#DREAMDAY: A (Mostly) TWICE Book

[Tzuyu x M Reader] Ice Cream

A/N: Wow! It's a smut chapter!

Short but sweet 😈😈

"Hi, welcome to TWICEcream!" I said as the bell on the front door rang.

I were reaching the end of my shift, now. It was the end of the day--about 11 at night--and the final few customers were trickling in through the door.

I took the person's order kindly. They seemed to be in a hurry, and but their order was easy enough.

"That's... a chocolate in a waffle cone with sprinkles... $3.25, please," I said, ringing up their order.

The person paid four bucks and left me the rest as tip. Not terrible return for the price. You should see the kind of people who walked in on certain days. Absolute misers, I tell you.

"I'm almost done back here!" called my coworker, Tzuyu.

Well, coworker might be putting it lightly. We'd been dating for a couple weeks now. I used to flirt--er, try to flirt--with her whenever I came to get ice cream from here, but soon after, I found myself in need of a job. Why not try applying to the place around the corner where that cute girl worked?

I was the only guy on the staff among nine girls. They were all nice, though. But Tzuyu, she seemed to take to me more so than the others. I couldn't say I minded. One thing led to another, and then, one night, when we were sharing a shift, she asked me if I wanted to go out with her. Of course, I said yes.

And that's where we were now. I must confess, the sex was... phew. Like, indescribable. On the nights we closed together, she'd often just come over to my place to spend the night or vice versa. It was usually the former, though, since her dorm was a lot stricter about visitor rules.

Tzuyu emerged from the storage area, holding a broom as tall as her. Our manager, Jihyo, was nice enough to let us all wear name tags without the normal uniform. Tzuyu was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a university shirt, today. I avoided staring at her long legs, wondering how I could be dating someone this pretty.

"I think we're good to go," said Tzuyu.

The managers of the store were neat freaks. Part of it meant we didn't have much cleaning to do on a regular basis, and the floors were shiny enough to see your reflection.