𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

27 | S.M

PROMPT: You stole something of Stu's. (not his virginity obvi lol)

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[Y/N] leaned against the kitchen counter, eyes half-focused on the cluttered table where textbooks and empty soda cans were scattered.

She hadn't planned on being here this long, but somehow, her so-called "study session" at Stu's house had spiraled into an evening of watching terrible movies, cracking jokes, and inevitably getting zero studying done.

Stu Macher was sprawled across the couch, feet hanging off the edge, tossing popcorn in the air and trying to catch it in his mouth.

He missed spectacularly, and the popcorn bounced off his cheek, landing next to him on the couch. He barely noticed, too busy smirking as he looked over at her, his head cocked to the side.

Then his eyes narrowed, and he pointed at her with a slow, mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Wait a sec," he drawled, sitting up a little straighter. "Is that my shirt?"

[Y/N] glanced down at herself and shrugged, nonchalant. She was wearing a worn-out flannel that was way too big for her, sleeves rolled up, hem hitting her mid-thigh.

It had been draped over a chair in his room earlier, and she'd grabbed it as a joke when she got cold. But she hadn't expected him to make a big deal about it.

"Maybe," she replied with a smirk, crossing her arms. "Didn't think you'd miss it. Besides, it looks better on me."

Stu raised an eyebrow, a look of playful challenge in his eyes. "You think so?" He stood up, swaggering over to her until he was close enough that she had to tilt her head up slightly to meet his gaze.

"Definitely," she shot back, keeping her voice steady even though he was looking at her with that spark in his eyes. "It was just lying around, so I figured you wouldn't mind me borrowing it."

"Oh, I don't mind." He leaned closer, his lips quirking up into a sly grin. "But if you're gonna take it, you gotta do something for me in return. You know, fair trade."

"Oh really?" She gave him an unimpressed look, trying to hide the way her pulse was picking up. "And what would that be?"

Stu tilted his head, pretending to think it over, though she could see the mischief flickering in his eyes. "Hmm... how about you agree to a little bet?"

She arched an eyebrow. "A bet? Sounds dangerous."

Stu chuckled, shrugging. "Come on, where's the fun if there's no risk?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help grinning. "Alright, I'm listening. What's the bet?"

"If I win," he said, folding his arms with a smirk, "you owe me a real date. Like, a no-jokes, actually-serious date. Just you and me."

[Y/N] felt her heart skip a beat, but she masked it with a raised eyebrow. "And if I win?"

"If you win," Stu said, his grin widening, "you can keep the shirt. It's all yours. Plus..." He leaned in, his voice dropping. "I'll be your personal slave for a week. Whatever you want."

She let out a laugh, surprised by his offer, and shot him a challenging look. "Alright, Macher, you're on. What's the challenge?"