𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓! // 𝕴𝖆𝖓𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖔𝖗

Gave In

Karlee's POV

I was asleep until I felt this deep ass dip in the bed making me turn around and see Michael staring at the ceiling. "What- Michael it's three in the morning- And you're just- nevermind." I said making him turn over to me. "You know my sleep schedule is fucked up now, Understand that and Good night." He said turning around as our backs were facing each other. "Goodnight to you too Michael." I said as I fell asleep soon after.

The Next Morning
5:30AM

I woke up due to beats being played loud as hell as I got up and opened the door greeting me to the smell of weed. "Y'all are smoking and writing at five fucking thirty. PLEASE GO HOME." I semi yelled as they looked at me. "Who is she?" The blonde one said as He looked familiar. "You played in beyond the lights?" I asked him as he nodded. "You're colson then.." I said walking back in the room and shutting the door. They are probably gonna do this for the remainder of the day. There were shuffling noises as I heard the front door open then close then saw Michael with his Juul. "Yknow I don't like it whenever you do drugs around me." I said crossing my arms as his eyes were glued to my lower body. "Yeah. I know." He mumbled as I smirked. "Like Whatchu see?" I said posing around as he just snorted and rushed over to me wrapping his arms around me. "I wanna play a little game." He said as his left hand creeped down my thigh and into my crotch area stroking his middle finger up and down my covered slits. "Michael. No." I said as he kept on going anyway. "You know you want this. Don't deny it." He said in the most nonchalant way possible. He lifted me by my thighs and placed me on the bed, Leaving various noticeable hickeys on my exposed skin.

He slowly pulled my shorts down and that's when I snapped out of my lustful antics, and pushed him off of me. "I can't michael, I'm sorry."