𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 18+ (𝘆/𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿)
2998 𝘄𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 & 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱. :)
y/n flung the lanky boy down on his bed, grinding against his lap as they hungrily made out, like a virgin by madonna playing on mike's stereo.
he grinded his hips up towards her, his large hands placed around her hips so he could control the pressure & pace she was going at. the two teenagers moaning into each other's mouths as mike pulled back & tugged his 'hellfire club' shirt off, his pale chest meeting her clothed one.
"michael?" she questioned, daintily batting my her perfect eyelashes at him.
grinning, he admired her, tracing his hand down her back, "yes, sweetheart?"
y/n licked her lips & looked down at his exposed chest, taking her hand & running it over his shoulders, collarbones, & then his pasty skin, giving the wheeler boy goosebumps. she went further & further each time. "what's the hellfire club?"
mike could've taken her right then & there, her eyes were set on him & only him, her concentration solely focused on his body, her cheer skirt looked undeniably amazing on her, her hair framing her face that made her look so innocent.
but she's not innocent, giving him a blowjob the other day in his basement, on her knees for him. oh how the boy wanted to brag about it with his friends. mike wouldn't stop until he had her, that was for sure.
not wanting to look nerdy in front of her, mike looked off to the side before meeting her gaze again, "s'just a shirt, don't worry about it." he grabbed her cheeks, pulling her down to kiss him more.
as she felt his tongue slide past her lips, she sat up & continued to hold eye contact with him while she pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her bra & choosing not to question him anymore.
mike stared in awe. he's never gone near a girl like this, his mind immediately went to the gutter & he started imagining poor little y/n making lewd sounds while he ruined her.
"shit," he whispered, mostly to himself, "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen." he praised, his brain turning to mush as y/n leaned down & started kissing his neck.
the tent in his pants was definitely up & about, a cheerleader grinding against his bulge while she moaned against his neck, her hips felt just right in his hands.
while she was too busy feeling mike up, she wanted him to make himself useful as well. grabbing his hand, she guided it down to under her skirt, where mike was extremely surprised to feel the small stream of wetness.
i don't remember learning about this in health class, he thought to himself.
his brown eyes going wide, he swallowed hard & his heart started beating out of his chest. y/n must have noticed because she stopped sucking his neck & leaned back up to meet his eye, "touch me, mike." she said sensually.
