| mike gives into your request for more hits of your shared blunt, but on the condition that you do it his way. harrington!reader, smoking, weed, tension, fluff if you squint, sexual content, making out, grinding.
hazy smoke filled the room as you exhaled, your body leaned forward as mike held the blunt between his fingers in front of you, before pulling it away once you'd taken a hit.
"thatsss it. your getting good." he mumbled, his brown eyes looming into yours and looking almost black between the dim lighting in your room and the overall thickness of the smoke in the air.
"learned from the best." you muttered, a little smile on your lips as he looked at you fondly while taking a hit himself, his eyes remaining on you the entire time without breaking any contact.
since the night in the car, mike had been coming over frequently to either hook up or smoke with you. you knew it wasnt a good idea- sweet, innocent y/n harrington hanging around with a drug dealer, especially with steve being your crazy, overprotective brother who'd fuck mike up if he knew. but as much as you tried, you couldnt stay away from mike. he wouldnt let you stay away from him.
mike would regularly make excuses for him to see you by telling you he had this awesome shit for you to try, but you'd know from the first hit that its precisely the exact same thing he'd been giving you since the first time the two of you met. not to mention he'd park his car around the area where you usually hung out with your friends after school so he'd 'coincidentally' be there to give you a ride and fuck you into your headboard for two hours after you'd sneak him upstairs, careful not to alert steve.
tonight was another one of those nights where the both of you would just look at each other while smoking until eventually the tension in the air would become too thick, and you'd inevitably end up sat in mike's lap.
you pouted when mike took another hit, the glossy look in his eyes telling you he was already somewhat high. "hey, give me some." you said, scooting forward on your knees, closer to where mike sat comfortably against your pink pillows, surrounded by stuffed animals.
"nuh-uh. you've had enough, sweetheart." he tsked, one of his hands landing on your thigh soothingly as you rolled your eyes.
"dont even feel anything, mike. please." you almost whined, reaching for the blunt between his finger tips as he took ahold of your wrist, forcing it back down to your side.
"dont whine. told you m'not letting you have too much. can't have you getting addicted." he said, his tone slightly stern as you gave him a look. you hated how overly considerate he was, but not really.
"you say that as if im innocent, or something." you scoffed, your body shivering as you felt his hand ride further up your leg until his finger tips brushed just underneath the hem of your skirt.
"you are." he said with a boyish smile.
"i am not!" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as he furrowed his brows at you, tilting his head slightly.
"you say that as im surrounded by at least fifty stuffed animals, sweetheart." he said teasingly, his words leaving you with a small smile on your face.
"doesnt mean i cant handle more." you shot back at him, his brows raising at you as he took another hit from the blunt. at this point, you wouldnt be surprised if the night ended with you with absolutely nothing in your system, and mike struggling to get down the stairs even with your help.
"m'not having this conversation. you know the rules. now sit there and look pretty." he said, taking yet another hit from the blunt as you practically writhed in frustration.
"mike. please." you mumbled, your voice something of a whine as you crawled towards him, sitting yourself in between his legs with that little pout on your face that you knew he couldnt resist. "ill suck your cock if you let me." you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, one of his hands trailing up the back of your thigh as you bit down on your bottom lip.
"fine. you win, baby. c'mere." he mumbled, raising the blunt to his own lips and taking a hit, before one of his hands held your face gently and pulled you toward him until your lips were merely inches apart.
"open" he commanded, waiting until you parted your lips before blowing the smoke from his mouth into your own. the feeling of the smoke in your system and the feeling of mike so close to you made the inhaling process feel even more hazy and dreamier than it ever had before. -which was why you were caught off guard when mike's lips crashed onto your own.
you melted into the kiss immediately, mike's hands wasting no time before sliding onto the back of your thighs and scooping you up effortlessly into his lap. "cant fuck you or make you suck me off if your high, sweetheart." he said in between kisses, his words catching you off guard slightly.
"so thats why you werent letting me have any? 'cause this whole time all you wanted to do was- that?" you scoffed, hitting his chest as he looked up at you with a look on his face that told you it intirgued him that this confused you.
"i feel like you should know by now that i cant physically be in a room with you without my cock aching, baby." he said, smirking against the skin of your neck as he placed wet kisses here and there in all of your sweet spots that he'd gotten to know so well.
"i hate you, mike." you whispered with a giggle as his hands squeezed your hips affectionately, his lips still adament on leaving hickies all over your neck for the whole world to see.
