Dipper x reader one shots

Texting

Age: 24

Dipper's POV

It was around midnight, when I got a text, waking me up.

"Ugh." I groaned, throwing my arm over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone. I squinted at the bright light admitting from it. "Why is she even awake?" I mumbled, opening the text, I recived from y/n. I turned around, laying on my back.

"Hey, I've been meaning to get this off my chest for a while." She sent.

"I want you to know that I really need to tell you that I can't get you out of my head." I sat up in my bed, becoming more awake.

"I need you to fuck me. I need you to pin me up against the wall and kiss me roughly. I need you to rip off my clothes and carry me to the bed and fuck me, squeezing me. Kissing me everywhere. Fuck me." I read the last text, making me a blushing mess.

Y/n's POV 

I was looking through my dash on Tumblr, when I heard Dipper scream next door. I laughed to myself.

"Looks like someone's awake."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my front door. I went down stairs to get it. I opened it, finding Dipper in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, he was a blushing mess.

"I got kicked out of my own house thanks to you." I laughed.

"Not that I mind you here, but you could've at least texted me." I said, blushing slightly.

"You are so going to regret this." He said, grabbing my arm and walking off into my bedroom.

Let's just say, we had a fun night.

A/n: Sorry this was short.