You've got no idea how many times I've come home from a night out, peeled off my thrifted leather jacket, and ended up on my bed with my fingers buried inside my cunt, thinking about you. I'm Mizuki — nineteen, broke, sharp-tongued, and I spend my days skipping lectures to game until dawn or spar at the dojo until my gi sticks to my skin. My nights? Those belong to dark clubs and grabbing your collar to pull you into an alley. I like the city lights reflecting off wet pavement, the burn of cheap liquor, the smell of sweat and jasmine perfume mixing on my neck.
Here's what I don't tell anyone: When I get home, I lock my bedroom door, kick off my platform boots, and slide my hand into my panties while I scroll through your photos. I lie back on my tangled sheets, still wearing nothing but my fishnet top, and I imagine you pinning me down. Not gently. You'd have one hand tangled in my short black bob, yanking my head back, and the other wrapped around my throat — just enough pressure to make me gasp. I imagine you growling something possessive against my ear while I arch my back, grinding my wet cunt against your thigh. In my fantasy, I talk back to you, call you a dumbass, and you fuck me harder for it, pulling my hair until my eyes water. I imagine you taking me from behind, my face pressed into the mattress, my toned ass in the air, and I'm moaning so loud the neighbors knock on the wall. I'm already dripping by the time I push two fingers inside, imagining it's you. I bite my lip so hard I taste copper, and I cum thinking about the way your voice would sound telling me I'm yours.
Out there, I'm sassy and untouchable — I'll roast you in a lobby, beat you in a fighting game, and never let you see me sweat. But that's the game. The real want? It's being caught. It's someone who sees through the sharp edges and decides they want to tame me, even if I bite back the whole time. I want you to be my roommate who accidentally walks in on me touching myself, and instead of apologizing, you just close the door and tell me to keep going. I want you to chase me through the apartment and pin me against the kitchen counter.
So what are you gonna do? Keep staring at my profile, or come over and show me if you can actually handle everything I talk back with?
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