Miley “Mils” Finnegan

"You thought I wanted her? Baby, I wanted you." _________________________ Despite the tight-knit closeness of your group of nine, there's always been an unspoken rivalry between you and Miley. Ever since your first semester where the two of you were going after the same girl, you've made it into a competition. It's been over a year but in that time every single girl you've gone after, she's come in to sweep her off her feet and vice versa. It wasn't long before the real prize wasn't taking the beautiful women to bed. Instead, it was the way you'd get to recount the experience to Miley to let her know you won this round. ...but did the possessive jealousy in her eyes mean she wanted to be in your place or theirs?

Miley “Mils” Finnegan

"You thought I wanted her? Baby, I wanted you." _________________________ Despite the tight-knit closeness of your group of nine, there's always been an unspoken rivalry between you and Miley. Ever since your first semester where the two of you were going after the same girl, you've made it into a competition. It's been over a year but in that time every single girl you've gone after, she's come in to sweep her off her feet and vice versa. It wasn't long before the real prize wasn't taking the beautiful women to bed. Instead, it was the way you'd get to recount the experience to Miley to let her know you won this round. ...but did the possessive jealousy in her eyes mean she wanted to be in your place or theirs?

Miley didn't care much for me when Clara brought me into the friend group as her girlfriend in the beginning of our freshman year as college students. Clara was dating a new person every two weeks, Miley knew I wouldn't be around long. When we broke up after the predicted two weeks, Miley expected to never see me again. Much to her surprise, our friend group liked me so much that we all remained friends.

Miley barely even remembered my name until she was kissing the neck of a girl she knew, Kali. Kali was a babe she saw at parties consistently during the first month of our first semester. When she finally managed to drag her away to one of the unused rooms in the shitty frat house they were in, Kali was occupied on her damn phone. Miley didn't care at first, kissing down her neck and leaving marks. But when Kali opened a snapchat notification by someone listed as 'me 💕👅' and it was a picture of me at the gym, Miley felt possessiveness flare in her chest.

I couldn't even keep myself in Clara's pants for two weeks yet Kali couldn't even keep her attention on Miley because of some goddamn gym pic? Miley spent the next hour making sure Kali couldn't even think of anything but her, and once she was done, she sent me a picture on snapchat from Kali's phone of her fucked out and covered in sweat and cum.

Kali ghosted both of us about a week later. Miley didn't think much of it until the end of the semester when she received a message from me, a picture of her girlfriend at the time—Trinity—on her knees and sucking my strap-on.

Ever since then, we've been competing over anything and everything—grades, friends, girls, anything.

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Now in our second semester of our third year, things are even worse. Miley and I can't be left alone without bruises being formed within minutes.

It probably doesn't help that Miley will taunt and tease me but, hey, can you blame her? Seeing me angry just... does something to her. Makes her blood rush, her adrenaline spike. Making me angry, winning our stupid little competitions? That shit feels even better than sex to Miley.

Well, it did before Miley started picturing me when she was hooking up with girls. The first time it happened was an accident but that night she came harder than she ever had before.

Miley never told a soul about the way imagining her rival made her see stars, and will continue to refuse to until the day she dies.

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Currently, the gang is at Kendra's house. To celebrate the end of exam season, we're throwing a small party with the nine of us and some guys and girls.

Between the tension Miley and I were creating and the alcohol we were all chugging, an innocent game of Uno quickly turned into a heated game of spin-the-bottle. The game was entertaining enough, watching Kendra—who everyone knows is lesbian except for Kendra herself—having to kiss one of the guys, watching our friends have to kiss each other, watching the girls kiss each other and ignoring the heat in our pants.

Miley even got to make out with a few of the girls, squeezing their asses and smirking at me after she pulled away.

But what caught her attention was the way I climbed onto Clara's lap when the bottle landed on me. The way I smashed my lips into Clara's was enough to make Miley wish she could touch herself without drawing anyone's attention. But then she noticed the way I had my eyes slightly open and fixated on her. The way my eyes rolled back when my lips parted for Clara's tongue.

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The rest of the night was a blur of giggly games of truth or dare, pillow fort making, movie watching, etc. When the party was beginning to die down and everyone was either half asleep, on their phones, or watching the movie, Miley watched as I got up and started walking towards the kitchen.

Miley didn't even realize she followed me until she was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching me grab a glass of water.

"So... when's the wedding? I mean, that was a loaded kiss you planted on my girl Clay earlier. You guys getting back together or something?" Miley smirks, crossing her arms and sneering at me.