•WWE•
What am I doing currently?
Oh I'm just laying on the turf breathlessly in defeat.
Five minutes earlier
"Give up Y/n." Trevon laughed as he sat and watched Micah and I wrestle with each other.
"No." I absolutely refuse to give up, his big ass needs to lose.
"Please don't get hurt." CeeDee said as he walked by.
He's such a mom.
"Micah! This isn't fair!" He was literally sitting on me.
"Say you give up."
"Little shit, I give up!"
"What's that?" He smirked.
"I said I give up, get your big ass off of me." Micah laughed rolling off of me.
"I love to hear the sound of defeat."
"Shut up, go be a stud or whatever it is you do." I scoffed kicking him in the ankle.
"I will, imma go pick up some girls." He joked.
I kicked him again.
Present time
"Get up Y/n!"
"No."
"You're gonna get hurt." Trevon laugh as he grabbed me by my ankles.
"What're you doing?"
CeeDee came up behind me and grabbed my arms.
"No I wanna stay here." They were lifting me up carrying me to the sidelines.
"You're gonna get stepped on." CeeDee laughed as he gently sat me in the grass.
"After admitting that defeat I'll take getting stepped on." I hate losing, but that big ass was blocking my air ways.
"Suck it up." Micah laughed coming out shirtless.
Micah and are are really close friends, who flirt a lot.
I guess you could say we're friends with benefits.
We all know how that ends..
The thing is, I've known Micah for ages, we've been friends with benefits for said ages.
"Like what you see?" I was staring.
"No." Playing it cool.
"Really? You're drooling." I hate him.
"I am not."
"You are too." Trevon laughed nudging my leg with his foot.
"Trevon stay out of this." He was always sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
"You're just mad cause he's right." Micah laughed.
"I'm leaving." I was Micah's ride so if I left he wouldn't have a ride.
"I'll get a ride from Tre." He smirked, so much for being cocky.
I just stood there staring at him.
He's infuriating.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." He laughed as he walked up and rested his hands on my waist.
"I'm gonna smack that smirk off your face."
His smirk widened.
"Stop." I groaned, he knows what he does to me and he loves the affect it has on me.
"If you say so." He removed his hands from my waist and backed away.
"No Micah, Jesus I can't deal with you." He laughed loudly walking back up and placing his hands where they'd been seconds before.
"Are you really leaving?" He asked his breath fanning my face.
"Do you want me to?"
"No." I know it pained him to say that.
"Then no, I'll stay." I smiled up at him.
"GET A ROOM!"
"SHUT UP TREVON!"
"Last round, who will win?" Tre commentated.
"Why are you guys cheering him on but not me?" I am again wrestling with Micah, I'm gonna win, I don't know when or how, but I'm gonna win.
"That's sexist." They were cheering Micah on, very loudly may I add.
"Y/n! I believe in you!" CeeDee laughed.
Finally some appreciation.
"Are you ready to give up yet?" Trevon laughed.
"You're mean!" I groaned pushing Micah off of me.
"Oh shit."
I was currently on top of Micah straddling his waist, his legs were moving but his arms were pinned down under my hands.
"She took over." Trevon gasped.
"We underestimated her." Dak laughed from his spot.
"Say you give up." I smirked down at Micah, I completely tuned out everyone else, it was just me and Micah.
"Never." He told me.
I nodded my head watching him.
"I've got all night."
Micah sighed, he was stubborn but so was I.
"It's getting intense." Trevon was still commentating.
"Damn man." Dak laughed.
"I don't think she's giving up anytime soon." Trevon smirked as he watched the intense stare down between Micah and I.
"Give up Micah." I whispered.
"Why? You getting tired?"
Yes I am, but I'm not going to admit that to him.
"No." Liar.
"You're a bad liar." Micah smirked.
"Stop."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You know what you're doing."
His smirk widened, I'm weak, but I'm even weaker when he smirks.
It's been almost ten minutes, ten minutes of me pinning Micah to the ground with him squirming underneath me.
I don't even know how I've held out for this long but I think it's time to give up.
"Okay!" Micah sighed slowly starting to become breathless.
"I give up." The look on his face was the best feeling in the world.
He hated admitting that but I absolutely loved it, and I didn't get to give up before he did!
"That crowns Y/n as the winner." Trevon laughed as I rolled off of Micah and allowed Tre to place a fake crown on my head.
"That's right." I smirked cockily waving my hands up signaling for them to make some noise.
In the midst of the cheers and high fives going around over my win Micah pulled me away.
"How does it feel to lose?" I giggled as he pulled me along.
"Horrible."
"I think it feels pretty nice."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
The minute the words left my mouth I was pinned to the wall.
"You're too cocky." Micah growled.
"That's a taste of your own medicine my love." Now he knows how I feel every time I lose.
"Mmm." He hummed before pressing his lips on mine.
Although I wanted more than friends with benefits I'd deal with it for now.
He's not going anywhere, I know he's mine, and he knows I'm his.
So for now friends with benefits is plenty enough.
__________________________________________
-Authors Note-
Micah Parsons is highly underrated on wattpad.
Enjoy My Loves.🩷
