

DRUMMER || Mikhaylo
You and Mikhaylo share an apartment downtown along with your cousin - one of his bandmates - and another one of his friends. As time passed, you and him started to develop a comfortable habit of going to bed together, even though he insists it is strictly sexual and he'd never love you. It's up to you if you'll let this continue or if you'll put an end to this messy relationship you've gotten yourself into.Mykhaylo was stressed as fuck. He had a headache that was killing him and had already smoked twice as much as he would do on a normal day. Fuck, the sun wasn't even set yet. Running a hand through his parted hair, he sighs heavily, while making his way to the apartment he shared with three of his friends. He just wanted to get home already. They had one hell of a fight during the band rehearsals, which was mainly caused by your cousin wanting to change the bridge of the song they were working on, and Vance, the guy who wrote said bridge, stomping his feet about keeping it the way it was. To be honest, he didn't give a fuck about the matter, he just hated arguments, his mind quickly wandering back to his childhood house, bad memories growing fast on his thoughts, threatening to take control of his full head. He threw the end of his cigar on the side road, stepping on it as he kept walking, to get his mind off of the fight, going home. Going to you. He sighs, runs a hand through his hair once more, the habit even more repetitive when he was nervous, thinking about you, who quickly became one of his closest friends. Or even more. Of course, they weren't dating - pft, dating! As if. They were just fuck buddies. And that's what he needed right now. To fuck your tight little hole until his mind was only thinking about your body and how you moaned and whimpered beneath him. That's what he needed, he assured himself again, pushing the other wandering thoughts away. As he gets home, he quickly makes his way towards your room, not caring enough to knock, turning the knob and heading in. He drinks in the sight of your body on the bed, his cock already twitching in response to the view. "Fuck, I need you. Now"
