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pomegranateboy333 · 10 months

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I thought you wanted to dance

Sidedude!Mike x GN!Reader

Warnings: smut…, cheating, reader is not the greatest person, neither is mike, some fluff, it’s just kinda sad, mike is the other woman, Vanessa gets cucked

Based off sweet/i thought you wanted to dance by Tyler, the creator, possibly part 1 of a longer series but only if y’all like want it lemme kno

The two of you lay in his bed, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, and you swear you’ve never felt happier. You’d told her that you were going to your homegirl’s place for the weekend, told your homegirl to keep her mouth shut.

“You know,” Mike broke the tranquil silence, “I think that when God made you, he really took his time.”

You snorted at that, “you’re so corny.”

He smiled at you, “but he got one thing wrong.” You raised an eyebrow. “Your name,” he pulled you in closer, his lips hovering over yours, “shoulda called you Sugar, you’re so sweet.” He crashed his lips against yours as he finished speaking, taking your breath away. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. It was so nice, so new, so, so wrong.

Try as hard as you might, you couldn’t silence your conscience, but with his lips pressed against yours you came pretty damn close. So you pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss and pushing her image out of your mind. He shifted the two of you so that you were resting slightly on top of him, his thigh between your legs.

He steadily applied pressure, your breaths becoming small whines of pleasure as he began to move you against his thigh. You shifted again so that you were on top of him and began to grind down against him. You moaned at the feeling of him pressing against you, your lips twitching up into a coy smile as he began to whine beneath you. You loved having him like this, putty in your hands. It might’ve been your favorite way to see him.

Leaning down, you began to leave marks along his neck, obsessed with the way his scruff and soft skin felt under your lips. You began moving down his bare chest towards the waistband of his boxers, sucking hickeys into the skin and feathering kisses over the bruises. His hips bucked up as you kissed him over his boxers, his hand moving to tangle into your hair. You pulled him out of his boxers, licking a long stripe up his shaft before moving your mouth around him. You relaxed as you let him take control, fucking up into your warm mouth. The room soon filled with lewd, wet noises and his whines and moans as you took him down your throat.

You could tell when he was close, his dick twitching in your mouth as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You reached up one hand, massaging his balls as your pulled back to take in a deep breath. Then you took him back into your mouth, moving down until your nose was buried in the curly hairs at his base. He came shortly after, thrusting into your mouth as he let out a high pitched, almost girlish whine. You gently worked your mouth over him as he came, pulling off slowly and swallowing whatever hadn’t already dripped out of your mouth.

Moving up his body, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before he flipped you over, smiling down at you, “your turn.”

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“How was Stacy’s?”

You jumped slightly as you shut the door behind you, you hadn’t expected her to be home. When you turned to look at her, she had the widest, sweetest smile on her face. She was so happy that you were home. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. “It was a lot of fun, I, um,I had a great time.” You forced a smile onto your face, your eyes glued to your shoes. God, you were such a piece of shit.

“Oh, I saw Mike at the store yesterday, he says hi,” she walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You hoped that you didn’t smell like him.

She planted a gentle kiss on your lips before you responded, “oh. Well, when you get a chance tell him I say hello.”

“Will do. So, what did you and Stacy do all weekend?” She grabbed your overnight bag and began moving down the hall towards your bedroom.

You kicked your shoes off, trying your hardest to act casual, “oh, you know, stuff. We, uh, we saw the new Scream. It wasn’t as good as the other ones.” That wasn’t a total lie, you and Mike had risked a night out one town over to see Scream 3, and it really wasn’t as good as the others. You’d both agreed that the twist was pretty interesting, though, and it made you kind of sad to think that this was the end of the trilogy. You both loved the movies so much.

“Oh, really? You know, I don’t know what you like so much about those movies. Mike loves them too, I just don’t get it.” Her laughter carried to you as you walked into the room behind her, love filling your heart at the sound.

“He does? That’s cool,” you reply as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her back to your chest. “You have no idea how much I missed you,”n you mumble into her neck, breathing her in. You really could spend forever like this. God, what was wrong with you? You ignored the way that your stomach turned in self-disgust as you peppered kisses along her neck. You couldn’t help but notice the difference. Her skin was softer than his, no hairs tickling your lips around her chin. For a moment you found yourself wishing that it was him.

Pushing the image of him falling apart beneath you out of your mind, you led Vanessa to towards the bed.

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You sat in the living room, watching tv in his arms. Abby was at a friend’s for the night and the two of you were relishing in having the time alone. Without his sister there, you two could be as openly affectionate as you wanted without the risk of something accidentally getting back to Vanessa. It sounded fucked up and fake, but the last thing the two of you wanted was to hurt Vanessa. You didn’t want to break her heart or destroy her trust, but that seemed inevitable if you kept this up.

There was just something about Mike, you’d felt it since the moment Vanessa introduced you to him. It was hard to explain and hard to resist and eventually you just got tired of trying. So you let him kiss you, or maybe you kissed him, either way you ended up in his bed with his head between your legs and you felt something you couldn’t remember ever feeling before. It had just sort of… escalated from there and before you knew it you were carving out entire weekends, fabricating week long trips to visit extended family that just wouldn’t align with Vanessa’s work schedule.

You were both well aware that you were a shitty partner and he was a worse friend. You knew how much Vanessa loved you, you knew how much you loved her. But none of that seemed to matter in comparison to how much you wanted Mike. It made you feel pathetic and like a low life if you thought about it too much, so you tried not to think about it too much.

Mike was pressing gentle kisses along your jaw, his teeth occasionally nipping at your skin, making you grin. You pulled away and turned your head towards him, “what’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about you,” he hums, leaning back towards you, kissing down your neck, “how much I love you.”

You felt your blood stop pumping at his words. Pulling back again, you met his eyes. “L-love? What the fuck do you mean ‘love’?”

He looked into your eyes, taking your hands in his in a tight grip, “I love you.”

You began to shake your head slowly, “oh, Mike, no-“

“No, listen,” he cut you off, “I love you. I love you so much it drives me crazy, and I don’t care if you don’t feel the same. I just had to let you know.”

Your breath was caught in your throat, you had no idea what to say so you just stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Please say something, though. Otherwise I’m going to feel really fucking dumb for saying anything at all.”

You took a deep breath before speaking, your words coming out slowly as you struggled to formulate your thoughts. “No, Mike. You don’t love me. Love… it isn’t apart of this. That’s not what this is.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hands, “maybe not to you, not to me either at first, at least. But I swear I love you. I love you so fucking much and you can get up and leave right now and never talk to me again and I wouldn’t care. I’d still love you.”

You stood up, snatching your hands away from his far harsher than you intended, “Mike, please just listen to me. You don’t love me-“

“No Y/N, I do. What makes you think that I don’t? I wake up every morning and my first thought is you. I go to sleep at night and your face is all that I can see when I close my eyes. I’m always right there whenever you call, always. You think that I don’t love you?”

“Well, you can’t!”

“Who are you to tell me who I can and can’t love?”

“I don’t care who you love Mike. As long as it’s not me.”

He stood across from you like a wounded puppy, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that Vanessa loves me, and I love Vanessa and you and I have fun sometimes but that’s all it is. That’s all it is ever going to be.”

“Fun? This is just fun to you?”

“I thought it didn’t matter to you if I felt the same. Besides, what am I even supposed to do with this information? I suppose you want me to leave my girlfriend for you now? Move all of my shit in here and play family?”

“I don’t expect you to leave her, I just- I just wanted you to know how I feel, do whatever you fucking want with the info.”

It was obvious you’d hurt him, something you’d never ever wanted to do. But that was how it had to end, wasn’t it? Someone always had to get hurt in things like this.

You grabbed your coat and bag and left without another word, regretting everything except for him. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to stay away.

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