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it occurs to me now that the second one might not have been a prompt and more of a general thought but hopefully this is ok!

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“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” Mik asked, laying with his head on Denali’s chest. They’d been smoking and hanging out for the better part of the day, leading to them cuddling in bed.

Denali furrowed his brows. “That’s a good question,” he replied, then tilted his head. “So are we fucking then?”

As high as he was, Mik perked right up. “Hell yeah we are,” he grinned, wasting no time before he was straddling Denali’s lap while the two of them made out.

It was slow, languid. They took their time undressing each other, feeling each other up, making sure they were nice and ready for each other.

“Got lube and condoms in the drawer right there,” Denali directed between kisses.

Mik leaned over and grabbed them, then rolled the condom down Denali’s length, taking some extra time to rub and squeeze his thighs before slicking his cock with lube. “Gonna ride you.”

“Fuck, please,” he murmured, then let out a moan when he felt Mik sink down onto him, letting go of a breath when he bottomed out.

“Feels so good,” Mik moaned as he built up a steady rhythm, head tossed back as he rode Denali with fervor.

It didn’t take long before Denali couldn’t help but start thrusting in time with his movements, grunting roughly as his hips snapped forward when he came.

Mik, looking at her nails: Squirrels are a myth.

“You went lingerie shopping without me?” Mik’s lips turn down into a pout that Denali kisses away, it starts off as a few pecks peppered onto his lips before the two fully melt into it.

“I know how much you love seeing me try it on for you, but don’t you think this was a better surprise?” Denali places her hands on top of Mik’s that are still holding her boobs, squeezing lightly and getting used to the new weight of them. 

“Well, when you put it that way...” She shivers as she feels his thumbs brush over her nipples, “Gigi and Nicky are still going to hear a mouthful from me.” 

“I begged them not to say anything. But I did pay with the card you and Rosie gave me so it's not my fault you missed it.”

She remembers the first time he took her to Gigi and Nicky’s Boutique, all sets designed by the two and sewn with the help of their small team. Both intimidating upon first impression but Mik greeted them like old time friends. She remembers wondering at that moment how many other sugar babies he must’ve brought prior, maybe that's why they seemed so familiar with one another. Nonetheless they made Denali feel welcomed and poured two glasses of champagne for them. Mik sat back with his glass as the two walked Denali around the store, helping her pick sets as if they knew all the options would overwhelm her along with the price tags.

Occasionally Mik would speak up from the plush seat he’d been in with a “Oh, Rosie will love that one.” and “That’s Rosie’s favorite color, add it to the pile.” The owners of the store gave the two privacy as Denali modeled the sets for Mik, hungry eyes taking in the sight of lace and garter belts clinging on to Denali’s thick thighs and ass.

This may be based on a argument me and a friend have every time we’re together😂

“Rosie move over!” Mik complained, his girlfriend’s had already cuddled up together on the couch ready for their weekly movie night, but he wanted to be in the middle. “Nali? Please?” As a final plea, Mik gave the saddest eyes he could make, one of Rosé’s downfall.

“Fine, you know I can’t resist those eyes, baby boy.” The ginger shuffled across the couch to make a small gap Mik could easily fit into. “Pass me the remote baby.” She tapped Denali’s shoulder before Mik could dive between them, hogging the blanket as he did.

“What are we watching then?” Mik wrapped an arm around Denali and kissed her forehead.

“Hamilton?” The brunette suggested to her lovers who let out a sigh in unison. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t sing along to every word when I play it in the car.”

“I only do that because it makes you smile.” Rosé pinched her cheek. “What about Heathers?”

“No.” Mik blurted out. “Spending time with your sisters is enough preppy girl rubbish to last a lifetime.” Rosé playfully smacked his arm. “It was a joke! What about Rocky Horror?”

“I’m good with that.” Denali mused, pulling her boyfriend to rest against her. “That okay with you Rosie?”

“Hot sexy aliens! Of course that’s fine with me!” She laughed. “But I’d much rather see you in lingerie than actors from forty five years ago.”

A blush rushed to Denali’s face, caused by her girlfriend’s words and the not so subtle wink aimed at her.

Hello, anon, I'm sorry it took a bit longer ✨ I wrote it yesterday and I'm not really sure about it 🤔 (it is also a vague interpretation of the prompt you gave me whoops) but I do hope you enjoy 💫

Like everything else in their relationship, the notes started out as a necessity.

Denali needed a roommate to be able to put food on her rickety table and Mik needed a roof over his head, after being kicked out of the dorms. Apparently, even with status, you still had to follow that pesky “no pets'' rule. It was necessary for them to live together, so they reached an arrangement - splitting the rent unevenly, because Denali came with cooking skills and Mik came with a puppy.

Which Denali ended up caring for. Out of necessity.

To say that Mik was distracted would be an understatement. He would forget his class schedule. He would forget dentist appointments. He would forget to get a haircut until his bangs started battling his eyelashes. He would forget to feed the puppy that he’d brought along with him.

It was necessary, Denali told herself as she slipped the grocery list into the compartment of his bag where he kept the food - the one she knew he would never by-pass.

It was necessary, she told herself as she slipped in the reminder of his doctor’s appointment - it would be very important for Mik’s parents that she keep him alive and well.

It stopped being a necessity around the time that she didn’t have any important reminders for him, but she kept slipping pieces of paper inside his bag. There was nothing on them that she couldn’t say in person, but she couldn’t stop.

And Mik didn’t particularly want her to.

“I’m telling you, bitch, that girl is so in love with you,” Kandy whispered under her breath as Mik pulled out his book in the middle of class to find a yellow post-it stuck to its front.

Have a gorge day, it said in pink highlighter and Denali’s loopy handwriting. His smile widened.

“And you’re also in love with her!” Kandy hissed, loud enough to draw the attention of half the class.

“I’m not,” he hissed back, after people had turned away from them, pulling out his pen case and extracting his pencil, ready to start sketching. “She’s my roommate,” he explained, twirling the pen between his fingers.

“Girl, then what is this?” Kandy picked up another note that had fluttered to the ground. “I’m making dinner tonight, gorge,” she read. “That gal is whipped,” she tutted, watching the door open and their professor walk in.

“Morning, class,” he bellowed, climbing the small step of the podium in the center of the room. “Usually, I get some model and have them pose for you, but today I thought we’d do something different,” he explains, spinning slowly, cinematically. “Today, I want you to draw people from memory - people who are important to you, people that you wish would know how important they are to you,” he explains.

Mik flexes his wrist absent-mindedly. The people that are important to him know it - he makes sure to tell them on a regular basis, makes sure that they know that he couldn’t live without them. All of them, but one.