summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
an. the chapters have been a little short bc i’m starting to fall short on ideas D: thank u for being patient for chapters!!
you pressed play on the movie the moment jongseob walked into the door, he held bags of groceries and snacks for the two of you and placed them on the dining table for him to take care of later. “why did it take you so long to get here?”
“it’s pretty early in the evening, y/n.”
“i sleep early.”
“that sounds like a you problem.”
he eventually sat down on the other end of the couch and placed the bag of snacks onto the coffee table, shifting his focus onto the unfamiliar movie on the screen. “what exactly are we watching..?”
“it’s about a guy who fake dates a girl for a bet originally but he ends up falling for her.”
“that sounds corny.
“it is! that’s why i love it.”
jongseob glanced at the tv again, before switching the focus onto you, “are you sure you want to watch this..?”
“postive. now, shh..”
it was safe to say that jongseob was quite interested in the movie after all. it took a bit of convincing on your end to help allow him to give the movie a chance, but he eventually gave up and caved.
halfway through the movie, jongseob noticed how quiet you have gotten, which caused him to turn his head to check on you. he gasped quietly as if he was about to say something, but once he saw your body laying against the couch pillows, his expression on his face shifted.
he grabbed the nearest plush throw blanket and draped it over you, practically tucking you in for the night. he slowly got up and turned the tv off, kneeling by you and carefully slipped your reading glasses off of your face.
after placing your glasses aside, his eyes fixated onto you for a second, smiling to himself as he admired your beauty for a few moments.
SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.
WC: 2.1k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.
The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.
As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.
But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.
The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.
And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.
But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.
The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.
He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.
But this? This was insane.
Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…
You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.
“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.
“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.
“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.
He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.
His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.
“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.
“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”
He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”
Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…
Really?
“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.
He was so easily … up for it???
Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.
The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.
You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.
At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.
Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.
His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.
The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.
The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.
Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.
“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.
You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.
Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.
user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦
user12: sexy
user90: Missed your face sweetheart
user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘
user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆
“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.
user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍
user77: Mmm do it again
user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘
user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard
As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.
Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.
His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.
“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.
He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.
'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.
“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.
You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.
Money hungry freak.
You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.
“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.
His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.
The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.
He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.
He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.
Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.
Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.
He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.
Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.
“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.
“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.
The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.
“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.
You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs.
He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.
Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.
He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.
“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.
💌 mika’s message! THIS IS MY SMUT DEBUT SO BE KIND TO ME OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE IM SCARED. IF YOU HATE IT CAN YOU PRETEND YOU LIKE IT. Ok anyways sorry this was also a drabble from my Notes that i decided to finish but truthfully!!! this was inspired by another smut i read a few months ago im ngl. So. Take that as u will too thanks. ok i gtg Im scared I GOTTA GO. WE HAVE TO GO.
SUMMARY: When you only planned to go out for drinks with friends, but end up needing a way out when a man won’t leave you alone.
DISCLAIMERS: creepy bar weirdos, uhhh hiiiii HANDSY KEEHO. # protective stranger, no smut bc im still too shy to write that guys but dw ill lock in ok? but ig u can imagine u guys banged idk Lmk ur thoughts.
You regretted coming here the second you stepped inside, but leaving would’ve felt sillier than staying — so instead, you settled onto a barstool and tried to make the best of it. After buying one drink, you began mentally debating on a second for after — just to kill time while you waited for your friends who were already twenty minutes late, and still texting you that they were “on the way.”
The bar itself wasn’t bad, dim lighting softened the room, the music was loud enough to blur conversations into background noise, and people packed close enough that no one would’ve been able to pay you any attention, and yet, you still felt it. Someone’s gaze lingered too long — and your space no longer felt like yours.
And it didn’t take long for that feeling to turn into an actively irritating mosquito that you couldn’t swat away.
He had been hovering for a while before he said anything, close enough that you were hyperaware, and hoping he would somehow take the hint without you having to give it to him directly.
He didn’t though, of course.
“So,” He began, his arm coming to rest against the bar a little too close to yours, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out alone tonight?”
You didn’t look at him. You lifted your drink instead, taking a slow sip. “I’m not alone.”
There was a pause, and then a soft hum. “Looks like it.”
You shifted your body slightly, angling away to create space that he immediately filled again, clearly not registering what you were doing.
Or actually he just didn’t care.
Your fingers tightened around your glass, condensation dampening your grip as your patience thinned. You gave him short answers, nothing that could carry a conversation forward, but he kept trying anyway, leaning closer each time.
You exhaled through your nose, setting your glass down a little harder than necessary. “Take the hint.” You finally said, turning just enough to meet his eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”
Obviously, that was far from true —and honestly, it didn’t even sound convincing coming out of your mouth.
But you said it anyway! Hoping it would be enough to shut him down.
Wrong.
He smiled like you just told him something mildly entertaining, leaning in even closer instead of just backing off like you’d hope. “Oh yeah?”
Your stomach dropped, irritation turning into something tighter and uncomfortable. You were already bracing yourself to repeat it, probably even louder this time, when suddenly the space around you shifted.
A hand had slid around your hip.
You didn’t have time to react before it pulled you back, your body now fitting against someone else’s chest in one smooth motion that felt practiced.
Their hand slid upward from your hip, palm dragging along your side in a way that made your brain circuit — the movement felt deliberate, and they were taking their sweet time.
Your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up, heat rushing wherever their touch followed. By the time their hand reached your waist, it settled there firmly, fingers spreading just enough to keep you right where they wanted you.
“There you are.”
His voice was low and close enough that you felt it more than heard it at first, the sound brushing past your ear as your breath caught.
For a moment, you went completely still. Because what the fuck.
Then, gaining all the courage you could, you turned your head just enough to look up, and recognition hit almost instantly.
You had noticed him earlier, but not on purpose. Upon entering the bar, you were quick to spot him from across the room, laughing with someone and leaning against a wall — it was no secret that he was handsome, god he was beautiful, and that’s exactly why he caught your eye.
And now he was right behind you, his hand still resting at your waist, holding you in place like it was the most natural thing in the world.
His eyes met yours briefly, completely unreadable, but there was something in them that made it clear he understood exactly what was happening without you having to say a word.
“Oh—” The guy in front of you hesitated, clearly thrown off now, his attention snapping between the two of you, “I didn’t know you were—”
“Yeah,” The stranger cut in smoothly, finally giving him a look — his tone was flat, leaving no room to argue.
His hand shifted slightly against your side, fingers pressing just enough to ground you, while his thumb brushed once along your bare waist in a slow, absent motion that made your breath catch again.
“She gets a little distracted sometimes,” He added, like it was an inside joke, something casual to sound real without trying too hard.
The difference was immediate. The guy in front of you had straightened, whatever confidence he had before was slipping now that you were not alone and someone else had stepped in to take up the space beside you in a way he couldn’t compete with.
“Well… she didn’t say—”
“Oh, but I think she did.” He didn’t raise his voice and the way he said it made it clear this conversation was over.
The guy muttered something under his breath, stepping back, and within seconds he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with someone you had never met still holding you like he had every reason to.
And he didn’t even let go right away.
His arm stayed around your waist, his body angled behind yours, close enough that you could still feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.
“You okay?” He finally asked — his voice softer now, closer to your ear.
You nodded, a little too quickly. “Yeah. I’m— I’m good. Thank you.”
His grip loosened then, not all at once, but you were now able to turn. His hand slid slightly along your waist as you shifted to face him, but you didn’t step away from it.
There was barely any space between you two, so close that you could actually take him in properly. You noticed the way his hair fell slightly out of place, and the subtle curve of his mouth that was holding back a smile. You admired the way his eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.
“Didn’t mean to invade your space like that, just thought you might needed a hand,” He explained himself, edged with something that sounded amused.
A small breath of a laugh slipped out of you. “No, thank you — I appreciate it.”
Your pulse picked up again, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he still was and of the way his hand hadn’t fully left you, resting lightly against your side.
“Do you always pretend to be strangers’ boyfriends, or am I just special?” You asked, tilting your head just slightly, trying to keep your voice steady.
That got a reaction. Something sweet settled into his expression and irmade your chest tighten.
“Depends,” He said, his voice dropping slightly. “You planning on needing me again tonight?”
Your breath caught at the question. “Maybe,” You admitted.
A quiet smile pulled at his lips, something almost satisfied in it. “Then I think your boyfriend should at least get you another drink.”
You raised a brow, a hint of a smile breaking through. “I think my boyfriend owes me his name first.”
He let out a soft laugh. “Fair.” His gaze still fixed on yours and he wasn’t in any hurry to look away. “Keeho.”
You repeated it with a small smile, giving your name in return.
Keeho leaned in slightly, closing what little space was left between you, his gaze holding yours. “Now… how about that drink?” He murmured, his grip at your waist tightening just enough to remind you it was still there.
You let out a quiet breath, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself, your gaze staying locked on his. “By all means.”
His lips curved, something satisfied settling in his expression as a low laugh slipped out.
“Good answer.”
💌 mika’s message! This was a drabble in my Notes i decided to finish bc i love Rev and that is my best friend so this is For them anyways trying to write oneshots again ok so i’m testing the waters Lmk. Did It eat. i tried really hard aka i recycled this plot from another fandom i wrote it for 😍😍
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SUMMARY: You and Hwang Intak have been friends for as long as you can remember — though it’s always been more arguments than affection. Helping him impress another girl should be easy… !!! Until it really isn’t.
001: New In The Studio.
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💌 mika’s message! ok we’re gonna act like i didn’t just unpublish everything bc i hated where i was going with it. this is a new smau that none of u have read before. ok? thank u sm. HWANG INTAK IM READY FOR YOU.
summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
you held a small black teddy bear plush behind your back, knocking on your roommate’s door. you had just come back from running errands, and as a peace offering, you decided to bring something back for jongseob.
after hearing his faint voice yell for you to come in, you slipped into his bedroom with your hands behind your back. “i won’t take too much of your time.”
he sat resting his back against the headboard, looking up at you from his laptop before running his fingers through his hair. “what do you want?” he asked, putting his hair up into a half-up-half-down man bun.
“i’m sorry about what happened a couple days ago.. again.. i didn’t mean to put the blame on you.” you sighed playfully.
“i already said it’s fine, y/n. what is this really about?” he asked, shifting his focus back onto his laptop as he began typing on it again.
“so impatient,” you mumbled, “well, i got you this bear from the market today. kinda looks like you now that i’m looking at it.” you teased, tossing the bear onto his lap.
“what for..?” he questioned, looking down at the bear onto his lap, “what did you do..?”
“nothing? i just wanted to solidify our peace between us.” you crossed your arms, leaning against his doorframe.
“to solidify our peace, will you stop bringing your boyfriend over while i’m here?”
“you never complain when it’s moka or kaz. plus, he’s not my boyfriend.”
jongseob picked up the bear and scanned it with his eyes, tossing it to the side before shutting his laptop. he stood from his bed, adjusting his loose sweater and his sweatpants, making his way towards the door where you stood.
“i don’t complain because they’re not guys, y/n. if i brought a girl into our apartment it’d make you uncomfortable, right?” he asked, leaning against the door. “you’d be jealous.”
“jealous? gross, i’m not into you.” you rolled your eyes, now feeling the space between you two feel smaller than it was just moments ago. “plus, that guy was just a friend.”
“just a friend? he had his arm around you and constantly complimented you on your looks.” he mentioned, “plus, friends don’t look at each other that way.”
“what way?”
“you know what way.”
you turned your head towards him, noticing that his gaze never left you. the space between you felt small, almost as if you were standing face to face. he looked as if he was ready to risk it all, which caused your stomach to sink.
“okay, i’m gonna go.. good night.” you breathed, retreating from his bedroom entrance and entering your own bedroom.
jongseob stood there for a minute and smiled to himself as he played back the moments that had just happened in his head, biting his lip before reentering his room and shutting the door.
SUMMARY: You and Hwang Intak have been friends for as long as you can remember — though it’s always been more arguments than affection. Helping him impress another girl should be easy… !!! Until it really isn’t.
003: How Desperate Are You.
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💌 mika’s message! can anyone hear me??? let me cook ok??? it’s still starting… don’t fret…. we’re getting there.. also if u havent caught on , sndc = snu dance collective which is their dance team and classical (ballet) is the sub unit reader & friends are all in while hip hop is piwon. r u catching my drift. i’m gonna write that in the narrative eventually but im just checking if ur catching on. Ok Bye i love u.
summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
an. needed to get the plot going so this was kinda all over the place hahshchahshs..
you sat on the couch with intak’s arm around you, watching another one of those cheesy 2000s rom-com films you love, half paying attention and half not paying attention.
what had your attention exactly was the lingering question of: what were you two?
you two had been going out for quite some time, but every time the topic of relationships comes up, the conversation goes elsewhere.
“hey, could we talk about something?” you asked, turning towards the boy who was semi-focused on the television. “what exactly.. are we?”
“what do you mean?” intak tilted his head, now shifting his gaze onto you.
“what are we? are we together? are we just friends? you’re kinda sending me mixed signals here.”
“well, uh..”
you hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, to which your roommate shows up and holds one of your lipglosses in his hand.
“is this yours..? i found it on the bathroom sink.”
“do you live with other people? who else would own lipgloss here in the house.” you spoke, somewhat embarrassed about the situation.
“sorry, i was just wondering.”
jongseob wasn’t sorry, he knew exactly what he was doing.
once your roommate disappeared down the hallway, intak scratched his neck and sat up, running his hands through his hair, “sorry, this is kind of.. awkward for me.”
your eyebrows pinched, “awkward? how?”
“it’s just that.. you never really told me your roommate’s a guy.”
“is that a problem? i didn’t think that would be a problem.”
“clearly we have to talk about this another time, thanks for having me over, y/n.”
summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
SYNOPSIS: Text messages between you and your ex boyfriend who is now trying to be apart of his daughter’s life.
DISCLAIMERS: strictly smau, more angsty than the others, mentions of miscarriage, uhhhh uhh sick baby / throwing up and i think that’s it, happy ish kind of ending yeah.
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💌 mika’s message! ok i took forever with this one but i finally did it….. im not rlly a fan of writing angst but I TRIED. OK? LMK. thank u thank u!!! that concludes the babydaddy series thank you sooo much for ur time. i appreicate it #Motion
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summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
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