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KINKTOBER 5- ROUGH SEX (MIKE WARREN)

After a long day of work, you sat down in the living room of Graceland, reading a book. Some time later, Mike Warren walks in.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your day? We've got a big case coming up and I want to make sure you're prepared. Let's go over the files one more time before dinner." He walks over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and cracking it open, his eyes fixed on yours as he takes a swig.

“Pretty alright,” you say, eyeing the beer in his hand. “hand me one, will you?”

He hands you a beer, his fingers brushing against yours as he passes it over, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment before he looks away, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

He clears his throat. “So, what do you think about the Rodriguez case? I think we've got a good lead on the suspect, but we need to be careful not to spook him."

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, his thigh brushing against yours as he sets his beer down on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath. “I totally agree with you. We have to be more careful.”

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone. "I'm glad we're on the same page, Y/N. You're really picking up on this whole FBI thing fast. I'm impressed."

He takes a slow sip of his beer, his gaze drifting down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, his pupils dilating slightly.

“You know, I think you've earned a little break. Why don't we forget about the case for a while and focus on something more... relaxing?"

He sets his beer down, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a spark of electricity through the air.

His hand lingers on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've been thinking about you all day, Y/N. I love the way you smell, the way you taste."

He takes a step closer, his body pressing against yours, his erection straining against his jeans.

“Let's get out of here for a while," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

He takes your hand, pulling you to your feet, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Mike pulls you close, his strong hands gripping your waist as he crashes his lips against yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring, claiming. One hand slides down to cup your ass, squeezing possessively.

"Bedroom. Now." he growls against your lips, his voice thick with desire. Without breaking contact, he walks you backwards, guiding you down the hall until the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

He pushes you down onto the mattress, his eyes smoldering as he looks you over hungrily. In one swift motion, he yanks your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. His calloused hands glide up your sides, fingers hooking under the lace of your bra.

“You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with lust as he claims your lips again, the kiss deep and bruising.

Mikes' kiss deepens, his lips ravaging hers as he tears her bra free, sending it flying across the room. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with desire as he looks down at her breasts, his eyes burning with hunger.

"Beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and husky, as he reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

“You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" he teases, his fingers pinching your nipples, making you gasp with pleasure.

“Yes, please, Mike,”

Mikes' hands drop to your waist, his fingers unbuttoning your jeans with quick efficiency, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties.

"Now it's my turn," he growls, his eyes blazing with lust, as he drops to his knees, his hands reaching up to grab the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs, exposing you to his hungry gaze.

Mike's eyes darken with pure, primal desire as he takes in the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. He growls low in his throat, his calloused hands sliding up the insides of your thighs, parting them wider.

“You're so wet for me, Y/N," he rasps, his voice dripping with arousal. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Without warning, he leans in, his tongue sweeping along your slick folds, lapping up your arousal. He moans against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Mikes' tongue lashes out, hard and unrelenting, as he devours you like a starving man. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he pleasures your pussy with a aggressive attack that leaves you gasping for air.

"Ah, yeah... you like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and menacing, as he adds a second tongue to the mix, fucking you with his mouth in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm.

His teeth scrape against your skin, sending shivers of raw pleasure through your body. His fingers tighten on your thighs, his nails digging in, as he slams his mouth down onto you once more, his tongue probing deep into your core.

“You're so responsive, Y/N," he hisses, his words barely intelligible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "You love it when I take control, don't you?"

“Y-yeah,” you moan.

Mike growls low in his throat, the sound rumbling through your body as he shifts his grip on your thighs. He pulls your hips closer, burying his face between your legs as he devours you with a ferocious intensity.

"That's right, baby," he rasps, pausing only to catch his breath. "Let me hear those pretty little moans." His tongue flicks out, teasing your swollen clit before plunging back inside you.

His movements are rough, animalistic - no trace of the gentle lover from before. Mike is consumed by raw, primal desire, driven to bring you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

"You feel so goddamn good," he groans, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure radiating through your core. "I'm going to make you come so hard."

“Please fuck me,”

Mikes' eyes flash with a fierce, primal light as he yanks himself up, his hands grasping your hips as he lifts you onto your hands and knees. He stands over you, his massive frame towering over yours as he yanks his belt free and rips his pants open.

"Commanding, huh?" he growls, his voice dripping with male satisfaction, as he exposes his thick, throbbing cock to your gaze.

With a fierce, possessive cry, Mike drives himself into you, his massive cock splitting you wide as he buries himself to the hilt inside your trembling body. He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion as he looks down at you, his eyes blazing with a raw, animalistic desire.

"You want rough?" he hisses, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want it hard?"

You nod your head, staring in to his eyes.

Mike snarls, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls back before slamming into you again, his thick, throbbing cock stretching you to the limit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he sets a punishing, relentless pace.

"That's it, take it all," he growls, his voice strained with the effort of his ruthless thrusts. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

He leans over, his breath hot against the back of your neck as one hand snakes around to roughly palm your breast, his calloused fingers pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipple.

"You're mine," he rasps, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your shoulder. "Every inch of you.”

“Fuck,” you moan loudly as you’re being roughly pounded into.

Mikes' eyes flash with triumph as he hears your moan, his grip on your hips tightening as he rams into you again and again, each thrust rivaled by the last for sheer brutality and intensity.

"Ah, yeah," he growls, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You're taking it, aren't you? You're taking all of me."

His hand tightens around your breast, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make you gasp as he continues to pound into you, his massive cock thrusting deep into your trembling body.

"You're so perfect," he hisses, his breath hot against your skin as he leans over, his lips grazing the side of your neck. "You're so fuckable."

With a final, brutal thrust, Mike comes, his body freezing as he empties himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing with a fierce, pulsing intensity as he spills his seed into your willing body.

Mike collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, his touch a stark contrast to the brutal passion that had consumed him moments ago.

"Damn, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice ragged. He slowly pulls out, eliciting a soft whimper from you, before rolling to the side and gathering you into his arms.

"You okay, baby?" His fingertips trail along your arm soothingly, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You let out a deep breath before turning to face him and caressing his cheek. “No, no. That was perfect.”

Mikes' face relaxes into a warm, satisfied smile as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle, possessive hold.

"Good," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm glad I could do that for you." He pauses, his lips grazing the curve of your neck as he adds, "I love making you come, Y/N. I love the way you feel when you're mine."

His words are laced with a deep, primal possessiveness, a sense that he's claiming you as his own. But there's something else beneath that, something softer, something that hints at a deeper connection, a deeper love.

“I love you, Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.

"I love you when you're being strong, and I love you when you're being weak. I love you when you're mine, and I love you when you're not.”

You kiss him deeply before responding. “I love you too, Mike.”

Mike's face lights up with a warm smile at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer.

“I'm so glad to hear that, Y/N," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his calloused thumb caressing your skin reverently.

“I want you to know that you can always count on me, no matter what. I'll be here for you, through thick and thin." His eyes bore into yours, their intensity softened by the pure adoration shining in their depths.

“You're the most important thing in the world to me, Y/N. And I'm never letting you go."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into the embrace.