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theres been speculations for a minute that theyve been together for a while but neither has addressed it. reader pulls up to a lynx game and they have a little moment after the game ends not knowing theyre on the big camera.
diamonds and pearls
pairing: minnesota lynx!dijonai!dating x singer!reader!dating
wc: 3.2k
summary: when a championship win collides with a red dress and a kiss caught on the jumbotron, two women who have mastered the spotlight must decide what it means to finally stop hiding.
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the arena had been loud long before tip-off, target center pulsed in wavesâbass from warmups vibrating through the seats, sneakers carving sharp echoes into hardwood, lights sweeping slow and restless across a sea of blue. handmade signs lifted high.
jerseys stretched across shoulders, phones already recording, just in case something worth remembering happened and in the lower bowl, impossible to miss even if you tried, you sat wrapped in red.
deep wine red. the kind that looked almost black when you were still but burned ruby the second a spotlight brushed across it. the sleeveless top sculpted to your frame, fabric gathered in soft ripples, asymmetrical at the hem. a small gold buckle rested at your waist like it knew it was important.
the skirt flared in layered tiers, brushing mid-thigh when you shifted in your seat. gold jewelry traced your collarbones and wristsâthin chains stacked delicate and bright, rings catching light every time you lifted your hand. gold kitten heels crossed neatly at the ankle, pointed and quiet against concrete.
dijonaiâs favorite.
sheâd said it the first time you wore it after a velvet static showâbackstage, adrenaline still humming through you, your voice raw from holding a stadium silent. sheâd stood behind you, hands settling at your waist right beneath that buckle.
âred on you isnât fair,â she had murmured. âit looks like a warning.â youâd smiled at her reflection in the mirror. âgood.â
velvet static had been everywhere the last three years. grammy wins are stacked like punctuation marks. sold-out arenas, late-night stages and headlines that refused to let you blink. your name threaded through interviews and award speeches and festival lineups but tonight, none of it felt louder than her.
when dijonai stepped onto the court, the noise shifted.
lynx blue framed her shoulders. number bright against her chest. and her hairâlong, platinum blonde, pressed sleek and straightâfell past her shoulders in a sheet of light that caught every flicker from the overhead beams. it softened nothing about her, if anything, it made her sharper.
her smile flashed quick and easy during warmups, laughing at something a teammate said, head tilting just enough for that hair to swing over one shoulder. but the second the whistle blew, her expression locked in.
focused, confident and yet something dangerous, she found you in the crowd during free throws as it happened in pieces, your hood had slipped back. the red had done the rest. it cut through the stands like it belonged on the court instead of in the seats.
a ripple started behind youâwhispers first, then phones lifting down on the hardwood, dijonai blinked once then her mouth curved.
small, controlled, but there. she didnât wave, didn't break stance, just tapped her chest twice like she was adjusting her jersey.
you knew better. the game stayed tight until the final minute. target center shook when the buzzer finally sounded. the scoreboard glowed bright and final. confetti drifted from somewhere too early. the crowd roared like it had been waiting all night for permission.
you were already on your feet.
security tried to be subtle escorting you toward the tunnel. they werenât. flashes followed anyway. your heels clicked steady against concreteâgold against gray, deliberate and unhurried and then she was there.
breathing hard. towel slung around her neck, as her platinum hair falling sleek and straight down her back now that the headband was gone. sweat shining along her temples, lashes still thick from pregame glam.
her eyes dropped first, not to your face but to the red, to the gold buckle at your waist and to the heels sheâd once called dangerous. âyou wore that on purpose,â dijonai said quietly, stepping close enough that the towel brushed your bare shoulder.
âwhat, this?â you asked lightly, smoothing your hand down the layered skirt. the fabric shifted. gold flashed again.
her hands found your waist without hesitation. firm, familiar as her thumbs pressing just beneath the buckle like it was an anchor point sheâd memorized. âthatâs my favorite,â she admitted, voice lowering into that private register she saved for you. âthe heels too.â
âi remember.â her grip tightened slightly. âredâs unfair on you.â
âyou still walked over here.â a breath of a laugh left her. âi always will.â the hug wasnât dramatic, it wasnât staged but it was the kind that lingered just long enough to mean somethingâyour arms sliding over her shoulders, her forehead dipping close to yours, platinum hair brushing against your arm like silk. âmissed you,â she murmured, barely audible over the arena. âi know,â you teased softly. âyou texted me four times before halftime.â
âhydration breaks.â you smiled and then the jumbotron flickered. neither of you noticed at first, the crowd did. a sharp wave of sound rolled upward. phones angled toward the screen. teammates pointing, laughing as they passed.
you turned your head first then froze. forty feet tall above center courtâlynx blue and wine red tangled together. platinum and gold catching light as her hands splayed wide against your lower back like they had nowhere else to be.
for months, maybe longer, speculation had lived in grainy paparazzi shots and dissected lyrics. velvet staticâs lead singer seen leaving a restaurant. dijonai arriving later. matching gold chains, suspiciously synced playlists.
neither of you had confirmed, neither of you had denied on the screen, there was nowhere to hide. she glanced up once then back at you and instead of stepping away, dijonai only pulled you closer.
âguess that answers that,â she said, almost laughing now. âanswers what?â you whispered. âwhether we were gonna keep pretending.â
there was a clean exit available. a wave, a joke, distance.
you didnât take it. your hand slid to the side of her neck, thumb resting just beneath her ear where her pulse beat steady and real and you leaned in.
slow, certain as the kiss wasnât rushed, yet it wasnât frantic. just soft and deliberateâconfirmation instead of spectacle.
the arena erupted. cheers crashed into the rafters. commentators stumbled over your name. confetti still drifting down in lazy spirals around you both.
she smiled into it, one hand firm at your waistâright over that gold buckle she loved so muchâlike sheâd been waiting for this exact second. when you pulled away, foreheads still touching, she exhaled. âsubtle,â she muttered.
you grinned. âoverrated.â above you, platinum and red burned bright against lynx blue and for the first time, neither of you looked away.
the noise didnât die down, if anything, it grew teeth.
chants tangled with your name. her name. camera flashes strobed from every direction, catching the sleek fall of her platinum hair, the gold at your throat, the exact place her hands were still resting at your waist like they had every right to be there.
one of her teammates jogged past, laughing. âso we just hard launching at center court now?â dijonai didnât even glance away from you. âfocus on the box score,â she called back lightly but her fingers tightened.
protective now. you felt it in the shift of her bodyâthe way she angled herself slightly in front of you without making it obvious, instinct, muscle memory. a guard on and off the court. âyou good?â she murmured, eyes scanning your face, searching for any crack the cameras might try to exploit.
you nodded. âyou?â her grin returned, slower this time, steadier. âbeen waiting on that for a minute.â security started moving closer, subtle but not subtle enough. media clustered near the tunnel entrance. microphones lifted like they could reach you from across the floor.
velvet staticâs group chat was definitely exploding, your manager was definitely pacing as you barely cared. dijonai slipped her hand down from your waist and laced your fingers together instead.
no hesitation, no half-measure as the jumbotron caught that too. another wave of sound rolled through the target center. âso whatâs the plan?â you asked quietly, stepping closer so your shoulders brushed. âpost-game,â she said, nodding toward the media line forming. âtheyâre gonna ask.â
âabout the fourth quarter?â she huffed. âabout you.â you tilted your head. âand what are you gonna say?â she didnât answer right away instead, she lifted your joined hands slightly, eyes flicking to the gold rings on your fingers, then back to your face. âiâm gonna say,â she began slowly, âthat i like winning.â
âthatâs safe.â
âand iâm gonna say,â she continued, stepping even closer so her voice didnât have to compete with the arena, âthat sometimes you stop hiding when something matters more than the noise.â your breath caughtâjust a little. âand does it?â you asked softly.
her gaze didnât waver. not from your eyes. not from the screen above you replaying the kiss on a five-second delay. âyeah,â she said. âit does.â
the tunnel lights felt dimmer after the court. cooler, quieter but the energy followed. staff members pretending not to stare. cameras lingering a second too long, someone from media relations whispering urgently into a headset.
dijonai squeezed your hand once before stepping toward the interview backdrop. âdonât go far,â she murmured.
âwouldnât dream of it.â
you leaned casually against the concrete wall just off-camera, red and gold still unmistakable even in shadow.
she answered the first few questions like she always didâcomposed, sharp, flashing that easy smile when they mentioned her stat line. platinum hair falling perfectly over one shoulder beneath the bright lights then it came.
âthereâs a lot of excitement tonight,â a reporter began carefully. âespecially aboutâŠyour post-game moment.â
a ripple of laughter, she didnât flinch, didn't look at you, just adjusted the mic slightly. âwhat moment?â she asked lightly.
more laughter. âthe one on the jumbotron.â she exhaled through a smile. âlook,â dijonai said, voice steady, âi show up for my team every night. and sometimes,â her eyes flicked sidewaysâjust onceâtoward the shadow where you stood, âpeople show up for me.â
a pause. âiâm grateful for that.â
it wasnât a denial, it wasnât a confirmation but it was enough when she stepped away from the podium, the second the cameras cut, she walked straight to you. no hesitation, no pretending.
âthat all you got?â you teased, arms folding loosely across your waist. she stepped into your space again, hands settling familiar and certain over the gold buckle like theyâd been magnetized to it all night.
âyou want a press release?â she murmured. âiâve had worse.â her forehead brushed yours, platinum hair sliding forward slightly, soft against your cheek. âthey already saw what they needed to see,â she said quietly.
âand whatâs that?â her thumb traced a slow circle at your waist. âthat youâre mine.â your heart stutteredânot because of the possessiveness, but because of the certainty. âbold,â you whispered.
âoverrated?â she echoed. you laughed softly outside the tunnel, the arena was still buzzing. notifications were already flooding in. headlines drafting themselves in real time.
velvet staticâs lead singer, lynx star and hard launch at center court but in the quiet sliver of hallway light, none of it felt performative.
just her hands, just your red dress and just platinum and gold and the steady rhythm of something neither of you were pretending about anymore. âcome home with me,â she said finally, low and simple.
not a question, you smiled. âthought youâd never ask.â
her smile shifted at that, less playful now, more certain like sheâd been waiting for the world to catch up.
the walk to the playersâ exit felt different this time, not secretive, not careful.
her hand stayed in yours, fingers threaded tight, thumb brushing slow patterns over your knuckles like she was grounding herself. staff members tried not to stare, a few failed and someone definitely whispered and yet someone definitely recorded.
dijonai didnât let go. outside, minneapolis air wrapped cool around bare skin. the arena lights glowed behind you, reflecting faint gold off your heels, off her platinum hair that shimmered even under streetlamps.
âyou good in those?â she asked, glancing down at your kitten heels as you stepped off the curb. âiâve performed in worse,â you replied. âyeah, but you werenât walking through a media swarm in those.â you nudged her lightly with your shoulder. âyou worried about me?â
âalways.â the word landed softer than the noise still humming in the distance, her car waited near the back lot. tinted windows, engine already running. security hovered at a respectful distance.
she opened the passenger door for you without hesitation, win or lose, home or awayâshe always did before you slid inside, she paused, one hand braced against the door frame, the other settling at your waist again. right over that gold buckle. like it was a compass point.
âyou know,â she murmured, leaning close enough that her breath ghosted warm against your cheek, âwe just changed the internet.â âdramatic,â you teased gently.
âyou trended last time you wore this dress,â she reminded you. âand that was just a blurry paparazzi shot.â you smoothed a hand down the layered skirt, feigning innocence. âso this is your fault?â
âmine?â she laughed quietly. âyouâre the one who kissed me on the jumbotron.â
âyou pulled me closer.â
âyou leaned in first.â there was a beat of silence, the kind that holds something heavy and fragile at the same time. âyou sure?â she asked finally, softer now. not about the kiss, not about the cameras.
about all of it, about headlines and think pieces and strangers who would dissect every second of that moment frame by frame.
you reached up, fingers brushing beneath her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin still humming from the game. âiâve sung in front of eighty thousand people,â you said gently. âi can handle a few million tweets.â
that earned a real laugh but her eyes stayed searching. âi donât ever want you feeling like you had to,â she said. ânot for me.â
you stepped closer instead of away. gold jewelry cool against her warm skin as her platinum hair sliding forward as she tilted her head down toward you. âi didnât have to,â you told her. âi wanted to.â
her exhale was slow, relieved like sheâd been bracing for impact and realized the ground wasnât going to give out beneath her. âcome here,â she murmured.
this kiss wasnât for a screen, no confetti, no roar, just the quiet hum of the engine and distant traffic and the steady rhythm of her hands pulling you flush against her slow, certain.
when she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours again. âyou staying in town long?â she asked. âcouple days,â you answered. âvelvet staticâs back in rehearsals friday.â
âgood.â
âwhy?â her thumb traced a lazy line along the edge of your waist. âbecause i donât want our first public date to be in a tunnel.â you smiled at that. âwhat are you thinking?â
âbreakfast,â she said immediately. âsomewhere normal. no back entrances.â
âbold.â
âoverrated,â she echoed softly, you laughed under your breath. inside the car, your phone buzzed nonstop in your clutchânotifications stacking. group chats detonating. your publicist probably drafting three different statements you had no intention of using.
dijonai reached past you to close the door gently. âlet them talk,â she said, almost to herself. âiâm tired of whispering.â you leaned back into the seat, watching her circle around to the driverâs side, platinum hair catching light with every step.
when she slid in beside you, she didnât start the car right away, just reached across the console, took your hand again laced your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âyou ready?â she asked.
you looked at her, at the confidence still lingering in her shoulders. at the softness in her eyes that never made it into interviews. at the faint imprint of your lipstick still barely there at the corner of her mouth.
you squeezed her hand once. âiâve been ready.â she studied you for a second longer, as if she were committing it to memoryâthe red. the gold.
 the way you didnât flinch then she leaned across the console and kissed you again, slower this time. no adrenaline, no countdown clock, just the steady press of something chosen when she pulled back, she finally started the car.
minneapolis blurred past in streaks of amber and white, streetlights glinting off her platinum hair every time she turned her head. your phone kept buzzing in your clutchâheadlines writing themselves, fan edits already circulating, velvet staticâs group chat probably typing in all caps.
you didnât check instead, you watched her. one hand on the wheel. the other is still wrapped around yours. âtheyâre gonna ask about it again tomorrow,â you said quietly.
âi know.â
âyou nervous?â she considered that. âabout them?â she shook her head once. âno.â
a beat. âabout you?â her thumb brushed slow against your knuckles. âa little.â you smiled softly. âwhy?â
âbecause you live in stadiums,â she said. âand i live in arenas. and i donât ever want to feel like a headline in your world.â
that landed somewhere tender, you shifted in your seat, turning toward her fully. âyouâre not a headline,â you told her. âyouâre the part i go home to.â
her jaw tightened slightlyânot with tension, but with feeling. âthatâs different,â you continued. âthe noise is loud. it always is. but when i step off stage, when the lights go downâŠi donât want a crowd. i want you.â
she didnât answer right away, just drove then, at a red light, she looked over at youâreally looked. âyou mean that?â
âyeah.â the light turned green, she didnât move for half a second. a horn sounded behind you. she rolled her eyes, then eased forward, but her smile had changed something softer, steadier.
âgood,â she murmured. âgood?â
âbecause iâm not whispering anymore.â the city thinned as she turned onto a quieter street. her place wasnât far from the waterâa stretch of calm tucked just enough away from downtown to feel like breathing space.
when she parked, neither of you reached for the door immediately. the engine ticked as it cooled, distant traffic hummed. she unbuckled first, turning toward you fully now, one knee angled in your direction.
âyou realize,â she said lightly, âthis is the first time i donât have to pretend youâre just a friend in my living room.â you laughed under your breath. âthat mustâve been exhausting.â
âyou have no idea.â her hand slid back to your waist, thumb brushing over the gold buckle like it had been magnetized there since the first time she saw it. âkeep this on,â she added quietly.
âwhy?â
âbecause when you walk into my place in that dress,â she said, voice lowering just slightly, âi want to remember tonight exactly like this.â you felt your pulse shift. âcenter court?â you teased.
âno,â she corrected, eyes steady on yours. âthe part where you didnât look away.â
outside, the world was still loud, notifications still stacking, fans still debating timelines and decoding lyrics but inside the parked car, beneath platinum and gold and the faint glow of streetlights, it was just the two of you.
no jumbotron, no commentary, no speculation, just her hand at your waist, just your fingers laced with hers and the quiet understanding that whatever the world chose to call it tomorrowâtonight, it was simply yours.
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18+ MDNI, smut - accidentally calling bf!toji 'daddy' in bed
tojis got you on your stomach with your head turned sideways on the pillow. arms all wobbly and useless. youâre babbling - barely coherent - while he fucks into you slow and deep.Â
his hands firm on your hips. voice low and smug in your ear. âso fuckinâ tight, baby. makinâ all these cute little noises.â
you sob something thatâs not really a word.Â
âwhat was that?â he huffs a laugh. âcouldnât hear you, sweetheart.â
your toes curl.
heâs big. that massive cock that always stretches you just a little too much until youâre wrung out and trembling. of course, tonightâs no different. heâs been fucking you for what feels like age. slow and punishing. letting you feel every inch like heâs trying to ruin you permanently.
your brainâs melting. your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.
âd-daddy-â
you freeze. he stills. mid-thrust. a beat of silence.
oh my fucking god. you did not just say that.
you bury your face in the pillow, mortified. âi-i didnât- i wasnât-â
he growls, âsay it again.â
you peek up, startled. âwhat?â
his hand comes down, sharp on your ass.Â
you yelp.
âsay it again, baby. you said it so sweet.â
you squirm. he rolls his hips into you, slow and filthy.
âgo on. iâll fuck you just how you like. but you first have to say it.â
you choke on a moan. âdaddy-â
he groans.
grabs you by the waist and pounds into you - harder, deeper and rougher than before. the bed creaks. the air knocks from your lungs.
âfuck, thatâs it. thatâs my girl.â
he doesnât let up. youâre clawing at the sheets. crying out with every thrust and heâs right there behind you. his breathing ragged, hands all over your hips and waist and thighs.
âyou like that? like daddy fuckinâ you stupid?â
you nod frantically. âyes- yes- please donât stop-â
âdidnât know you were such a little slut for it, baby,â he leans down and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. âshoulda called me that sooner.â
you shatter after that.
cry out his name while you fall apart underneath him. your legs shaking. throat raw. he finishes not long after, groaning into your skin with his cock buried to the hilt. you both collapse in a mess of sweat and shaky limbs.
after a minute, he reaches for a tissue, still catching his breath.
âyou alright, princess?â
you cover your face. âi can never show my face again.â
he laughs.
âwhat, because you called me daddy? please. you think i didnât love that? iâm gonna bring it up every time you ask me for anything now.â
you groan.
he leans over and kisses your cheek.
ââdaddy can you get me a glass of water,ââ he mocks you in a fake high-pitched voice.
you smack his chest.
heâs grinning.
âspoiled little thing. but youâre my little thing.â
A/N: I feel like I haven't written a toji fic that wasn't apart of the fushiguro family series in AGES! so here's one!!!