, take a seat. We're just starting," the professor replies.

Bada's eyes scan the room, and when she spots you, she frowns. You look away, pretending like you didn't notice.

She continues to stand there, looking uncomfortable, before she decides to walk further into the classroom. The professor stops talking and looks at her.

"Do you have a seat yet?" he asks.

"Uh, not yet," Bada stutters.

"Take a seat anywhere, we're getting started," the professor responds, continuing his lecture.

You hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and when you look back, Bada is walking towards the empty seat next to you. She sits down, dropping her backpack, and your heart races.

"Can I borrow a pen?" she asks, her voice soft.

"Sure," you mumble, handing her a pen.

"Thanks," she mutters, writing something down.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. She's sitting next to you. Why is she sitting next to you? Is she doing this on purpose? Maybe she has some sort of vendetta against you. You're not sure.

You try your best to focus on the professor, but it's difficult. You can't help but stare at Bada, your eyes drifting down her body. You take in her attire. She's wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans, and a cap. Despite the simplicity of it, she looks phenomenal. It makes you want to scream.

As the professor goes on, Bada takes notes, seeming completely invested in the lecture, and you almost scoff. Who was she trying to fool?

Once the lecture ends, you quickly pack up your stuff and rush out of the room, eager to put some distance between the two of you.

"Okay," your professor begins, clapping his hands. "If you look at the syllabus, you'll see that a big portion of your grade in this class is determined by your final project. This is a research-based assignment, and will require extensive library work. I've randomly assigned you partners to help you out, so, if you'd like, feel free to move around and meet your partners once I call out your names."

A group project? Great. Those always went well. Who was the sorry excuse for a partner you were going to—

"Y/n y/l/n and Bada Lee."

Fuck.

You feel sick. What the hell is this?

You look around the room, frantically, hoping to see someone who shares the same name. Alas, no such luck.

You see Bada shift in her seat, turning toward you, and you try your best to conceal your irritation.

"Hi," she says, quietly.

"Hey," you reply, coolly.

"I guess we're partners, huh?" she asks, a small smile on her face.

"Yep, looks like it," you respond.

"I'm, um, sorry for being late today. I had a meeting with a counselor," she explains.

"I'm not the professor, Bada. I don't care."

Bada seems taken aback by your harsh response.

"Right, um, okay."

"So, uh, do you have any ideas for the final project? I've thought of a few things," she continues.

"I haven't given it much thought," you lie, knowing that you'd spent the majority of last night planning and organizing your entire project.

"Oh," she says, disappointed. "That's okay, we can talk about it some more."

"Sure," you shrug, standing up and grabbing your stuff. "I've got to get to my next class, so, I'll see you later."

You quickly pack up your items and rush out of the room, eager to put some distance between the two of you.

"Y/n, wait!"

You freeze.

"Your phone number," Bada says, jogging up behind you.

You turn around, eyeing her cautiously. "What?"

"Your phone number, so we can communicate," she clarifies, her tone a little more stern than it was a few seconds ago.

"Right," you mutter, fishing your phone out of your pocket and giving her your number.

"Awesome, thanks. I'll text you," she smiles, and then, to your surprise, she turns around and walks away.

You watch her leave, still confused. What just happened?

The next few days pass uneventfully, and you've been avoiding Bada like the plague. It's not difficult, given that the two of you only share one class together and remain silent the entire time. Truthfully, you weren't expecting to get anything out of Bada for this project. As soon as the professor called her name, you were resigned to the fact that you'd probably have to carry out this project yourself. Between dance and the apparent trail of girls that Bada has to deal with on a daily basis, there was no way she'd make time for it.

As a result, you were shocked when, after a week had passed you received a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: hi! it's Bada. do you have a chance to meet up sometime? i have a few ideas for the project and wanted to talk to you about it.

You're not sure how to respond. This is the last thing you expected from her.

"Who are you texting?" Lusher asks, suddenly appearing beside you.

"What?" you ask, locking your phone.

"I was asking if you'd be home later, but you're clearly too busy texting someone to listen," Lusher laughs.

"No, I'm listening," you insist.

"Then, who are you texting?" she presses, curiously.

"No one. Just a girl," you reply.

Lusher wiggles her eyebrows. "I knew it," she giggles.

"Shut up," you laugh, smacking her arm. "It's not like that."

"Whatever you say," she teases, grabbing her jacket and slipping on her shoes.

"Are you leaving?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go study with a few people. You coming?"

You shake your head. "No, I think I'm just gonna stay here."

"Alright, I'll see you later then," she says, waving and exiting the apartment.

You sigh, flopping down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. You're not sure how long you lay there, but the sound of your phone vibrating snaps you out of your daze.

You grab your phone, checking your messages.

Unknown: this is y/n, right?

"Shit," you mutter, realizing that you forgot to respond.

You: Hi, sorry, it is. I got busy. Um, yeah, I have time tomorrow if you're free.

Bada: i'm available after 5 tomorrow. meet me at the library? 3rd floor?

You: Okay, sounds good.

Bada: great! see you then.

"Fuck," you whisper, tossing your phone onto the couch.

This is going to be a horrible year.

The next day, you find yourself walking into the library, coffee in hand. You check your phone, noticing that it's already 5:30 p.m.

"Crap," you whisper, picking up your pace.

You finally make it to the third floor, scanning the room for Bada. To your surprise, you spot her immediately, sitting alone at a table in the corner.

"Sorry, I'm late," you apologize, speed-walking over to her.

"It's okay," she smiles.

You pull out a chair and sit down, feeling awkward.

"So," you begin. "How are you?"

"Good," she says, quietly. She glances at your coffee cup, a frown on her face, before looking down at the items scattered across the table.

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the array of items in front of you. Bada's textbooks, her backpack, her phone. Two coffee cups.

"Wait," you say, realization hitting you.

"Yeah?" she asks, looking up.

"You bought me a coffee?" you state, the words sounding dumb as they come out of your mouth.

She blinks. "No."

"But, there are two coffee cups," you point out, feeling more and more confused.

"It's fine, you already bought one," she rushes out, sliding one of the coffee cups farther away from you.

"Wait, no! It's okay. I'll take it."

She stops. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nod, reaching out and grabbing the cup. "Thank you."

"Of course," she shrugs, looking embarrassed.

You pick up the cup, analyzing it, wondering if she put any poison in it. Unfortunately, you are not a chemist, and cannot decipher the contents of the beverage, so, you opt for the safer route and place the cup back down on the table.

"Did you have an idea for the project?" she asks.

"I did," you nod.

"What is it?"

"I was thinking that we could write an article. One of the prompts that was on the syllabus is an exposé, and I figured that it'd be easy to do a deep dive into the school's athletic program."

"Huh, that's interesting," she replies, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Interesting, good or interesting, bad?"

"Interesting, good. I like the idea. How far did you want to go into detail with it?"

"Well, I was hoping we could focus on the women's athletic department. Have you heard anything about them?" you ask.

"A lot. I hear my friends complain a lot," she says.

"About what?"

"So much. The coaches are demanding and strict and don't give the players don't get enough breaks. They don't get as much funding as the men's athletic program, either."

Disappointing but not surprising. "Is there a particular sport or athlete that stands out to you?"

"Um," she starts, a slight blush covering her cheeks.

"Yes?"

"I know a couple of basketball players. The captain, Doyeon, is really good, and I talk to her a lot. She'd probably be willing to help us out. They have a big game coming up, and their coach is going crazy because the school isn't giving them as much access to facilities as they did for the men's team. The basketball players were forced to practice outside, and the coaches are furious."

You can't hide your shock at this. Although you knew the women's team had it rough, you didn't realize there was so much drama happening behind the scenes. "Wow, that's...a mess. Did you want to talk to her about it? I'd love to meet her and get her perspective."

"Yes, definitely," she nods. "They should be practicing tomorrow. We can go watch them and interview her after. Would that work?"

"Sounds good," you agree, mentally making a note to cancel your plans tomorrow. You raise your coffee cup to your lips, momentarily forgetting about the possible dangers, and take a sip. The moment the liquid touches your tongue, you are hit with a profusion of tastiness. It's sweet and delicious and everything you could have ever dreamed of. It's exactly the type of drink you'd order yourself. You glance over at Bada, seeing her watching you nervously, and decide to speak up.

"This is really good," you praise, taking another sip.

She smiles. "You like caramel lattes, right?" she asks.

"Um, yes," you respond, confused. "How'd you know that?"

"Just, um, a lucky guess," she replies awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

You raise an eyebrow at this. Crap, you think. She must've put some sort of poison in here that mimics the taste of your favorite coffee flavor. You're screwed, but it's too late. You might as well enjoy the coffee. You take one last sip, savoring the flavor, then set it down.

"Alright, well, I have some notes I want to go over, if that's alright," you say, pulling out your laptop.

"Okay," she replies, also taking out her laptop.

The two of you spend the next hour discussing the project, both of you getting lost in your own thoughts. By the time you're done, it's nearly eight o'clock, and the sun is setting.

"We should probably head back now," you state, packing up your items.

"Yeah, we should," she agrees, standing up.

The two of you walk out of the library, the campus quiet and dark.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she says, walking toward her car.

"Yep," you reply, waving and heading towards yours.

Once inside, you turn on the car, blasting the air conditioning. You turn on the radio, trying to distract yourself from the heat outside.

"And in other news, the women's basketball team is still having trouble securing proper facilities. According to sources close to the team, the coach is frustrated and the players are exhausted.

"In other sports news, the football team is preparing for its season-opener against their rivals, the..."

You groan, turning off the radio and focusing on the road. Your stomach growls, and you realize that you haven't eaten anything since lunch. You consider stopping somewhere, but decide against it. You'll just eat when you get back to the apartment.

As you drive home, you think about the last few hours you spent with Bada. She was...interesting, to say the least. Today, she seemed more responsive to you than she had previously. In the past, she had mostly ignored you, rarely speaking to you unless necessary. Today, though, she'd been engaging and helpful. Perhaps, it was just because she cared about getting a good grade on this project. Once it's over, she'll probably return to her normal, snide self. That was okay with you, though. As long as she was cooperative while you worked on the project, you couldn't care less what she thinks of you or how she treats you afterward.

You park your car, heading up the stairs to the apartment, your mind wandering. Despite your best efforts, Bada is starting to worm her way into your head. It's stupid. You're being ridiculous.

This was going to be a long semester.

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"I think I'm going to fall asleep."

Bada turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, please. You've never seen the game before. This is just the warm-up."

You glare at her. "It's been two hours," you point out.

"Yes, and the game hasn't even started yet," she says, matter-of-factly.

"I hate you," you grumble, crossing your arms.

"You know you're the one who suggested we research a sports team, right?"

"Shut up," you mutter, glaring at her.

The two of you have been sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs for the past two hours, observing the team's practice as they ran around an outdoor basketball court under the sweltering heat. Bada was not lying about the terrible working conditions these women were put under. You didn't understand how they had the ability to exercise in these circumstances. You were dying.

"I need a break," you declare, standing up and stretching.

"No, no, no, no. Sit," she demands, pulling on your wrist and dragging you back into your seat.

"Let me go!" you yell, struggling against her grip. Why the hell was this woman so strong? For christ's sake, she was a dancer, not a wrestler.

"Not until the end of the game," she states, gripping tighter.

"This isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair," she retorts.

"You're such a bitch," you seethe, finally ripping your arm from her grasp.

"So, I've been told."

"Why are we here again?" you ask, slumping in your seat.

"Look, just try to pay attention. I'll buy you a smoothie if you stay focused," she offers.

"Deal," you say, straightening your posture and turning to watch the practice.

"And now, the final play," the coach yells, blowing a whistle.

The team scatters, moving to their positions. Doyeon, the captain, dribbles the ball down the court, passing it to another girl, who moves closer to the net. Just as she's about to shoot, the girl trips, sending the ball spiraling out of her hands and in your direction. You gasp, scrambling out of the way, but you're not fast enough. The ball hits you square in the face, causing you to yelp as you fall backward in your chair.

"Fuck," you whine, holding your hand to your face.

"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Bada asks, kneeling down next to you.

"Do I look okay you goofball?!" you shout, removing your hand to reveal a bloodied nose.

"Ooh, ouch," she cringes.

"Are you okay?" a different voice asks, and you look up to see the woman who had tripped approaching the two of you.

"I'm fine," you mumble, feeling embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry," she apologizes, bowing her head.

"It's fine," you shrug, standing up.

"You should come see the nurse," Bada says.

"No, I'll be fine. It's not that bad," you insist, wiping away the blood.

"Are you sure?" the basketball player asks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's not the first time this has happened," you explain, trying to alleviate her concern.

"What?" Bada chokes.

"Please don't ask," you sigh.

"Okay, well, I should get back," the girl says, gesturing toward the court.

"Of course. Go kick ass," you cheer, smiling.

"Thanks," she grins, running back onto the court.

You and Bada watch the girl's retreating figure. Bada then turns to you, a look of concern on her face.

"Okay, come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Bada instructs, pulling on your wrist and leading you towards to one of the entrances into the building.

"Where are we going?"

"The locker rooms," she states.

"What? No, no, no, no," you protest, planting your feet and resisting her.

"I'm not letting you sit here while your nose bleeds. Besides, the girls have to go in there eventually. We'll interview Doyeon once she comes in." she explains.

"But—"

"Who cares? Come on, let's go," she urges, tugging on your arm.

"Fine," you concede, allowing her to drag you through the building.

Once inside the locker room, Bada leads you to a sink and forces you to stand still.

"Hold still," she commands, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Cleaning up the blood," she responds, bringing the towel to your nose.

"Don't!" you hiss, swatting her hand away.

"You have to," she argues.

"No, I don't. I can do it myself," you retort.

"Just let me do it," she whines. "I've had to do stuff like this more times that I can count. I'm basically a professional."

"What? You having to clean up your own bloody noses? Why? Because of the amount of times you've gotten slapped in the face?"

"Hey!" she pouts.

"Well, are you going to answer the question or not?"

"Dance injuries. Now, will you let me help you?"

"Ugh, fine," you groan, rolling your eyes.

She brings the towel to your nose, gently dabbing the blood away. Her hand brushes against your cheek, sending a tingle down your spine. She's standing so close to you, her chest nearly presses into yours. You can smell her perfume, a subtle vanilla scent that seems to surround her. It's intoxicating.

When you glance up, her eyes lock with yours, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. They're a deep brown. Warm and inviting. You've never noticed how beautiful they are. Or maybe, you just haven't had the opportunity to study them this closely.

Her fingers linger on your skin, the tips grazing over the sensitive flesh.

"There. All better," she says, throwing away the paper towel.

"Thanks," you say, clearing your throat.

"No problem," she grins.

The two of you stand in silence, neither of you wanting to move.

"So," you start, breaking the tension. "Should we, uh, wait for Doyeon here?"

"Sure," she shrugs.

"Okay, um, I'm going to, uh, sit over there," you stutter, pointing to the bench behind her.

"Okay," she says.

You awkwardly make your way to the bench and sit down, keeping a safe distance between the two of you.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"A little lightheaded," you admit.

"Hmm, do you want some water?" she suggests.

You think of the possibly poisoned coffee. "No, I think I'm alright," you say.

"Okay," she nods.

Another awkward silence.

"So, you, uh, have a lot of dance injuries?" you ask.

"Yeah, a few," she laughs.

"Like, what kind?"

"Oh, nothing serious. Mostly bruises and sprains. Once, I twisted my ankle, but that was ages ago," she says, waving her hand dismissively.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm," she nods.

"How many times have you had a bloody nose?" you inquire.

"That's a secret," she grins.

"C'mon," you press.

"Nope, not telling," she shakes her head.

"You're no fun," you huff.

"I'm lots of fun. You're just not asking the right questions," she smirks.

"Like what?"

"Like.."

The locker room door opens, and a group of women walk in, all chattering excitedly. Bada looks over, her smile growing wider.

"Doyeon!" she calls, waving her hand.

You turn, spotting the captain running over to you. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and sweat drips down her face. As worn out as she seemed, she still looked incredible. In a flash, you became hyperaware of your probably still disheveled looks as a result of your recent injury. Way to embarrass yourself in front of a pretty girl.

"Hey, Doyeon," Bada greets, standing up and smiling at her. Doyeon outstretches her arms, enveloping Bada in a lingering, tight, hug.

"Bada! I missed you," Doyeon sighs.

"Missed you too," Bada replies.

"And who's this?" she asks, pulling away from the hug and nodding in your direction.

"Oh, um, this is y/n, she's working with me on the project. I told you about."

"Nice to meet you," you smile, extending a hand.

"Likewise," she replies, shaking it.

"So, are you ready to do this interview?" Bada asks, eagerness dripping in her voice.

"Yeah, let me get changed first," she replies, walking towards the lockers.

"Sure," Bada nods, watching as Doyeon disappears into the showers.

You glance over at her, her eyes still trained on where Doyeon had just disappeared. Something in your stomach sinks.

"Oh my god," you scoff.

"What?" she asks, turning to face you.

"Don't tell me we're interviewing one of your little girlfriends," you grimace.

"She's not my girlfriend," she frowns.

"Whatever," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Seriously, y/n, we're just friends."

"With benefits?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow.

"Why does this matter so much to you, anyway?" she asks, crossing her arms.

"Because, it's my project, and I don't want it ruined because you can't keep your hormones in check," you reply, glaring at her.

"I'm not going to 'ruin' anything, alright? I'm perfectly capable of keeping my personal life separate from my school work."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," you mutter.

"God, you're so frustrating," she huffs.

"So are you," you snap.

"Well, it's a good thing this is just for a project, and you don't have to deal with me outside of class, then."

"But it's a shame I can't get rid of you sooner."

"Believe me, the feeling's mutual," she growls.

You open your mouth, ready to unleash a verbal assault, but you're cut off by the sound of footsteps. Doyeon walks up, her hair still wet, and her bag slung over her shoulder.

"You two ready?" she asks, grinning at the both of you.

"As we'll ever be," Bada sighs.

The three of you sit on the locker room bench, a small space in between each of you. Bada is scribbling something down on a piece of paper while Doyeon waits patiently.

"Alright, um, first question. How have the recent changes affected the team's practices and games?"

"Honestly, it's been pretty tough. We're used to practicing indoors, so the outdoor heat has been brutal. On top of that, we've had less access to facilities, which has made things even more difficult. All of this has taken a toll on our performance, both on and off the court."

"That's unfortunate," Bada frowns. "How have the coaches and other staff members been handling the situation?"

"Not well, honestly. They've been pretty angry and stressed. They haven't taken it out on us, but it's been noticeable. And, honestly, they have every right to be upset. This is a big change for everyone, and it's not something that was anticipated."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Bada sighs.

"Thanks," Doyeon says with a smile, placing her hand on top of Bada's.

The sight of it makes your stomach twist, and a scowl forms on your face.

"Uh, next question," you start. "Do you have any idea when the situation might improve?"

Doyeon tears her eyes away from Bada. "Hopefully soon. We can't keep playing like this. Something needs to change."

"And if nothing does?" you ask.

"Then we'll have to keep fighting. Like always," she shrugs.

"I'm proud of you guys. You've all been handling this whole situation with a lot of grace," Bada compliments.

"Well, I have a great team. Everyone has really stepped up and supported each other. We've got a lot of good people," Doyeon smiles.

"That's wonderful to hear," Bada grins.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Anyways, let's wrap this up," you say, clapping her hands together. "Last question. Is there anything else you think is worth knowing for our project?"

"Hm, let me think," she hums, placing her finger to her chin. "I don't think there's anything..."

"Well then, I think we're done!" you announce, swiftly standing up.

"Already?" Bada asks, glancing at her watch.

"Yeah, time flies, huh?"

"I guess," she mutters. "Alright, thanks for your time, Doyeon," Bada smiles, reaching across the space and squeezing Doyeon's knee.

"Of course," she beams.

You roll your eyes again.

"Well, I'll see you later, okay?" Bada says, standing up.

"Absolutely," Doyeon agrees.

"Great," she grins.

Bada turns to face you, a forced smile plastered on her face.

"We done?"

"Yep, let's go."

You and Bada make your way out of the locker room, leaving Doyeon behind.

"That went well," Bada sighs, once the door closes.

"Sure did," you mumble, barely able to contain the sarcasm.

"I can't wait to write up the report," she exclaims, her eyes lighting up.

"It'll be nice, yeah," you say.

"Maybe after, we could—"

"I need to go," you blurt out, cutting her off.

"What?" she asks, frowning.

"I'm, uh, late. For class. Sorry."

"Oh. Okay, um, I'll see you around, I guess," she says.

"Bye," you say, rushing past her.

You're not lying. You are late for class. But not nearly as late as you're making out. You speed-walk across campus, a million thoughts racing through your mind. No wonder Bada was so eager to do this project. It was just an excuse to spend time with Doyeon. And, judging by the way the two of them interacted, it wasn't the first time they'd spent time together.

You're not exactly sure why this is bothering you so much. You knew Bada got around. Maybe it's because you're annoyed that Bada didn't tell you the truth. Or maybe it's because you feel stupid for not seeing this coming. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that you're upset, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

You make it to your lecture hall, and as quietly as possible, slip into an empty seat near the back. Your professor drones on and on about the importance of deadlines and punctuality, and you find yourself completely unable to pay attention. Instead, you replay the day's events over and over again. Each time, you cringe at the memory of how oblivious and naive you'd been.

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mt-oe · 6 months ago

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*rubbing my tiny arms menacingly at you, making a threat*

I just read ur new Mizu x reader. Pls write about the phone s** part toooo 🥺🥺🥺. About mizu receiving steamy pics of reader during meeting or smth 🥺🥺🩵💓💓

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Hey dear!

*is threatened, just kidding

Thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing this one and I hope you and your tiny arms will have as much fun reading it www

Part one here! link <3

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, smut (mdni!), solo, guided masturbation, cursing, implied afab reader

6:02am (Friday)

Fucking finally. It was Friday. Just one more day to get through and she can finally lounge around with you uninterrupted, watch a bunch of shows and movies the two of you listed down to watch on the weekends, and go cafe-hopping as you told her you wanted to do.

No rude, clutch indecisive, stuck up clients. No boring meetings. No calls suddenly demanding her to go to a site on her lunch break.

Just you and her.

She had woken up early as usual to get ready to go to work as per her usual routine which consist of breakfast, a cold shower, and dressing up. No skin care routine. Okay, maybe a bit of moisturizer and sunscreen. She couldn't risk being scolded by you. Mizu moved quietly to try not to wake you up. Occasional glances were thrown at your sleeping form, admiring how peaceful you looked this morning.

Looking over at your pretty face became part of her routine now, observing your expressions as you slept. Sometimes you look disheveled, sometimes drool dripped down the side of your lips. Today, you were exceptionally pretty, she thought like how she did every morning.

Her fingers worked down her jacket, making sure everything she needed was in her pockets. Her keys, phone, and that cute little handkerchief you attempted to embroider after watching one tutorial. It was bad. Bad but cute.

As her hand reached to grab her helmet, the sound of the bedroom door opening made her look back. Her eyes softened at the sight of your sleepy face as you groggily made your way over to her, bed hair and everything. "Love...leaving already?" you yawned out, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

A chuckle left her lips as she headed towards you with a single nod. "I'll be back. Let's watch a movie when I get home, okay?" she softly mumbles against your ear, nuzzling her head against the of your neck, placing soft kisses down your skin. Leaning closer to her, you chuckled breathily. "I bet you're excited to go to work right now," you joked.

She pulled away with a mildly confused look. "Why would I be?" she asked, bottom lip slightly protruding as her eyes narrowed. You blinked at her, snickering softly, and shook your head. 'She forgot,' you thought, amused at her cluelessness. You contemplated following through, but a promise is a promise, isn't it?

"Because it's Friday," you lied, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She tilted her head to press her lips on yours for a short sweet kiss. A bit of suspicion ran through her head, but she let it go, blaming the edge in your voice on your sleepiness.

Mizu chuckled and pulled away, patting your head. "You're excited, aren't you?" she said softly. "I'll be back before 8."

"I know, I know," you laughed at her, unlocking the door as she buckled her helmet on. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't memorize your schedule?"

Her hands pushed the visor up, eyes squinting slightly as she smiled at you. "Still a pretty one," she answered, making her way out the door. You stepped out as well, waving at her with a lazy smile on your face. "Stay safe, dummy!" you called, watching her give a thumbs up as she got on her motorbike.

7:28am

After a long hour drive, Mizu finally arrived at the office. Grabbing the seat, she pushed her bike onto the center stand before unbuckling her helmet. A loud 'ding' sound could be heard as the elevator doors opened. She squeezed in as much as she could, bringing out her phone as she waited for the elevator to go up to the office floor.

As she was scrolling, she suddenly received a notification from you, making her raise an eyebrow. You were usually asleep at this time so this definitely surprised her.

: good luck at work today <3 - sent an attachment - : here's a good luck charm! i love you!

Her heart melted a bit at the notification, thinking it was an innocent greeting from her sleepy wife. She tapped on the notification, waiting for the messages to load so she could see the attachment. Maybe you just woke up randomly and thought of her, y'know? Maybe it was one of those moments when you suddenly missed her and—

oh.

The little smile on her face fell, heat rushing to her cheeks. Her heart pounded as she once again glanced at the attachment as if unsure if her eyes were deceiving her. She immediately brought her phone down, turning her head to look around if anyone in the elevator saw that.

Once the elevator doors opened, she rushed out immediately. Her footsteps heavy, face steeled, eyes glaring at anyone standing in the way. "Is he okay?" her coworkers whispered, looking over at her figure, rushing to an empty meeting room. "Maybe an important client tonight?" they gossiped. However, that was far from what was going on.

Eyes scanned for an empty corner to check her phone again. Spotting an empty conference room, she went inside and locked the door, breathing labored as her hands brought her phone out shakily. She unlocked the device and bit her bottom lip at the attachment you sent her.

It was a picture.

A nude picture. Your nude picture.

She could feel her mouth going dry as her breath deepened, eyes looking over the image with much gusto. Your body laid down on the bed, free from the confines of clothing, underwear placed haphazardly by your side.

Her eyes tracing your skin, admiring the way it glowed under the sunlight shining through the windows, giving it a softer appearance. One of your arms raised as you held the camera above you, the other hand over your collarbone, framing your breasts beautifully. Gaze travelling down to your nipples, breath hitching at how perked up they were.

Fuck. If only she could ditch work, go home, and run her hands over your skin. Her tongue lapping over the hardened bud, drawing circles and nipping at it. She'd relish the mewls from your lips. Her other hand kneading the opposite breast, fingers ghosting a touch over the bud, pinching it in between and tugging softly, careful not to hurt you.

She'd place kisses between your chest, working her way down, appreciating every inch. Her tongue would occasionally dart out to lick at the places she loved the most, like in between your chest, under your boob, below your belly button, and just above your womb. Lips travelling down until she reached your folds.

Her breath hitched as her eyes travelled to the sight in between your legs. Orbs taking in how your folds were slightly parted, clit peeking out, slightly swollen from untouched arousal. Desire ran through her like hot flashes as the sound of her heartbeat echoed. The urge to run a digit through your folds, rub your clit until you were whining and arching your back, made her hands twitch.

mizu: ... mizu: what is this : i promised, right ;P don't tell me you forgot

Oh shit. She completely forgot about that. Mizu didn't really think you'd actually follow through with your promise. It was a silly deal anyway and admittedly a bit unfair on your end. The only reason why she agreed was for a bit of comedy and the rush of the deal making her imagine things. But her wife was definitely not one to break promises, wasn't she?

mizu: brat mizu: just wait until i get home. : okieee ;>

Goddamnit, you were so insufferable.

11:47am

"It was a pleasure having this meeting with you," her client said cheerfully, standing up and shaking hands with her. She gave a small nod, face still in her standard emotionless expression, as she stood up to shake her client's hand. "Likewise," she replied, gripping her client's hand firmly before letting go.

After exchanging a few more greetings, the first meeting of the day was finally adjourned. The rest of her coworkers tidied up their papers, closing their laptops, and talked amongst themselves about where to grab lunch. A tired sigh came from her nose as she slipped past the crowd of people and down the hall. Suddenly, a notification popped up on her screen...

: how's work? mizu: first meeting done. mizu: i'm tired. : aww :c don't forget to eat lunch and rest a bit, okie? : here. a little smth to help - sent an attachment - : i love u hun <3 : oh and use ur earphones !!

Her eyes widened at the attachment notification, thoughts wandering off to the picture you sent her earlier. What could it be this time? Another picture? Holy shit.

Her heart raced at the thought, a sudden rush of excitement coursing through her veins. The anticipation making her palms sweat slightly and her cheeks to dust a slight a pink. Hurriedly, she went over to the comfort room and locked herself in one of the cubicles. She paused and remembered your little warning. Quickly, she opened her bag and brought her earphones out, connecting it to her phone before closing the toilet lid and sitting down.

Upon opening the message, the usually stoic woman felt her throat tighten and her breath shake. The first thing she saw was the thumbnail, and that was enough for her stomach to do flips. The image of your naked body facing the camera as you got on all fours, presumably fixing the camera angle, making her feel the heat in her loins. She placed a hand over her mouth, swallowing thickly as she stared at it, tapping on the video.

"Hmm..this is a good angle, isn't it?" you hummed to yourself before slowly making your way back, the bed bouncing slightly as you sat down. The soft plushness of the bed sinking slightly below you. "You're probably still at work. Always such a hardworker, aren't you?" you cooed, reaching somewhere at the side of the bed, out of the camera's view. "Mhm...that's my wife," she heard you whisper, the dark undertone of your voice sending goosebumps down her spine. "I got this a while back while you were at work. Look!" You finally showed the camera what you were reaching for, making her raise an eyebrow, both intriguing and confusing her. A clear bottle with a colorful, fun-looking label. "It's lube!" you said excitedly, showing her the label, the brand unfamiliar to her. "I saw it online and thought the packaging was cute. It's candy-flavored too." Crystal blue eyes watched as her wife opened the bottle, pouring some of the clear liquid on to her hands before rubbing it together. "It really does smell sweet," you mumbled, voice becoming breathier. "You'll see when you get home." Biting her lips together, she watched as you slowly spread out your folds, a low and sultry chuckle leaving your lips. Your lubed up fingers slowly drawing circles around your clit, thighs tensing up and trembling slightly. Soft moans spilled out of your pretty lips, fingers touching yourself like you were made of porcelain. Gentle yet firm, gliding but with just the right amount of friction. She could tell you were trying your damn best to imitate how she did it. Her tongue darted out to lick her tongue as she watched a small bead of slick drip down from your entrance, which was already throbbing and twitching around nothing. She gulped down heavily, imagining what she would do if she was with you. How she'd push her strap inside you slowly, hear the soft satisfied gasp you'd give her when she bottoms out inside you. Slowly, the finger you used to play with clit moved to your entrance, pushing itself inside. She could see your eyes rolling back as you moaned louder, the muscle in your thighs twitching and tensing up. "M-Mizu..look.." you managed to whisper, gasping as you pulled your finger out, showing her the string of wetness connecting your finger and your hole. "It's so fucking wet."

Her own hands traveling in between her legs, pressing down firmly, palming herself. A soft, barely audible, exhale leaving her as the slight friction gave her a bit of relief, but not enough. It was nothing compared to how good you could be making her feel if she was with you.

"Fuck...look at me," you whined, thrusting your fingers in and out in a steady pace. The sound of squelching could be heard with every thrust, making her breath hitch. "Can you hear that?..It sounds so fucking dirty, doesn't it?" She could hear the sound of your hand slamming into your cunt as you moved faster. Her own hands rubbing against her, matching your pace, but not the pleasure. "A-Are you touching yourself?" you said in the video, voice filled with air, as if you knew. "I..I miss you...fuck..I miss your fingers.." you whimpered out. The sound of skin slapping against skin was heard as you slammed your fingers in, sobbing desperately. "It isn't enough..shit...I need you right now.." Her eyes watched your half-lidded eyes, your eyebrows scrunch up in sexual frustration, and your teeth bite down on your lip. Your hands tensed up slightly as you curled your fingers in, moving them in a come hither motion. The climax building inside you became more apparent as the words from your mouth turned into incoherent moans, your hand moving faster as you chased after your release desperately. "I'm such a dirty wife..aren't I?" you moaned out, thrusting your fingers in faster. "You're...working so fucking hard...and I'm sending you perverted videos.." you managed to say, the pretend-shame in your voice lacking any real bite. A soft grunt reverberated from Mizu's throat as she watched your back arch, eyes roll back, and mouth fall open to let out a sobbing moan. Sweet orgasm washing over your body, giving you the release you craved so much. The taller woman's eyes narrowed, observing how your pussy twitched around your fingers, your cum dripping down the digits inserted inside you. Thrusting your fingers in a few more times, your body finally relaxed. The aftershocks of pleasure dying down slowly as you pulled the digits out, panting softly. Slowly, you sat up again, eyes slightly glazed as it squinted slightly from the exhausted smile tugging up your lips and cheek. "I'll wait for you at home. Have fun at work, hun. I love you!"

Oh, if only she could go home and show you what dirty really was.

Throwing her head back slightly, she ran a hand across her face with a heavy groan. She bit her lip and stared at her phone, collar now feeling a bit too tight and hot for her. Mizu could feel how wet she had gotten just from watching the little video you had filmed. Her heart echoing in her ears, throat tightening from the unresolved sexual tension you knowingly made her feel.

mizu: fuck. mizu: you're killing me : don't die! you still have to go home www

She huffed at the playful tone insinuated in your message, not knowing whether to roll her eyes or to be amused.

mizu: cheeky brat.

5:28pm

It had been a long day for Mizu. Right after your little video stunt, she had to rush to another client meeting in a different venue, driving past the speed limit once again. It definitely had nothing to do with the tempting video you sent. What did you think would happen? That she'd rewatch it? Hell no.

Well okay maybe she did watch it a few more times.

A lot more 'few more times'.

She ended up having to settle for microwaved convenience store meals with how late she was. Thankfully, her last client ended up choosing a small, cozy cafe with only a few people inside. But just as she thought she could take a breather...

: hun : still at work?

Fuck. Damnit. What did you have in store for her this time?

mizu: yes, love. : wear ur earphones :3 mizu: why?

But before she could ask more questions, your name popped up on her screen as you called. In a panic, she brought her earphones out, putting it on, and rushed in the bathroom once again, locking herself in a cubicle.

Finally, she answered your call, her cheeks flushing red as the first thing she saw was your arched back, bare and smooth, while you reached for something behind the camera. Upon hearing her answer the call, you immediately sat up, smiling at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"What is this?" she growled, eyebrows scrunching together. "I'm at work." Your giggles filled the air while you showed the camera what you were reaching for, the dildo from her strap, making it difficult for her to swallow. "You asked for this, love. Remember?" you laughed at her.

"Besides, I need a bit of help. Maybe you can teach me how to use this?" you asked, positioning the dildo between your thighs, smooth skin gliding over it erotically. Immediately, she turned her own camera off to get a better view of what was going on.

She knew she shouldn't do this. Her client could come at any moment, anyone could suddenly enter the comfort room in any moment, but her wife was being a little shit and...and...she really wasn't winning this game of mental fortitude, wasn't she?

Mizu gritted her teeth, one hand unbuttoning her pants, slipping it down just enough so she reach under her boxers. "Spread it out," she said in a low voice. A small grin graced your lips at her compliance. In a slow, almost teasing manner, you spread your legs for her, fingers reaching down to spread your folds open.

Her gaze traveled to your clit, noting how it throbbed, swollen and desperate. "Touch yourself," she ordered, her own hand slipping in between her folds. She bit back a groan at how wet she had become just by watching you. Your fingers rubbed your clit, starting in slow small motions, picking up the pace slightly. Moans greeted her ear as you played with yourself, sending arousal down her body. Her fingers matched your pace as you sped up.

Upon hearing her groans, you bit your lip and giggled. "You're touching yourself..?" you asked cheekily, voice breathy. She clicked her tongue at your tone, hand clutching her phone tighter. "Shut up. You've been at me all day," she groaned, eyes still focused on your cunt. "Pick that fucking dick up and slap your cunt with it."

You obeyed immediately, realizing how riled up your wife was getting despite her camera turned off. Oh, how you wish you could see her, feel her doing these things to you. She would've handled you so roughly and so deliciously. Your wife was always so hot when she was riled up.

The squeals and mewls you let out mixed with the sound of the silicone slapping against your skin caused her own cunt to twitch. Her fingers flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time as you, tips rubbing against it in a needy fashion.

She could feel herself dripping onto her boxers, the warm liquid only adding more slip to her movement. "Fuck..." she gasped out, eyebrows scrunching together. "Put it in. Fuck..put it in," she growled, lust heavy in her voice.

Immediately, you got up on your knees, whimpering as you positioned yourself over the tip of the phallic object. "Shit...Mizu..." you gasped out, biting your lip as you lowered yourself. Pleasure coursed through you, running hot in your veins as the toy entered. "O-Oh..fuck...it feels so.."

Unable to resist, she inserted her own fingers inside her pussy, gasping at the feeling of her rough and calloused fingers against the soft flesh. Harshly, she bit on her lip, fearing that anyone would walk in and hear her. Her digits dragging itself inside her, pushing itself deep inside, eyes watching as the length of the toy disappeared inside you.

"You like that, don't you?" she gritted out, her voice gruff and heavy. "Just wait until I get home, you fucking brat." The roughness of her voice sent shivers down your spine. Excitement shot up you at the thought of how she'd punish you, choke you, slap you. Just thinking of it was making your insides twitch.

You let out an airy moan, finally sinking down on the dildo completely. "W-What should I do..?" you asked, throat tightening from the arousal. She stared at her screen, admiring how eager you were for her instructions. Her eyes studying your form, observing every twitch, every tremble, every shiver, and the way your face clouded with pleasure.

"Move," she rasped out, her own fingers pulling out slightly. A pleasured gasp leaving her as she slammed it back in. At her command, you started moving your hips, bouncing on the toy, letting your gasps and sobs out. The scene was so pornographic to her.

Her wife really was the best.

She gripped her phone tighter, breath becoming heavy and ragged, at the sight. You could hear her own groans and a faint sound of squelching, arousing you further. Shit. She was jacking off to you. Your wife was fucking jacking off to you at work. Your heart raced at the thought of your wife being so turned on by you, to the point where she couldn't help herself.

"Mizu..oh..oh god..it feels so fucking good," you sobbed out, biting your lip as you whined, moving faster. The blue-eyed woman bit her lip further, eyes narrowing at her screen, while her fingers moved faster, matching your pace. "Fucking shit..don't act stupid. Slam your hips on it," she growled out with an unexpected sense of aggression, sending a great wave of heat through you.

You couldn't help but giggle wantonly at how desperate she sounded. However, your giggling was cut off as you obediently slammed your hips down with every bounce. The tip of the toy kissing against your cervix, overwhelming you. Your mind was turning hazy with the addicting feeling. It hurts alright, but it hurts so fucking goooood.

The familiar feeling of climax tightened up inside you with every thrust, encouraging you to move faster. Mizu watched as your movements grew more erratic, telling her how close you were. Her own orgasm close by.

With a few more thrusts, you released all over the toy, a loud pornographic cry ripping from your throat. She could see the beads of your cum dripping down the silicone, forming a ring at the base of the toy as your continued to bounce on it, riding out your high. Not long after, her own orgasmed followed. She bit down on the knuckle of her hand holding the phone harshly, back arching against the tank of the toilet as she muffled her moans. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out, breath raggedy from the exertion.

Just as she was about to check on you, she received a text from her client, telling her that they had arrived. Mizu immediately sat up and buttoned her pants. She glanced on her phone, heart beating faster at the sight of you looking so worn out.

"Just wait until I get home," she growled before ending the call and walking out of the cubicle. As she was washing her hands, Mizu tried her best to calm down. But no matter what she did, her thoughts kept coming back to you. While she was tidying her appearance, she received another message notification.

: can't wait <3 i love you!

...

You were just asking for a baby at this point.

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crows-in-the-house · 4 months ago

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Disillusioned

Summary : (this statement by @/exodusin) / Mabel finds you in Bills penthause but instead of escaping with her, you show her your true colors. And your new husband, Bill.

pairing: Bill Cipher x gn! evil! reader

tw: none, tell me if i should add

Mabel couldn't find Dipper. For twenty minutes she's been running around Bills piramid only to get the demon further away from her Grunkles. That worked out. Kinda. Now she couldn't find a way back and had him running after her and her brother. And now she lost him! She really hoped he was fine. Hearing a booming sound she turned to another corridor. This one was looking... different?

It was smaller and narrow, as if the walls were about to crush her trying to protect something further. On the end of it, she found grand traingle doors. She really hoped whatever was inside would be harmless enough to let her rest a second. She opened them, coming into a big luxurious room. It looked like some sort of a penthouse with an expensive cauch, a fireplace, chandelier and a-

"Oh! Mabel, hi!" - Wait, what? It was you! Y/N her cool older friend, the one who helped her out in numerous adventures, and the one who vanished, just some time before the start of Weirdmaggedon! She could't belive her own eyes!

"Y/N? What are you doing here! Has Bill kidnapped you and inprisoned? We were so worried!" The girl rushed to hug you. "We need to go! Bill is-"

"Go? Oh Mabes, why would we go anywhere?"

She took a step back. You looked the same as always. Just maybe more elegant? Her tired mind desperately searched for the explanation for the weird feeling she had right now.

"Y/N... what... what have you been doing since the start of Weirdmaggedon?"

"Oh, well, I was sitting here " you gestured around the luxurious room. You didn't seem to be panicked at all. Have you get used to the situation? " I've been quite bored, but overall I'm fine, really! I'm glad you're here to visit!"

"Visit? No! I'm here to defeat Bill! Have you seen what he did to the town? To the people?!"

Despite your face being frozen on a smile something in your eyes changed. You didn't answer immiediately, stepping back to a table nearby, pouring yourself a drink. You talked slowly, as if you were soothing a panicked animal cought in a trap.

"Oh yes. Trully a work of art. It took time to design all of this you know? Do you have a favorite part?"

She felt her stomach drop. She misheard you right? O-or you're just acting! Or under some weird demonic enchantment, you wouldn't say such a thing, right?

You smirked tilting your head. " Well... in my opinion, the top three things would be... hmm, the walking water tower - I know, I know, a boring choice, but it walks very funny and-

"Y/N, listen-" you ignored her, continuing as she wasn't even there "- the second would be bubbles, very creative, colorful and fun, you know? Especially yours, it was so cute it made me a bit jealous! It's a shame I didn't get to visit tho. Yes I know, sorry, don't look at me like that, I will do that next time ok? Now! Drumrolls! the first place goes toooo-"

You looked at her as if wanting her to guess. In response she gave you a mixed look. It seemed like you clearly needed some help, but there was no time to sit around.

"I dont know, what is it?"

" ME " she jumped quickly pointing a grappling hook at the intruder. It was Bill, again in his yellow tamer form, standing awfuly close to you and holing-

" Dipper!"

"Nu-uh Shooting star! You're not playing with that toy anymore!"

At the snap of his fingers her weapon dissapeared. He grabbed her and before Mabel could move she found herself in the same hand where Dipper was trapped in. But you? You just stood there.

"Y/N! Help us!" her brother shauted. You only responded with a piting look in your eyes. Until your attention moved over to the demon getting closer.

"Hey toots! Check this out - a pegasus dropped it off today!" he handed you a card. From where the twins where placed they could see a drawing of the pyramid and a short text which Bill read out laud:

"It's a "I missed you, B.", and yes, it's me, I'm the B, also there was no pegasus, also there was me."

He blinked at you.

You gasped and smiled, your cheeks got darker and your hands tauched where your heart was supposed to be.

"Oh Billy! You're such a romantic!"

Dipper looked at you with disdtain "You just didn't say that."

"Oh but they did! That's my spouse after all!" you both laughed at shocked faces of the children. It was funny how none of the Pines realised they had a traitor among them. Now everything started to make sense. How you claimed to love spending time in the shack. How your face always lingered on Dippers journal. How you never smiled at Stanford but was always calming him down after a fight with his broher. How they all could always count on you, to take care of the kids on their silly adventures.

"How could you!" Mabel felt her eyes getting watery. She really liked you. She trusted you!

You shrugged lightly smiling. " Oh dear, don't be sad, it was always the plan. I'm sorry you have to be entangled in all of this"

"No you're not."

"Ha. True, I'm not. You know me so well kid."

"Why. Why did you do all of this? We were friends-"

"Oh HA HA HA, they already have friends kid! And money, fame, riches, infinite power! And the handsome ol' me! What else would they need?"

"An entire world to rule?" - You kissed Bills eye while handing him a drink "Oh, and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, you know? But i hate you. I thought I could get over it. But I feel sooo tired. And it's just the time to split up! I mean, honestly, you and your grunkles had lot's of chances to get to the right side of history but you decided not to. Now you pay. Tell my thanks to Ford, I would never meet the love of my life, if not for his stupidity." your smile dropped.

"Y/N you can still fix this!"

"As if!" Bills form grew larger while he opened the door "See you sweetcheeks, I will get that equasion in no time! Gotta disassemble some kids molecules!"

You stayed there smiling, waving back at Bill.

That was the last time they saw you.

#gravity falls #thetalkingcrow #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher x you #gravity falls x reader #gn reader

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brittscafe · 1 month ago

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

Pairing: Shunsui, Shinji, Kensei x reader (separately)

Summary: Shunsui, Shinji, and Kensei find out their s/o was a little criminal back in the day.

Request: i have funny request (at least for me lol) anyway, the characters have a s/o who is just like textbook definition of a sweetheart and kind person, calm and loving but as their relationship progressed they perhaps go to s/o’s hometown and learn that their s/o was a practically a criminal when she was a teenager? Like doing “tiny crimes” like vandalizing, drinking and perhaps even doing weed when she was like a high schooler…so i was thinking that with like…shunsui, shinji and kensei…missed you very much ❤️ -🫀

A/n: Awwww Hiiii!! I missed you toooo! I think this is sooo funny and it's fun for me to write, so, i hope you enjoy <3 Alsoooo, Shunsui's was def my favvv, but let me know your fav!!

Content: Drinking, weed, vandalization, little y/n criminal activties, fluff.

Shunsui:

The captain of the 1st division in the Soul Society is currently snooping through your childhood room. You're standing by your bed, hands calmly and honestly a little nervous.

You're watching the smirk on his face as his eyes run over your childhood items and photos.

He opens your closet doors and his mouth drops open. He chuckles loudly and runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"What?" you call out, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. Shunsui steps out from the closet, holding 4 bottle of empty alcohol.

Your eyes widen and your heart drops down to your feet.

"Oh, you were naughty, huh?" Shunsui speaks with a raspy voice, lust laced in his voice. He's giving you that look, that look that has chills running down your spine.

His eyes are so soft and just focused on your face. You let out a deep breath and collapse onto your bed, face down, trying to hide yourself.

Shunsui immediately sets the bottles down and heads over to the bed, sitting down beside you. A smirk is resting on his face as he gently rubs your back.

"Baby...are you upset?" he asks with a soft voice.

"No...I just didn't want you to find that," you shake your head.

"Why's that?" he asks.

"I just don't want you to think different of me, you know?" your voice mumbles out, hushed by the mattress. Shunsui lets out a tiny chuckle and you furrow your eyebrows.

"Oh...baby, I would never. You're just my naughty little baby now," he chuckles out softly. You raise your head up from the mattress and smile at him.

"I am not," you protest back and Shunsui cocks an eyebrow.

"Sure you're not," he teases you, placing his hand on your jaw and pressing his lips against yours. He smiles against your lips, knowing how deeply he loves you.

Shinji:

Shinji steps into your childhood room and his eyes light up, roaming around. You giggle as you watch Shinji gaze in awe at your bedroom, snooping around.

He reaches underneath your pillow and pulls out a joint. He lets out an amused huff and you glance over at him.

"oh, shit..." you gasp out, stomach churning into tight knots.

"Oh my god! You little criminal!" Shinji gasps out, his eyes widening and a smirk cracking upon his face.

"That's not even the worse," you sigh out and his eyes widen with even more curiosity.

"Oh? You have to tell me," his voice is laced with interest. He steps forward and you let out a tiny nervous chuckle.

"I did smoke weed a lot, but I also used to vandalize stuff with my friends. Like...buildings and shit like that," you admit and Shinji starts laughing very loudly.

His chest is hurting with each piece of laughter as he's trying to control himself.

"Oh my gosh! You are such a little criminal, y/n," Shinji giggles out his last laugh, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer. Your face is heated as you feel so embarrassed in front of your significant other.

"Do you still think of me the same?" you mumble out. Shinji's expression drops and he eagerly nods his head.

"Aw, of course, baby! You're still my sweetheart even though back in your high school days you did weed and little criminal activities," he reassures you, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

Shinji smiles, gazing down at you, his little criminal for life.

Kensei:

Kensei is all smiles and googly eyes as he's walking around your room, eyeing all your childhood stuff. It's so cool for him to see this part of your life.

His blonde hair bobs down as he looks underneath your bed. You cross your arms over your chest and chuckle.

"You know...you're not gonna find anything under there," you warn him as his head bobs back up. He chuckles and sinks down into your mattress.

You walk over to him and stand in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You've just always been the sweet, innocent y/n I've known this past few years?" Kensei questions you, cocking an eyebrow. You hum and shrug your shoulders.

"Now...I don't know about that," you reply, a mischievous smirk forms along your face. Kensei takes note of the smirk along your face and pats his lap.

You giggle and climb onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you securely.

"Come on now, you've got to tell me. Was my sweet princess a criminal back in the day?" Kensei asks, a smile dancing along his face.

"Well, I use to drink back in high school...like a lot. Now, I'm not proud of this one at all, but I used to steal too," you admit, lowering your head.

Kensei chuckles deeply and holds you close. "Did the Soul Society straighten you up?" he questions you and you scoff quietly with amusement.

"One could say that," your voice trails off. Kensei cups your cheek and pulls your face closer to his. He smiles to himself as you gaze at him, waiting for his answer.

"It looks like you've changed your ways, soul reaper," he jokes around, thumb brushing the skin on your cheek. You smile and shrug your shoulders.

"As long as you think so."

"I do," he nods his head, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel the relief run through your body as Kensei accepts who you are.

Kensei gazes into your eyes, at peace with you, no matter your criminal past...

#bleach #shunsui kyoraku #shinji hirako #kensei muguruma #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n

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chrisgetsmewetter · 7 months ago

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Mile high club

Pairing: Bratty!Black!fem x Dom!chris

Summary: you and chris are in a private plane section together, what’s gonna happen when everyone on the plane is sleeping and it’s just you two?

Warnings: Dirty talk, Overstimulation, sex obvi, oral, p in v, pet names (mama, ma, baby)

word count: 5.6k

authors note: i hope u guys like this one😝 i had a fun time writing it and i think y’all will like it toooo. enjoy you lil freaky frogs

you and Chris have been together for over a year, which is crazy because of how much commitment issues he said he had.

you’ve gone public recently and most people have given you a ton of loves so now your youtube channel of 7.3mil has went up to 9mil.

because of this you and the triplets had the idea to go on a combined tour which sold out immediately. now you guys are in the airport going to the next city.

“okay ma’am step here” the security guard gets the metal detector and goes down my body slowly. then you look at chris nervously as they get down to my boobs

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!!” chris bursts out laughing and can’t even stand up straight so he leans on matt who chuckles but hides it

“um ma’am..” the security guard looks at me awkwardly

“oh sorry i have piercings..” the security guard widens his eyes and nods then continues scanning my body.

you notice chris staring at your ass as you impatiently wait for the security guard to be done

just when he finishes scanning the triplets you push chris by his arm “chris why’d you laugh at me” you pout as he laughed even harder.

“passengers on private flight 2834 to Chicago start boarding now” you and nick start jumping up and down excited to get on the plane “i can’t believe we got a private planeee i’m so excitedddd”

“I CALL SHARING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND” chris yells. you slap his arm for being so loud since it’s nighttime.

nick rolls his eyes and groans already walking towards the plane then matt grabs your small suitcase that chris nor you couldn’t carry

he looks at nick and frowns jokingly “so u don’t wanna sit with me nick” matt says in his baby voice

“no actually. i want to sit by my best friend but chris’ crusty bitchass won’t let me, i know it”

you see chris stick his tongue out at nick while smacking your ass “chris stop acting like a child” you say

“your ass just looks so good in those shorts ma i can’t help it” chris whispers in your ear and you can’t help to smile but also low key squeeze your thighs together

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- heyy bae how’s the flighttt?

little troll😻🧌- hii madii the pilot said we just took off and aren’t expected any turbulence, so me and chris are abt to watch a movie

little troll😻🧌- nick n matt are already sleep even tho we jus got on😔🤦🏾‍♀️

Madi w that fattyyy- i wish i could’ve cameee, what time is it where u are??

little troll😻🧌- it’s 11:25 at night girl we’re still in LA😭

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- oh..

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- wait. so u and chris in a private plane at night with evb sleep😧

little troll😻🧌- yes..🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all r abt to join the mile high club😰

little troll😻🧌- no.. we’re not madi😡

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- yea okay..

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“what movie mama” chris takes your phone and throws it on the other side of him

“ooo let’s watch adventures in babysitting” you start to get excited and pull the blanket over yourself

“newer or older?” chris says smirking already putting on the older one

“noo the newer one is better why are we watching the old one”

“because we’re not gonna watch the movie” chris turns the volume up a little and takes his shirt off

“chris not in the plane !!” you whisper yell then look to see if anybody might’ve woke up

he takes advantage of you not paying attention and slowly slips your shorts off

“my god chris calm down” u see him slide under the blanket and pull your panties off

“we won’t have a lot of time to do this on tour so let’s take advantage of it.“ he looks up at you with low eyes “can i?”

as soon as you nod your head he slowly puts his long finger in your pussy.

“fuck mama ur so wet for me” he twists his finger and spits on your pussy and starts slurping it

“fuck chris oh my god” you whisper yell then chris slaps his hand over your mouth “we can’t do this on a plane !!” you squirm

“be quiet or i’m gonna stop” chris sternly looks at you and continues doing the fingering/eating combo.

he starts licking it and fingering you at an unbelievable pace then as he’s doing that chris licks up from your stomach then stops at your lips to kiss you

he starts to suck on your sweet spot right under your ear and then he feels your breathing slowly speed up and he fingers you even faster

your confused on how he’s doing it this fast but you enjoy it

“chris i’m gonna cum” you say as you feel your high coming up “yea baby cum for me” right as he said that you cum hard right on his fingers

then without giving you time to recover chris pulls his sweats taking his boxers off with them and strokes his dick and pushes it in your pussy without any hesitation

“fuck~ chris wait a sec- oh my god” you try to push his arms away but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head

“you thought you were going a slut and wear those shorts then walk in front of me the whole day huh mama?”

you moan when you hear this, remembering that u indeed did intend to tease chris when you put them on

he smirks as he pounds into you not making as much noise as one would think “are you gonna be a good girl and give me words?”

you shake your head knowing exactly what you’re doing and what’s gonna happen. chris bites his lip and nods “well i guess i’m gonna have to treat you like the slut you are”

“turn around” his eyes are darker then ever so you comply. chris lays down, put props himself up and forcefully grabs your hair and shoved his dick down your throat

you started to lick his tip then spit on his dick making it easier to get in your mouth. you took his full length but gagged a bit.

you hear chris moan a bit as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat.

you loved every second of seeing his groan and shake because you usually have to force his submissive side to come out.

"Fuck I'm going to cum mama" chris said as he grabbed your hair. you felt his dick twitch a bit and his cum shot into the back of your throat as you swallowed it all

“fuck baby you’re such a good girl” chris wipes some saliva off of your lips and kisses you “you want me to get you some water?”

“yes please” you nod and chris helps you slide your shorts and t-shirt on.

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Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all are nasty i just know it

little troll😻🧌- uhh🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- disgusting🤦🏻‍♀️

#chris sturniolo #smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #black reader #mile high club #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #madi filipowicz #plane smut #airplane

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moonliched · 5 months ago

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NOOOOOO

*bites you and does kickies*

EVERYONE LOOK DEERBOT IS BEATING UP AN INVALID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i miss you toooo ;A;#the surgery went pretty good aside from the fact they IMPRISONED ME IN THE HOSPITAL (made me stay in overnight recovery unexpectedly lol)#but yeah im resting and killing it at physiotherapy >:3 #i hope youre doing well!!!! lots of summer fun and nice sunshine if thats ur thing☀️🌷🌼🌺#hugs hugs hugs deerbot❤️✨#x

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burstinn · 1 year ago

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Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Krüeger) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

Homophobes die

Warnings and Notes:

All relationships here is platonic or could potentially be seen as romantic

Krueger is somehow in the 141, just pretend he is.. Yknow.. Just pretend..

You get beaten the fuck up, your face is literally fucked up

Blatant homophobia

The only people shown is Ghost, Price, and Krueger

Being openly gay in the military is hard.

Not everyone has the same belief, but by God do they need to atleast be a little respectful.

Well, aside from some "out there" remarks about you or some men coming up to you just to ask to help them yknow take some stress off. They're not gay they swear they just needed to take it off without just jerking themselves off.

All that fun shebang, but then there's the 3rd. The people who go out of their way to just fuck with you.

They are literally the mix of the 1st and 2nd group. But make it 100 times worse, but they're favorite thing to do is more physical things.

Beating the shit out of you the chance they get. You're almost used to it now. Can't even snitch about it, they'll catch you before you do. Hell, they'll manage to spin some bullshit to make it your fault.

Which brings you toooo.. Today! The peak of Pride Month! Which you were reminded of by your good pals!

Being dragged off to a corner and beating the fucking shit out of you while congratulating you about pride month.

"It's gay month, hope your f---got ass is happy about that. This is your prize for it!"

"Maybe you were hoping to suck some dick today? No?"

Such great words really wow.

You couldn't really answer much.. Blood dripping out of your nose and pooling down to your mouth, pretty sure you lost some teeth.

Not like you can see either, brutal punches hit really hard. A black eye, a few broken bones.. Maybe your rib.

A few good kicks to the stomach. On your cock as well.

GHOST

- he heard it.

- He was looking for you and 'your pals' since you and them missed training and punishment is needed for that.

- Then he heard it

- stopping in his tracks and peering off in the corner seeing you getting beaten bloodied, black and blue.

- He needed to intervene shit look at you.

- He stepped out of the corner, grabbing the shoulder of one of the guys that was about to connect his hand to your face

- Anger courses through the guy who was about to punch turning around to see who dares grab him. Before his confidence falters seeing.. Lieutenant Ghost towering over them a fixed angered glare on them.

- "Prices office Now"

- There was no argument.. They immediately scurry off. Leaving you slumped over. Bloody, swollen.

- He turned his attention to you, carrying you in his arms.. Cradling you.

- "fuck, are you alright?" " hey! Stay awake soldier!"

- He pulls you close, running off with you in his arms. Demanding a medic.Immediately

- He leaves you to be patched up by the medics. Anger written in his face as he makes his way to Prices office.

- Price waiting on Ghost to explain what happened

- He looked like he wanted to kill them, he could've but he might get kicked out of military or arrested idk

PRICE

- He got a heads up a few minutes ago from Ghost that he was looking for you and these guy that were now in front of him.

- He did remember Ghost stalking off somewhere to find you and the dudes that were right in front of him

- He decides to not ask them and wait for Ghost instead.

- Once Ghost arrived, hearing the explanation made him seethe with frustration and disgust.. He knew you were gay but he didn't think people his soldiers no less would treat you like that

- He doesn't need to hear any more

- He discharged them immediately. Walking off with Simon to see you in medbay

- He had to make sure all his soldiers are safe

KRÜEGER

- He was walking by Price's office, He's heard a figh broke out and the person who was beat up was in the medics

- He might as well see who it was

- Just as he was about to fully pass by Price's office. He heard something..

- He stops in his tracks, leaning now against the door to listen.. And he heard everything

- His expression slowly growing darker and darker as he continues listening

- He's heard just about enough, He decides to skip seeing you.. He could comfort you later..

- I mean, You both were close but not that close. But still it's not like he can't not care about you.

- He has planned.. Something else for those men

- They went M. I. A after that, No one bothers to look. It's not the militarys problem any more..

°°°

| A Week Later|

"Hey.. Guten Tag, hey! Wake up"

.. Krueger.. He's waking you up

Furrowing your brow in annoyance before you force yourself to open your eyes..

You sit up tilting your head to look at Krüeger.

"Wie geht's?"

"OK, Mir ghet es Gut.. Danke, Krueger"

He nods, looking at your bandaged face.

"You should let 'im rest Krueger"

A deeper, more British voice comes from behind Krueger

"I'm just checking up on him"

Ghost is here too.. How nice, they took their time to see you

"Botha' you, Get back to work. Leave him alone"

And.. Price

" It's fine cap, I'm good"

"You sure? You still look messed up Don't worry we took care of them bastards, we discharged them"

Silence from Krueger.. Looking at the ground for a moment

"Ja... Yeah mmhm"

Weird.. But it's nice that these people care for you.

#call of duty x male reader #call of duty modern warfare x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #gay #cod x male reader #cod x reader #x male y/n #x male reader #male reader #male reader x cod #cod mw2 #codmw2 x reader #cod modern warfare

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waterrunner · 11 months ago

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SDV Bachelors headcanons

how each bachelor acts around the new farmer/crush

Sebastian+Sam+Alex

Sebastian

He is 100% an introvert and a more “cold” type of guy but I feel he would a a special soft spot for his crush, you.

He first met you when you came to robins house after finding her lost axe. He had been out of his room to get something to drink and was heading back to his room when you walked in.

He had heard of the new farmer in town but had no interest in them, but now… his interest was peaked.

After that day he found himself getting out more and actively trying to find you, especially during festivals and special events. He really enjoys showing off his pool skills when you’re in the saloon at the same time he’s playing pool with Sam. He goes red in the face if you compliment his amazing skills too- Sam and Abigail won’t ever let him live it down either.

If/when you catch him smoking he becomes sorta embarrassed. He doesn’t necessarily want you knowing he does something deemed “bad”. But if you smoke too, he’ll be less embarrassed- but he will then be concerned for you.

Sam

He first met you when you were walking out in the town trying to meet everyone. He was skateboarding and almost ran straight into you. He of course apologized- or well, tried too. Your beauty, and the fact he had never seen you before, caught him off guard and left him sorta speechless.

“Oh shit- am so sorry, I didn’t.. see�� wow” is all he sorta got out before just sorta staring at you. It took a moment for him to snap out of it and realize you were talking to him

“Oh, right. I’m Sam” he had quickly said while sticking his hand out for you to shake. “Your must be the new farmer, huh? Well nice to meet you” he said with a sorta dazed look. He even kept staring as you walked off and out of his sign(bro was entranced).

After that he’s normally a flustered mess around you, but he is trying to act cool the entire time. It gives Abigail and Sebastian second hand embarrassment the stuff he says/does in front of you to try and impress you.

He one time tried doing a skateboard move in front of you, he move he had never done before. Long story short he landed right on his face and gained a bloody nose, you did However run over to him and make sure he was ok and helped him back to his house. Abigail and Sebastian NEVER let him live it down…

Alex

He had came home after going to the beach one day and you were in his house giving his grandma some fresh fruits and vegetables.

He immediately noticed your bright and dazzling smile and the way you seemed genuinely happy to help someone.

Before you left he had came up and introduced himself and got your name. He was sorta being a jerk without realizing it tho…. But it’s ok because he’ll get better the more you get to know him.

That night he sorta just laid in bed and kept picturing your smiling face and how happy you were to meet him. He didn’t realized you liked you tho… he just thought he really wanted to be your friend…

After that He constantly ask if you wanna play some sort of sport with him or workout with him, which you often have to decline because of how demanding working on the farm is. The few times you have accepted were quite fun tho.

He is constantly boasting about how strong and athletic he is, how he’s gonna go pro one day, and how he’s a ladies man…. He does like hearing about your work on the farm tho. He believes it would be a good workout for him to come help you some days(totally not because he wanna hangout with you).

I hope this wasn’t toooo bad for my first actual post lol. If there’s any critiques or constructive criticisms am completely ok with it, just please be nice about it.

#stardew valley x male reader #stardew valley X reader #stardew valley X gn reader #stardew valley #stardewvalley #stardewvalleyxreader #stardewvalleyxmalereader #stardewvalleyxgnreader #stardew valley hc #x male reader #x gn reader #.Jetts.HCs.

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juliasturnz · 5 months ago

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“Your turn to relax.”

MATT STURNIOLO X Y/N

Hi my looovess, I am absolutely in love with writing, I’m trying to write as much as possible so I can spoil y’all hihi.🤪

Warnings!

pet names (sweetheart, baby ml (my love) more..) cussing, making out / kissing ect- i think that’s all enjoy🤭

summary:

you always have been giving matt little spa days, a little skincare routine or even a massage. He wants to bring change in that

Little note

Thank you all so much for the likes reblogs and the sweet comments, I’m beyond grateful for this. I hope y’all like this one toooo have fun reading♥️

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you are laying down in your bed with a smile on your face just by thinking about yesterday, you and Matt that the most amazing night, y’all watched a few movies, did skincare together, Matt giving you a lot of kisses and hugs and him even sleeping at your place.

when you realize he had slept over you look next to you but he isn’t there, ‘huh he slept over right?’ You say out loud. You look closer and you see a little letter on his side, you curiously pick the tiny letter from his side and flip the perfect folded pink paper open. You quickly read the the message “hi baby, I have something planned for today. Because of that I already left pretty early to take care of everything, be ready around 6PM. I already know you are going to be looking gorgeous, I love you, see you soon!🩷” you smile at the paper with the beautiful handwriting and the exciting news written on it.

you decided to call Nick, he obviously knows about you and Matt but you just needed some help with a good outfit. “Hey y/n hruuu?” “Hey Nick I’m doing goooddd, but I need a favor rq .. can you come to my house? Matt has this whole date planned and I have no fucking idea what i want to wear, and since your the fashion icon I wondered if you want to come over” “I’m good too thanks” he says jokingly, you giggle through the phone and before you get to say please, what he already knows you were going to say he says, “but yeah ofcourse I’ll be there in 25 minutes I need to get ready, I just woke up and need to call a Uber.” You could clearly tell he just woke up by the sound of his raspy voice.“Take your time okay?” You say comforting through the phone. “Don’t worry I will”

right after he hangs up you start to pick something he can choose from. A long tight dark blue dress with black heels, or a mini skirt with a black top and a leather jacket and black high boots or a short dark red dress with shoes you are still not sure about. So it’s basically, drive Matt insane, him complementing you or him going even more insane. With that thought slipping into your head you kind of already know what you wanna wear, but maybe Nick had something that would make the outfit better, bc these ones are just a bit plain and boring.

You spend your time waiting for him to come over by eating some pancakes with chocolate syrup that made you think of Matt, and watching the last episode of Ginny and Georgia. When you finally have eaten all of your pancakes and watched until the last minute of your jaw dropping ending from your series you hear the doorbell.

You run to the front door and open it quick, ‘hey Niickk!’ You say very exited. You were always exited when he came around, he always brought some sort of aura with him that would make you feel happy. ‘Hey girrll!’ he says while giving you a hug. You quickly invite him in with a already very excited look on your face. ‘Sooo do you want something to drink or? Oh wait did you have breakfast yet I c’- he interrupts you ‘did you seriously make chocolate syrup pancakes’ he says with a mind blowing look. ‘Yesss why?’ You say with a suspicious look knowing what he’s gonna say already. ‘Okay that just makes me sick to my stomach, I am not gonna ask further’ you start laughing at his disgusted face. ‘But no thank you I’ll grab something from your fridge later.’ He says right after you were done laughing at his face still looking disgusted.

a little while later you wave him to come with you to your bedroom with the paired clothing laying on your bed. ‘Wait I’m gonna grab some Dr Pepper and I’ll be there okay?’ He says with a comforting smile. ‘Yeah sure!’ You are going to your bedroom bringing some light into your still dark room, when Nick bangs into your room with a big music box and entering your bedroom with literal girlboss music. You start laughing so hard you trip over pile of clothes on your bedroom floor. ‘Omg are you okay�� Nick says while stopping the music and laughing even harder looking at your clumsy ass tripping over your clothes. ‘Yes I’m okay’ you say still laughing while you’re now sitting on the pile of clothes.

When you both finally reach the topic of the clothes you are going to wear, Nick already says ‘do whatever you feel like you want to wear.’ You point at the short dark red dress, ‘oh hell yes’ he says while nodding his head. ‘Okay hear me out, what if you put that leather jacket from the other outfit on top of it. And omg with those high black boots’ You gasp ‘oh my god Nick, you actually need to give me advice for my outfits everyday.’ He gives a warm smile. You quickly get the stuff you want to wear and come back from the bathroom. Nick gasps at the sight of his created look on you, ‘oh my god you look fucking amazing’ his face scans your outfit, ‘you look really really good girl!’ You get a little uncomfortable from the amount of compliments you get. You hang out with Nick for a while and you say you were going to get ready. You look kinda nervous, you are a bit unsure about the situation. Obviously not about the date but you just stress a little bit about what he has planned since he left so early. ‘You are going to be fine, that mf loves you forever.’ Nick says when he noticed your worried look, you smile and say thank you, ‘oh yeah also a big big big big thank you for helping me with my outfit and hanging out today, I really enjoyed it!’ You give Nick a big hug and he leaves your home.

You put on your playlist and start getting ready, a soft glam with a little bit of glitter on your eyes, dark red lipstick and lastly some deodorant and Matt’s favorite cologne. You take a full length mirror picture and send it to Nick. He’s online right away and sends you a lot of compliments.

When it’s finally time you put on one time some deodorant and again Matt’s favorite cologne. You put the things you need quickly in a handbag, when you already hear the familiar honk from Matt’s car. You check in a nervous rush if you have everything and run to the front door

Matt’s jaw drops at the sight of you in Nick’s paired outfit. He moves closer and grabs your waist and gives you a passionate kiss on your mouth, he hasn’t said anything yet which makes you nervous until he finally speaks up. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve been laid my eyes on.’ He says while he’s still admiring your outfit and your body in the outfit. ‘Do a spin for me’ he says, you know damn well he just wants to see your ass in the dress but ofcourse you still do your casual spin. His eyes follow the curves of you body and he gives you another kiss on your lips. ‘Are you ready?’ He says with a smile on his face ‘yesss im so excited I’- you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he already grabbed your arm and opened the car door for you. ‘Okay mister fancy pants’ you say with a flirty smile on your face. He shuts the door with a smile when you buckled up, and walked to the drivers seat. He opens the door silently and falls into the drivers seat next to you and gives you another kiss, ‘you look so gorgeous, just like I said on the tiny letter.’ he says with a cute little smile on his face. He starts the car and plays music, he dances, sings and keeps looking at you when a romantic lyric plays. You’ve never see him this excited before, all of your nervousness flows away. You let your boyfriend guide you to the first location of tonight.

You stop at this beautiful fancy restaurant, you look at Matt while he just smiles at your surprised face. He could look at your beautiful face forever. ‘Should we go inside then?’ He says still with the same smile on his face. You are surprised that we are at a restaurant, Matt doesn’t even like restaurants. ‘Matt this is insane isn’t this crazy expensive?’ ‘Y/n I have one rule for tonight’ he says with a suspicious look, ‘you can’t ask questions about the places we are going to go to.’ Wait did he say places? before you can ask a question on what the fuck is happening, he already steps out of the car walks to your side and opens your door, and takes your hand.

When y’all cross the street while holding each other’s hand, you arrive at the probably the most fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen. You look at Matt and you already catch him looking at you before you open the door and go into the restaurant he gives you another kiss on your lips. You laugh at his now dark red lips, you go into the restaurant, ‘Matt wait imma get you a wet wipe’ you say laughing. ‘Wait what’ he looks confused, he opens his phone to check and his cheeks turn a little red when he realizes. You can’t help but keep laughing when you are on your way getting a wet wipe for Matt’s now dark red lips.

When you return to your boyfriend aggressively wiping his lips not getting it off, you start laughing even more then you did before. ‘You are such a dumbass I knew this was going to happen’ you say giggling. ‘Omg I’m so embarrassed, you just look so good and I’- before you wipe his red lips you give him another kiss. Without you noticing he already has his hands on your waist again.

You finally start wiping the red lipstick from his lips he can’t help but just stare at your lips. ‘I want to kiss you more this night did you have to put on that lipstick?’ He says with a needy tone. ‘I thought you’d like it’ you say with a sarcastic sad face, ‘oh shut up’ he kisses you again what makes you laugh even harder when he realizes.

After you both finally actually got to the point that Matt’s lips weren’t red anymore he took your hand and checks in, ‘yes a table for 2’ he says to the man behind the counter. ‘To what name?’ He asks politely ‘for miss and mr Sturniolo’ he looks at you with a innocent smile, he knows so damn well. ‘Yes come with me please.’ The waiter guides us to the best place in the restaurant you can think of. When the waiter leaves you two alone, you immediately speak up. ‘What the fuck Matt, this is insaaane I love you so much.’ ‘Did you like the fact that I called us mr and miss Sturniolo?’ He gives you a naughty smile. ‘Yes a lot’ you say giggling a little. ‘Good’ he smiles at you in a way you’ve never seen before. You want to ask him about that when the waiter comes to the table. He hands out 2 menus and leaves, you open the menu and your mouth falls open. ‘9 dollars for a Coca Cola is absolutely insane, are you sure you want to eat here?’ You look up to see Matt already lost in the big menu looking for what he’s gonna order. How does he even look pretty when he’s literally looking into a fucking menu. You are not gonna ask him again he already looks so interested, it really warms your heart.

He looks up at you ‘what are going to get’ he asks with a cute smile, you can’t seem to answer its all so expensive and you feel really bad for just asking for a Coca Cola. He sees your frustrated look, ‘hey y/n it’s okay’ he grabs your soft hands. ‘You can get whatever you want I’ll take care of it.’ His hands touching yours is what caught your attention. ‘I feel so bad Matt, how is a steak more then 40 dollars like hello?!’ he squeezes your hands and nods and says the same sentence once again, ‘it’s okay I’ll take care of it.’

a conversation has started when you both ordered and got your food, ‘so what do you think,’ he looks innocent, very curious about what your answer is going to be. ‘I love it so much but I literally feel so bad, why did you randomly make a date night’ you say in a calm tone. ‘I thought it was your time to relax’ you smile at him, ‘it seemed like you really needed it, it is always you who makes the dates and because it was my first one organizing it I wanted to make it special, but I kinda got carried away’ you giggle at the thought of him getting carried away by trying to organize a special night just for you. ‘I’m really lucky to have the most handsome, sweet and caring man infront of me rn.’ ‘I love you so much y/n’ for a minute you are just staring at his beautiful blue eyes, you are convinced he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. But his look changes when he realizes ‘I have one favor rn, you need to eat your food a little quicker okay?’ You look at him confused but it seemed like he meant it so you did.

You both finished your food and you say thank you again. ‘I’m so beyond grateful for this I love you,’ ‘I love you too baby.’ ‘I’m going to the bathroom rq okay? I’ll be right back.’ While you stand up you can feel Matt staring at your ass, you look back and look at him with a naughty smile.

You arrive at the bathroom and take of your red lipstick, and when you come back your boyfriend is waiting for you right outside the bathroom. ‘I love the way you took of your lipstick’ ‘I took care of everything btw’ he kisses you right away while his hands lock on your waist, you give him another kiss ‘thank you baby but you didn’t have to, I could’ve helped.’ ‘No it’s totally okay’ he smiles at you and you both leave the beautiful restaurant with your hands holding each other tightly.

It’s a beautiful dark night, you are with him in the car again and you can’t help but kiss his perfect pink lips again. Once again you tell him how much you appreciate this night.

You arrive at the most beautiful place ever, it’s one of the places that is your personal favorite at night. The beach, when you already hear the sound of the sea you can’t believe what your hearing. Matt could already tell you knew, he smiles at you, ‘oh my god no fucking way’

Right in front of you is the most gorgeous sea you probably ever seen. This time you almost jump out of the car run around to the other side and take Matt’s hand. ‘My love wait I got some things in the back of the car for us to lay on yk?’ ‘Oh my god this night can’t get any better ahhhhh!’ Matt is now full on laughing at your reaction. ‘What are you laughing at!’ You give Matt a stomp on his shoulder ‘you look so happy it makes me giggle’

You guys are now laying down on a soft blanket with pillows, snacks, soda’s and these cute small beach chairs. You have your head laid down in his lap. A thought slips in your head. ‘Oh my god can we go swim pretty pleeeasse?’ He looks down at you confused ‘we don’t have like swimwear on rn right?’ ‘We have our underwear hellooo?’ Matt agrees and you almost jump from excitement. He loves seeing you happy, and he loved to do everything for it.

You take of your short red dress and large black boots, Matt hasn’t took of his clothes yet he just liked to watch you. You turn around and you realize ‘oh you naughty little boy!’ Before he takes of his clothes you say ‘now I have the same right watching you getting undressed.’ His cheeks turn a little pink from your face scanning his body while he undresses. you walk over to him and go sit down no not on the chairs he bought, on his lap. You lean into the best kiss yet, he lays his hands on your waist and moves you around a bit. You feel a tent growing right under you. You get of him and you bite your lip, ‘can we go swimming now I didn’t took my clothes of for nothing.’ He gives you a sarcastic offended look. ‘You are a little meanie, you know that right.’ You giggle seeing him in such a needy way.

You take his hand and you two run into the water, you kiss him right away and you guys just keep laughing and kissing for a while. ‘I’m not kidding this is probably the best night I’ve had in my entire life’ Matt’s has the biggest smile ever on his face, ‘not gonna lie I love this night also so much.’ And once again you laid your lips on his lips again.

After a while you both agreed to get out of the water you dry off and get back in the car with everything packed up again. ‘You can grab my hoodie I have one laid in the back’ he says while you pack up the last things in the back the car. ‘Okay thank you baby,’ ‘I probably have a combo in there so maybe there are sweatpants to have no idea.’ ‘I’ll go look thank you ml!’ You kind of yell bc Matt is already waiting for you in the drivers seat.

You are almost home when you realize you don’t go into the right streets, ‘wait what are you doing? These aren’t the streets you need to go to?’ Matt turns his head to you and just smiles ‘were going to my house.’ ‘Oh my god no way!’ Your smile only grows wider and wider this evening.

You arrive at his place and again jump out of the car from excitement. You run to Matt’s side and hug him really tight, ‘I love you sosososo much’ ‘I love you more sweetheart!’ He grabs the stuff from the beach and just lays it down in the garage. ‘I can take that upstairs if you want it i’- ‘no need to baby, I’ll tell Chris to clean it.’ He gives you a kiss and takes you upstairs to the living room where Nick and Chris are watching E.T. once again. ‘Hi guuuys!’ ‘Hi y/n!’ Chris and Nick say at the same time. ‘How did your date go?’ Chris asks ‘omg I need to tell you guys everything!’ You walk over to the couch and tell Nick and Chris to swoop so you could sit right in between them. Matt walks over to get some snacks and watches you tell everything about the amazing night he worked so hard on to organize. Meanwhile Nick looks over to look at Matt and smiles at him and gives him a thumbs up. ‘That’s so amazing!’ Nick says while Chris just keeps on asking about it. ‘Alright dude, can I take her now’ Matt says ‘she’s all yours bro’ Chris says. ‘Bye guuuyss have fun watching E.T.!!’

You walk down the hallway with Matt and he opens the door, ‘wait what?’ Your eyes are wide open by another surprise waiting in his bedroom. ‘Oh my god no fucking way!’ You walk into his room with his bed covered in snacks and soda’s once again. On his night stands are laying down different kinds of sheet face masks.

‘I guess we’re trying them on then’ Matt says you still stand next to him with your jaw wide open. Matt giggles a bit and gives you a little kiss on your cheek, ‘you deserved this’ you finally put your jaws together look at Matt and give him a big hug and a kiss on his lips.

‘So do you want to put on the tiger sheet mask on or should I?’ Matt looks at you but you are already holding up a pug mask ‘oh my god this is the one!’ Matt’s jaw drops ‘no way I brought a pug one..’ you start laughing ‘I bet you know you did.’ ‘No seriously I’- you give him another kiss to shut him up and pull the pug mask out of the plastic. ‘Ew it’s all wet’ Matt looks at the mask with a disgusted face, ‘duh that’s the whole point of it dumbass!’ You start giggling and help Matt put his mask on. ‘I think I’m going to go for a clay mask.’ You say jokingly. ‘No fucking way, you are also going to put a animal on your face. I ain’t going to be the only one!’ ‘I was just joking bae.’ You start almost crying laughing at his face when he realizes how dumb he sounded. Nick and Chris bursted into the room, ‘WHAT THE FUCK!’ Nick yells, he immediately pulls out his phone and takes a picture of Matt. ‘DUDE ARE YOU SERIOUS.’ ‘This is definitely going on the photodumb this Friday!’ Chris gives you a wink and they leave the room. ‘I hate those stupid mfs.’ ‘No you don’t.’ You started giggling at his mad face. ‘Come’ you give him a passionate kiss, ‘I love you so much my love.’ ‘I love you more baby.’

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Sorry the end is a bit confusing but I couldn’t find a right time to end the story and I loved writing this one so I kept on writing hehe🥳

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