slow, slow hands ⋮ mike wheeler
content: smut!!! finally!!!, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering, making-out/kissing, gagging, cum-eating, (not proofread!)
mike's head pushed deep into the fluff of your pillow as your lips enveloped his. the radio's music was flushed out by your sheets shuffling and soft whimpers coming from your mouth, those of which he immediately swallowed.
your hands were entangled in his hair, knotting it up as he continued to kiss you, hungrier and hungrier. mike's body laid flat on the bed while yours moved up and down, his leg acting as a seat for the inner of your thighs. you pressed yourself on his leg, the friction igniting your flame.
his hands moved harshly against the sides of your body, itching to feel its curves and flesh. your shirt rode up higher as he proceeded until it was scrunched up just before your chest. trickles appeared on your skin from the sharp air and mike's finger tracing up your spine, feeling the bones ridges.
his mouth stayed on yours as you kissed his upper lip, hot breaths mingling. he knew what was about to come, but before that he wanted to try something. something he had been dying to share in a moment just like this.
"mm—" he struggled to let out, which caused you to pull back. mike grabbed your chin, making you look at him eye to eye—yours were stripped of innocence, his were aching in need from the thought of what he was about to do. his thumb dragged down your saliva-glazed lip, revealing the bottom row of your teeth. his jaw hung, eyes focused completely on your pretty mouth.
mike pushed his thumb past your pearly whites, resting on your flaccid tongue as spit coated it in its entirety. "can you—" he felt his breath catch in his throat for a second when he saw you look at him with your sunken eyes and his finger in your mouth.
"suck." it wasn't a question at this point, it was an instruction.
you followed without question, wrapping your lips around his bony finger. your mouth pulled back and forth and your cheeks hollowed. the noises were lewd and wet as mike played with your tongue on the inside, swirling it around and under to feel every inch.
his thumb glided along your teeth, the bones pressing into his skin. before long he had pushed his index in also, and mike felt himself grow harder in his pants at the sight of you devouring his fingers with such vulgar noises and bobs of the head.
when he dragged his hand back, spit inched down his knuckles and your chin. mike smeared it across your jawline and down your neck, the wetness turning cold in an instant against the warmth of your skin.
he kissed you again, tongue exploring in the same places his finger did. your body pinned against mike's, wanting to absorb him further. but this time, the satisfaction of the kiss did not match the pleasure he felt when he was in your mouth.
so mike pulled back once more, and this time was even more invasive.
he shoved his middle and index back inside which such force that made you choke as his fingertips reached the back of your throat. his chest heaved, seeing ducts threaten to fall from your rolling eyes. they then dragged to your cheek, pulling the malleable flesh and stretching your lips out to the point they hurt.
slobber overwhelmed his fingers as you sucked them without him even asking. mike tried to stifle his whines, but you just looked so fucking hot in this moment.
you're still grating yourself against his thigh at this point, the cloth of your panties rubbing on his denims. you can only let out moans against his fingers as they reached so deep it didn't allow you to speak.
your teeth sunk into his skin, and mike unwillingly lets out a groan from the pleasureful pain. he dragged his long fingers out halfway, pads resting on your lazy tongue. he lowly stared at his red knuckles and the faint indentations you left, "fuck."
mike then pushes them back in as his other hand travels down to your waist then to your underwear. your hips raise themselves—you're impatient for his touch. he delicately takes the cotton on your heat and moves it to the side. mike feels how wet you are already and he lets your tongue spin around his digits one more before moving that hand down too.
you gnaw at the inside of your mouth when mike presses against your slick, saliva mixing with it and covering your cunts lips. his movements are agonizingly slow as if he wants this to drag on forever. "mike. p—please." you muffle.
mike obliges, pushing into you all the way to his rough knuckles. you were so warm around him, and mike couldn't help but stay still inside of you. neither of you moved, faces inches apart and there was nothing but uneven breathing.
your eyes were sealed tight, and a singular tear dropped onto his cheek. it dripped to his temple by tiny degrees, his hair soaking it in.
with painfully labored motions, mike started to drive in and out of you. he felt you pulsing around his fingers, and the erection he thought he could suppress now wanted to be released.
but he wanted to let you go first—he wanted to make you feel enraptured.
mike's lips settled on yours once more, and you let him enter your mouth with ease as you went limp around him, body merely being able to lift up on its own. but somehow, you have enough control to roll your hips, surging more pleasure from mike's two fingers.
them on their own were enough for you, but as mike started to hasten, he pushed another lengthy digit inside, stretching your tight cunt. you moaned against his mouth, to which he did the same.
he felt so addictively suffocated by you that he didn't even have time to catch his breath.
mike pulled his free hand up to hold the side of your face, his thumb tugging at the corner of your lip. you moved your tongue over to lick the pad of it, which made him roll his eyes back.
but you were too busy to notice. your focus was on the fact mike wheeler had three fingers inside of you, and he wasn't planning on stopping until you came all over them.
your slick dripped down to his wrist and your thighs were coated in wetness as mike continued his pace—which was anxiously steady. your eyelids were fluttering from the immense stimulation with each shove of his fingers and each smack of your lips against mikes'.
your thighs twitched when he stuttered his hand in an uneven rhythm, flexing his arm in order to push his thumb against your clit. "ah—" was all you could manage to squeak out, legs growing weaker.
mike curled the fingers that were inside you and he desired to go even deeper around your fleshy walls. and at the same time, his thumb moved in nimble circular gestures, making you now unable to control your moans as they flowed euphoniously out of our mouth. your brows knit into an expression of pure lecherous and your cheeks grew the brightest shade of pink.
the touch of his fingers were magical, and you had never before felt this pleasure from anyone else. these same hands were the ones that rolled the twenty-sided dice every saturday, the ones that gripped too harshly on his bike handles as he rode up a hill, the same ones that traced your knuckles as he played with your hand in bed.
mike playfully bit your top lip, "shh," he whispered, his thumb reaching deeper inside your mouth as a means to get you to be quiet. you caught your next wanton cry from escaping in your throat, but at the same time mike pulled his fingers out.
you hiccup and abruptly open your eyes. mike continues to kiss your lips without acknowledging the deprivation he caused you, and all over again he jams back inside. you let out a gasp of surprise and excitement, forearms now bending to steady you up and your neck is craned down.
your lips are still connected, but mike perks his head to look down at the marvelous sight. you—clenching around his long fingers, legs weak and toes curled.
satisfaction is coiling up inside of you, and you feel yourself getting closer to blissful release. as if it weren't possible, you tighten on his digits even further, and mike knows you're getting there. he flicks his wrists faster, harder.
"mmmgh—mike—" you buck your hips and within mere seconds, you come undone on mike. panting brims the room from the both of you as he slows down, but continues to thrust inside of you until your cum leaks out, dripping onto his pants.
he doesn't want to pull out. mike wants to keep his fingers warm. but when he does, he raises them to your face. "stick your tongue out," he murmurs, slowly separating his index and middle, beholding the sight of your icky slick. he lowers them onto your dark pink tongue and swirls them around. without a second thought you retract and close your mouth, sucking lewdly on his cum-coated fingers.
mike smiles, he should do this more often.
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