𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | DR Girlfriend Imagines

Hard to Resist - Miu Iruma (Semi-NSFW Warning)

Part 3 of I Kissed a Girl.

Sorry guys, no full on NSFW stuff for this chapter like you expected. But I mean, I could write one for you guys if you asked nicely...

Oh let's be honest, you're all probably gonna ask anyway--

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"How hard do you want it?"

"Hard enough to make me fall for you..."

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'If this bitch is late, I swear--'

Miu scowled impatiently as she waited at a nearby food court. Y/N was running late, and the mall was starting to become more and more crowded as it drew closer to lunchtime. Meaning that Miss Miu Iruma herself, was stuck being seen alone in public. Looking like a complete idiot as she was surrounded by so many lovey-dovey couples on dates. 

'Goddammit Y/N you're making me look like a loser!' Miu cursed at herself and began to stand up. Deciding to just leave, as it was obvious that Y/N had played her. 'Screw this bet. She probably ditched me! That sneaky, conniving, little bi--'

"Miu!"

The inventor turned around and felt her breath hitch. Her heart beating sporadically out of her chest when she saw Y/N lightly jogging towards her. Why was she so excited though...? It's not like she was developing feelings already...right?

"You actually came!"

"Pfft! Course I did! The golden-brained genius never backs down from a bet," Miu grinned and tried to dismiss the fact that she was indeed ready to back out. Guess it was too late now, as she was stuck with a hot girl for the rest of the day. 

Not like she minded.

The inventor slowly trailed her eyes down to what Y/N was wearing. A really cute F/C top along with some plain white shorts. It was simple, yes, but goddammit-- Y/N just looked so cute in it. 

"You look hot," Miu commented, smirking and putting a hand to her hip. 

"Don't I always?" Y/N responded, fluttering her lashes in a flirtatious manner as the inventor blushed. 

"Don't get too cocky, babe," Miu scoffed, tensing up when she felt something warm interlock with her hand. Y/N was holding her hand, fuck. 

"What're you doing?" she asked, looking down at their interlocked hands as Y/N grinned. 

"Holding hands, silly! What, don't tell me you've never held hands with a cute girl before," Y/N giggled, dragging the inventor forward as she struggled to sputter out a response. "O-Of course not! I've held hands with a bajillion of cute girls! You're-- Y-You're no exception!"

"Whatever you say, babe," Y/N mocked, smiling when she saw the inventor's cheeks turn bright pink. Truth be told, Miu had no experience when it came to romantic love. Only lust. So everything this girl was showing her, was something completely new to Miu. It was strange, but she was enjoying it nonetheless.