Micky Henry, dark, noncon.
You come home to Micky’s friend’s apartment from getting your visa extended. “Hello…?”
Mickey bursts from the kitchen in nothing but scuba glasses and his tighty whiteys brandishing a knife, “Excuse me?? Who are you and why are you in my home??”
You burst out laughing at the sight. He drops the knife and advances on you and slaps you hard on the ass, “OoW!”
“What’re you laughing at ? Huh? Yiu wanna fight? Huh?”, he says with a fake sneer, and you delightedly say “ Yes!”So you fake spar with him as he easily wins the fight by restraining your punches and getting you in a bear hug. You’re laughing like a kid. He then picks you up and messily blows raspberries on your exposed belly. “Oh you think thats funny, huh?,” he says in comically fake anger, as he jostles you in his arms, “I’ve got something really funny for you,” he says as he pulls you around his hips and rocks you on his hardening cock thats pressing into your clothed pussy. He kisses your face and blindly staggers over to the couch and lowers you onto it, dropping you before you reach it. He falls around you and you lol like kids. Then he fucks you very lovingly.
“Oh thank god-,” Mickey says, as he tries to welcome home-hug you, but you push his hands off. He shuts the door after you come in from you jail stint. You’re stunned and pissed that he somehow got out of jail early and didn’t even try to get you out. Micky keeps trying to put his hands on your shoulders, your arms. He wants you to listen to him, to understand, but you feel like he’s trying to control you and you become even more pissed off at him. You slap away his hands, hard, “Get your hands off me.” He’s upset, frustrated, and its turning to anger with how unreasonable you’re being; its on his face, in his voice. When you yell at him about your ex, he still has his composure, but he starts to unravel. “I don’t give fuck about Christos! It’s always Christos with you-,” he spats out. You’re always talking about your ex , and Mickey always feels emasculated when you do, even if he doesn’t show it. He knows he’s a fuckup, a loser, while Christos is a big shot, sauve, and condescending to him. You dramatically put your hand over your eyes and wail, “I knew I should have gone back to Chicago, Fuck you, Mickey!”
Mickeys restraint breaks. He gets down in your face, “Fuck me? Fuck ME?? Am I the one who told me to get naked?”Am I the one who fought a cop?” He walks you back into the wall. “Or was it YOU???”
You feel hurt and theatened by his demeanor. You’ve never seen him this angry before. But when he says “You,” you get mad and slap him across the face, hard enough to whip it to the side. He’s stunned, and before he can think, he’s slapped you back. He’s breathing heavy, he instantly regrets it, but some deeper part of him thinks you deserved it and he feels justified. He pulls your hand from your cheek and kisses you fiercely. When you don’t respond, he kisses you brutally, his hands all over you, to prove that you belongs to him. Then he puts you over his shoulder and walks off to the bedroom. You pound on his back and kick your foot into him, and he cracks you hard across your ass, then throws you down on the bed. He knows he fucked up bad, but he’s furious and horny, and he takes it all the way with you, fucking you without restraint. Both of you are in tears by the end, for different reasons.
What part do you want me to expand on for this one? It's already written out really well lol!
