Friends With Benefits (Mika Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

"What the fuck is wrong?" Mika asked while I slammed the car door shut and fastened my seatbelt.

"Just step on it." I demanded him. He obeyed but wouldn't let up. He kept sighing indicating he wanted me to tell him why I was so worked up.

"I'm driving myself to work from now on Mika..." I say, "Well once I find another job, that is." He chuckled.

"You got fired?" he shook his head.

"Don't laugh at me. I also didn't get fired. I had to quit because my weird ass boss— " I paused. I knew that if I told Mika all that happened he might try to hurt Jim.

"He..." Mika prompted me. I gulped.

"He's just too uptight. I've wanted to find something else for a while now too."

"But you can't just quit," he told me while turning a corner. "You should have kept that until you found something else

"Whatever," I sigh. "I need to eat." I simply state. He smiles and places his rough palm on my thigh. My eyes travel up his sleeve of tattoos. My favorite is on his forearm. It's of a Chinese character that translates to "friend". The same one was behind my neck. I smile as my black manicured finger strokes it gently. We had gotten that when I turned eighteen. Slowly I was building my sleeve too. I had only a rose on my left shoulder cap and a band of tribal patterns. I roll down my window. I turned to Mika. His hair was neatly gelled and he was wearing a white tank top. I couldn't detect much because of his sunglasses. Usually he wears his emotions in his eyes. I love it.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asks breaking my observant silence. I think about it. I really felt like another party was it. But I really needed to stay in and study too.

"I don't know yet." I say.

"Do something with me." he responds quickly.

"Like?"

His fingers run over his stubble.

"Movie." he smiles. I laugh.

"That's real cute, honey." I said. He shrugs.

"That's what I'm all about." I shake my head with a never-ending smile. He's such a little flirt. How is it that within a few hours he can go from thirsty fuckboy to this sweet little shit?

"Alright." I said. He laughs as he parks the car at a Village Inn. He leans over and kisses my cheek then gets out of the car. I do the same and we walk inside with our hands linked. Being friends with him was so weird. He made it quite obvious that we weren't like any other pair of friends. Sometimes I loved this relationship we had. For nights that I just need someone to drink wine and cry about everything with. When I just need to vent and get wasted. He's always there to listen. He's always there to fuck too. I smile to myself. God is he great at it too. I accidentally laugh out loud. He turned to me.

"What is it?" he smiled down at me.

"Nothing."

***

"What are doing?" Mika asked me walking in the room. I looked up at him.

"Get dressed." he said. I eyed his sexy figure glide across the floor.

"For what?"

"You're seeing a movie with me tonight."

"We're going out though?"

"Yeah. I want to take you out." He said. I shake my head.

"Alright," I went to my bedroom and slid into my favorite jeans, boots, and a black shirt. I pulled the ponytail out of my hair and tossed my wavy brown hair around until I was satisfied. I decided against the makeup and walked outside running into Mika.

"Let's go." he says roughly. On the drive towards the theater he played the radio and gently drew pictures in my thigh. I put one foot on the dashboard and sigh.

"What do you want to see?" he asks casually.

"I really don't care."

We ended up in a theater full of men watching a horror film. I received a few subtle cat calls while finding our seats. I hear Mika sneer at them behind me.

"Don't ever fucking do that again."

Once the movie starts Mika interlaces our finger and rubs his thumb over the top of my hand. This was fucking weird. He hadn't hinted at any type of sex, which normally he would make very obvious, why is he being so... nice?

***

Walking outside it had fallen dark. Right outside the box office were lit fountains and restaurants. We continued walking together in silence listening to the buzz of talking and laughing floating with La Vie en Rose playing from the bush stereos. I felt like I was in a movie. It didn't feel real. Mika's slender body was dressed in slim jeans, dress boots, and a thin gray hoodie. Looking up at him I felt so attracted to him. Why hasn't he been his normal self and try fucking me in the bathroom or worse... in the theater? I stopped walking at the end of the sidewalk of shops. He pauses as well and looks at me. I study his eyes. Nothing.

My hands involuntarily place themselves around his neck as he leans down towards me. I wait with my eyes closed for our lips to meet. After a few seconds of nothing, I opened my eyes. Then suddenly he kisses me. I smile slightly. I live for this. His sweet rough lips caress mine in beautiful movements. Our bodies respond to each other in unison. The burning sensation builds in the pit of my stomach. I want him. I have images playing, flying through my dirty mind. I want him to fucking take me to another place with that magical touch. I am desperate.

"Please fuck me, baby." I whisper. He holds me. Gently he swiftly scoops me up in his arms and walks us towards the parking lot. He slides in the back seat with me and locks the doors with the sexiest smile I think I've ever fucking seen. He hasn't said anything literally all night but I feel his thirst in his eyes. His fingers find the zipper on my jeans and he seductively kisses my neck as his gentle touch drives me wild.

"You're so wet." he informs me. Well duh. Then my mind goes and I reach orgasm. I grab his hoodie and moan into it. His name escapes my lips over and over again. He disappears from the back seat then is found starting the engine of his car. I smile as I see him almost sweating with suspense.

"I want to fuck you so so hard." he keeps repeating. I find my hand in my panties playing with myself just to see him cum while driving. I laugh evilly when I witness him grit his teeth and say, "Fuck you, Bre."

"Fuck." he repeats again and again. I moan keeping my teeth over my lips and he stops the car. He practically carries me up to our apartment and fumbles hungrily to find a condom.

"Damn it." he shakes his head, "I didn't want to do this." he admits.

"What?"

"I wanted to show that I want more than just sex. That I'm not just a fuckboy. That I really care so much. But fuck..." he shakes his head and his eyes rake my body.

"Friends with benefits, baby." I say to him, "That's what we are."

"Fuck." he lets the word drift from his lips again.

"Scream." demands me as his fully erected beauty is exposed to me. His hair has fallen out of the perfect mold and his curls in his eyes. I feel him gently glide into me.

"Fuck." I moan. "Fuck Mika, just fuck."

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