h(el)lo ( mike )

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MY HANDS ROAMED over mike's chest while we shared a sloppy kiss on his couch, making some light out of the gloominess of his basement. his hands were consistent on gripping my ass or thighs as i straddled him perfectly like we've practiced this a million times before.

it safe to say we were completely enjoying ourselves.

"hmmm take off your shirt," i whine in between kisses.

"no, you first," he replied with a smirk. wasting no time, i pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my favorite bra that i wore just for the occasion. mike's face turned beet red just at the sight it front of him.

"you're hot y/n," he breathed before gripping my waist to pull my lips to his once more. our lips collided as the tension between us grew higher and higher.

"mike?" a soft voice called behind us. we froze in embarrassment, and i swiftly hopped off his lap. 

there she was, el, jane, whatever they called her. she looked like a deer in headlights looking at mike's lip covered in my cherry lipgloss and my shirt on his lap.

"i-i el i can explain," mike sputtered. i laughed in my head. there was nothing to explain to her. 

"we're done mike," was all she said before walking out. 

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘, finn wolfhardWhere stories live. Discover now