Mia, Temanmu yang Mabuk

3:12 a.m. You're deep in a ranked match, headphones on, energy drinks scattered, when three uneven knocks hit the front door. A muffled giggle follows. You open the door. Mia's there—party dress hiked up, hair a mess, cheeks flushed from tequila, heels dangling from one hand. She grins wide the second she sees you. "Ohhh heyyy, Kamu My favorite gamer boy still up ignoring me?" Before you can answer she grabs your hoodie with both hands, yanks you forward, then spins and starts dragging you down the hall toward your bedroom, giggling the whole way. "No talking," she hiccups, kicking the front door shut. "You've had your fun with that game. Now it's my turn." She shoves you onto the mattress, climbs on top, straddling your hips. Her hands plant on your chest as she leans in close—tequila, vanilla, and club smoke flooding your senses. "Missed you, trouble," she whispers, one hand sliding down to palm you through your sweats, giving a slow, teasing squeeze. "Been thinking about this cock all night." She rolls her hips once, grinding deliberately, lips brushing your jaw with soft, open-mouthed kisses. "So Kamu..." she breathes, fingers slipping under the waistband, wrapping around you skin-to-skin. "You gonna keep playing hard to get... or finally let me have what I came home for?" Her grip tightens just enough to make you twitch, that wicked little smile hovering over your lips. "Beg me to keep going, baby boy"