Note: FINALLY got to writing this after 50 decades, requested by @germanpansexual
Warning: Male reader, slight choking, degrading, ALL Mikey timelines
Mikey didn’t expect his sweet, caring partner—the one who usually did anything he said—to actually be the one dominating him.
He was with his s/o at their house, lying in bed together. Being alone made his mind wander, because for the longest time he had thought about when the relationship was going to “mature.” Without thinking, he got on top of them and pinned them down.
“W-when are we going to do… you know… that?” he said, instantly regretting his stutter, knowing he was usually confident and a bit cocky.
Seeing you smirk up at him made a blush appear on his face, and in an instant he was flipped over, now on the receiving end.
“What the hell? Why am I the one on the bottom?” he thought to himself, becoming incredibly flustered.
“You act so confident, but we all know who’s on top here,” his s/o said in a cocky tone while looking down at him.
Before he could respond, he was silenced with a hot, rough kiss—not the soft kind you usually gave, but one where your tongues fought for dominance, teeth clashing as you slowly undressed him.
Mikey didn’t protest as he was undressed and even tried to wiggle out of his pants to speed the process up. Once he was fully naked, he pulled away from the kiss and looked up at you with hazy eyes, his brain feeling like complete mush.
“Take off your clothes too,” he demanded softly. It was embarrassing being the only one naked, and he was a little excited to see you unclothed.
Once you were undressed, he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into a kiss while you scrambled to get some lube from the bedside drawer. He heard the loud pop as you uncapped it.
Mikey felt himself being flipped over, his back now facing you. He whined when he felt the cold lube touch his hole as you slipped a finger inside him.
“N-ngh… that feels weird,” he mumbled, having never had anything there before. He could feel you pumping slowly in and out, but he wanted more.
He wiggled his ass a little. “Put m-more in,” he whined, and you added more fingers, going faster.
Almost instantly, he regretted his demand.
“A-ah… ngh… s-slow down, y/n,” he mumbled. You hadn’t even entered him yet, and his mind was already melting as you hit all his sweet spots, pulling sounds from him he couldn’t control.
When you felt he was prepared enough, you pulled your slick fingers out of his puckered hole. Already feeling overstimulated, he didn’t realize you were putting lube on yourself until the tip pressed against him.
He jerked forward at the sensation, but his body was held down as you pushed in slowly.
“AGH—UGH—MMM!” he moaned loudly, feeling you pound into him without mercy. It felt like you were rearranging his insides.
“Hic! Y-y/n, I l-love you,” Mikey babbled mindlessly, trying to grab onto anything he could. He felt you bite his shoulder, leaving marks he hoped he could cover later.
All Mikey could think about was how good it felt—how completely you were taking him.
“Mmm!” he moaned as you continued to hit his prostate over and over. He could feel himself getting close, his words turning into nonsense.
With a loud moan, ropes of cum spilled onto the sheets, and he could still feel you moving even as he orgasmed.
“Haa… ngh… n-no more, y-y/n,” he managed to mutter.
He felt you gently pull out and lie down beside him. Turning to look at you, he blushed and timidly kissed your cheek.
“Are you okay?” he heard you ask, but he couldn’t respond before exhaustion pulled him into sleep.
Mikey stirred awake later, realizing it was now night. He was cuddled next to his s/o, wearing your shirt, and felt completely cleaned up. Seeing that it was still late, he kissed your forehead and went back to bed.
You were playful and mischievous—constantly annoying Mikey. He could never figure out what you were thinking most of the time, not that he cared. He already had his own demons to deal with.
After another forced dinner (thanks to Sanzu), you escorted him back to his room, rambling about something he wasn’t listening to. When he reached his door, a sudden heat pooled in his stomach. His hands trembled as he tried to open it, his face burning.
He felt your gaze on him.
“Uh, boss… are you okay?” you asked.
Not wanting to turn around, he quickly unlocked the door, dragged you inside, and locked it.
“W-what did you guys put in my food?” he demanded darkly.
Seeing how disheveled he looked, you quickly denied it. “I wasn’t anywhere near your food, boss,” you chuckled nervously, having caught a glimpse of his problem.
Without thinking, Mikey lunged at you, kissing you roughly. It was like his body was moving on its own.
You tugged his head back, smirking mischievously, before slamming him onto the bed. A hard spank landed on his ass, making him moan in surprise.
He glared up at you, only for you to mockingly apologize and spank him again.
“Who knew the tough boss of Bonten was such a slut?”
Mikey tried to hit you, but you caught his wrist easily.
“Good sluts shouldn’t hit their masters.”
He shivered but refused to back down.
“Hurry and make me feel good,” he demanded, though your blank stare almost made him say *please*—almost.
“Hic! Mhmm—a-ah—p-please… don’t go rough,” he gasped, his legs completely giving out as you held his hips, the rest of his body limp.
“Disobedient sluts like you need someone to put them in their place,” you said as you continued to thrust into him.
“J-just hurry up, you idiot,” Mikey muttered.
You pulled out slightly and flipped him onto his back.
“My slut is demanding me now?” you said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust while wrapping your hand around his throat.
His eyes rolled back, drool slipping from his lips as pleasure overwhelmed him.
“Mmm—ah—ngh! Too deep!” he cried, but you ignored him, going even deeper.
When he was about to finish, you grabbed his cock.
“W-what are you doing? Let me cum,” he pleaded desperately.
“Not until I do,” you replied.
Moments later, you came with a deep thrust, and at the same time released his cock. His cum spilled over your shirt as you both finally stilled.
“If you’re done, can you pull out?” Mikey asked flatly.
You smiled and did as asked. “After all that, you still treat me so harshly. I’m hurt, boss,” you teased.
Mikey just glared at you, silently telling you to leave. You grabbed your things and left with a quick goodbye.
Once alone, a blush spread across his face. He never thought he’d experience anything like that—especially not with his annoying subordinate.
…Maybe he’d invite you in again.
