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𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤.

𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 18+

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Mike Wheeler was mean. he pushed you in the halls, shot you dirty looks in class and yanked on your hair whenever he got the chance. you didn't understand why, seeing as you two had been the best of friends until that starcourt mall fire three years ago and he went cold on you. like it was your fault his hangout spot burned to the ground and his girlfriend and best friend moved away. it was so long ago for fucks sake.

he was an unnecessarily rude person and when you complained all you got was the same old same old "boys will be boys" and if that was really true then you were in deep shit. your attempts at rekindling your once happy friendship had been in vain until two hours ago the lanky boy suggested you come over to his house after school to talk but there was not a lot of that going on.

"stop fucking moving." mike said in a flat tone and he flipped through channels on the tv.

you two were sat on the couch in his basement- well he was on the couch and you were on his cock with a blanket over your bodies to cover the fact that your pussy was drooling all over him.

"i'm trying not to-"

"you're not trying hard enough." he said. mike placed a hand on your back and shifted on purpose making you let out a loud moan.

he filled you up so good it was almost impossible to think, but you had to keep in mind his promise. he said that if you stayed still he would be your friend again but you two had been at this cruel game an hour and all the teasing shifts he gave from under were killing you. mike said that if you really wanted to be friends you would do anything, that included wanted to be friends you would do anything, that included keeping his dick warm while he watched tv.

your skirt was bunch around your hips and your panties moved to the side, he knew how badly you wanted it. how badly you wanted to bounce on his cock, kiss his lips and grip his hair but he was just too mean to let you have it.

he stopped flipping through channels when a loud star wars movie came on. mike looked up at the basement door, noting that it was still closed before looking back at you.

"go ahead, fuck yourself."