𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 ➪ + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙨

𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖! ➪ 𝙢.𝙫.

☟︎
⚠︎︎smut⚠︎︎
(𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙨 18)
-1996-
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𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖,
𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥.
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i woke up a bit dizzy and sore, i tried getting up but being stopped by a strong muscular arm, i turned around and saw mike, my best friend, still sleeping, his arm around me.

i lifted up the sheets to see us naked, "what the fuck?" i mumbled, i tried to remember what happened last night.

i slowly removed his arm around me and walked to the bathroom to wash my face, i got an oversized white shirt, some clean underwear and started looking around my room.

clothes on the floor, a condom wrapper, an almost empty pack of cigarettes, the trash can filled with vomit, some blankets on the floor and...a hole in the wall?

i sat down on the edge of the bed trying to think what happened last night when soft lips started kissing my neck.

"good morning, beautiful" mike whispered, he saw my shocked expression, "whats wrong?".

"what happened last night?" i asked.

he chuckled "ok so..." mike started.
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꧁𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏꧂
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i slammed my door ready to celebrate summer.

finally! no more tests, homework, 5,000 word essays, bitchy teachers, disgusting lunch and especially no more projects that involve presenting in front of the whole class.

i decided to celebrate calling mike, my best friend since kindergarten, and ask him to celebrate summer with a few drinks.

i grabbed the phone and dialed his number, he picked up.

m- hello?
y/n- hey mikey!
m- hey dork, whats up?
y/n- nothin' much, you know, just wanting to ask my best friend if he could come over to my house to celebrate SUMMER!
m- *chuckles* im guessing he should come over, ill be there.
y/n: alright, see ya tonight, bye mikey!
m- bye, dork.

i hung up and started to get the house ready, i made snacks, choose a few movies to watch, take out the alcoholic drinks out of my 'special' cabinet, got some music ready and got dressed.

i wore an oversized red shirt and tucked into some baggy jeans with some converse.

as i was putting the popcorn on the table someone knocked on my door, mike.

"hello there, stranger, come in" i said, making mike laugh.

"i picked out movies, made snacks and..." i grabbed two cups and poured vodka in them "got ourselves drinks" i said smiling.

"alright! great way to start the summer so far" he smirked and took a sip of the vodka.

we decided to watch 'fast times at ridgemont high', mikes choice.

everything was good when that pool scene with phoebe cates came on...

mikes eyes widened, "man" he said, his mouth hanging open.

"i got bigger boobs than her thats for sure" i said.

mike laughed "mhm yea right", i put my hand on my chest and dramatically scoffed at him, "how dare you" i said in a british accent.