Attn: Random Mikey fic incoming. Lotta smut, little plot. Hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,999 (got away from me sorry!)
Pairing: Mikey x Reader
Summary: Mikey’s a loser who can’t get laid, which is exactly why you want him 🤭
Warnings: 18+, making out, public dry humping, fingering in a bathroom stall, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, squirting, multiple creampies, overstimulation
Pathetic loser Mikey… he’s had sex maybe once or twice, but the majority of the time he gets turned down. “You need to get some bitches for real man. It’s getting sad,” a friend tells him. “I know man,” he says, feeling even more embarrassed. You watch from your corner at the party. He’s rejected again and again, and you smirk to yourself knowing exactly what you’re going to do.
“Hi!,” you smile as you approach him. “H— hi,” he stammers, enamored by your beauty. “You’re cute,” you say, leaning into him. “I am?,” he asks confusedly. “Mmhm,” you hum before you introduce yourself. And it’s the truth. He is cute, though a little desperate, but it’s what’s drawn you to him. You know if you get your hooks in him he’ll be obsessed, and it’s exactly what you want. You’re tired of all these fuckboys that just want to use someone, then leave. You want unwavering devotion, and from him… it’ll be easy.
“You wanna make out?,” you then ask. He nods dumbly, and you smile to yourself. You grab him by the collar before pushing him down on a couch. He holds his hands out as you straddle him, still stunned this is happening. You tangle your fingers into the curls at the base of his head, and tilt his head back. He gasps at the pleasurable sting of it before you speak. “Don’t you want to touch me Mikey?,” you pout. “Can I?,” he asks breathlessly. “Of course,” you coo before kissing his lips.
He whimpers when you run your tongue through his lips before opening up. His hands grip at your thighs and you can feel he’s hard. You lift a bit, moving your skirt just so you can place your clothed pussy over his erection and rub against him. “Hmmm,” he whines. “You like that baby boy?,” you murmur against his lips. “Y—yeah. More please,” he shudders. “So polite,” you comment before kissing him again.
Your hands tug and pull at his hair as your lips ravage his, hips still undulating against him. You pull his head to the side, opening up his neck for you so you can begin suckling just there. “Fuck. W— wait… I’m—,” he stammers, mind too foggy to get much further. You feel when he comes between your legs, the sticky wetness coating the gusset of your panties. “I— I’m sorry I—,” he says frantically. “You came for me. Such a good boy,” you whisper against his lips.
In that moment you see his eyes gloss over, and you know you’ve got him. “Give me your phone Mikey,” you tell him. He does as he’s told and you put your number in and send yourself a text. “For when you want to pay me back,” you tell him. “P— pay you back?,” he asks confusedly. “Sweet boy you owe me an orgasm,” you say before kissing his lips and getting off of him. He sits there for a moment, too stunned to register what just happened before he gets up and goes home.
A few days later your phone dings. “I’m ready,” it says simply. Mike nearly jumps out of his skin when you reply. “I’m in class, but meet me after?,” you question. “Yeah,” he replies. You tell him which building and find him nervously waiting when you’re done. “Hey cutie,” you say before kissing him. “Hey. I— I hope this doesn’t sound weird but I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you,” he admits. You smile up at him, glad your plan is working.
“I’ve been thinking of you too,” you say before looking around. “Come on,” you tell him as you take him by the hand. You pull him into the bathroom quickly and into a stall. After shrugging off your bag and hanging it on the door hook, you start making out with him again. His hands shakily wander, squeezing your ass then your breasts. He focuses his energy there for a while, making you laugh. “You like those?,” you question. He nods, squeezing them for emphasis. “Feels good baby, but I’m not going to come that way,” you tell him. You watch as his face reddens.
“Isn’t that why you texted me?,” you ask. “It is. I— I just… I’m not very experienced. I’ve only ever been with two women. They used me like a dildo and went on, which I got off so…,” he rambles. “Just do what you want Mikey. I’ll tell you if it feels good,” you assure him. “Really?,” he asks surprisedly. “Mmhmm. Just try your best,” you reply. He kisses you sloppily before quickly spinning you so that your back is to his chest.
He kisses your neck while he slips his hand beneath your shirt and bra. “Perfect,” he breathes before reaching down and unbuttoning your shorts. When he reaches down into your panties and feels how slick you are he shudders. “That’s all for you Mikey,” you say as you reach back and hold onto the back of his neck. He leans down and kisses you while letting his fingers slide through your slippery folds.
He’s still got one hand in your shirt squeezing your breast and tweaking at your nipple while he dips his fingers into you. When he hits your gspot you gasp. “Right there Mikey,” you tell him. He tucks his face into your neck, breathing heavily against your skin. He fingers you a while longer before swiping up to your clit. “Fuck yes,” you moan. Your ass grinds back into his erection, as he strums your clit just right. “B— back in my pussy Mikey,” you say shakily. He obeys immediately, shoving them in and out until your thighs begin shaking, and your moans get louder.
He feels your pussy convulse around his fingers as he latches his lips onto your neck. You faintly feel him humping your ass, and something warm spreading. His breathing is ragged as his fingers still. “Play with my clit Mikey. I want to come again,” you tell him. You feel him nod against you as his body shakes. He makes you come again and you feel him release a second time as well. “Naughty boy,” you tsk as he shudders with one last thrust against your ass.
“S— sorry. You just make me so fucking hard,” he says into your shoulder. “Well… now you owe me one more so, I’ll be seeing you again Mikey,” you say before turning and giving him a kiss. “Come on,” you tell him before sneaking out of the bathroom.
Over the next few weeks, you spend more time with Mikey. The two of you making each other cum again and again, all while learning little tidbits about one another as you’ve started meeting at your respective apartments for more privacy and time together. Turns out you really like him, and obviously the chemistry is off the charts, but the two of you have yet to fuck.
One day while laid in your bed, his soft curly head resting on your chest and you decide you want to go there with him. “Mikey do you want to fuck me?,” you ask him. “Wh- what?,” he blabbers as he sits up. “Do you want to fuck me?,” you ask again. “More than anything. I—,” he starts before you cut him off. “Well you need to ask politely,” you tell him. “P-please,” he stutters. “Not me… her,” you say as you slip off your bottoms. You go ahead and take your top off for good measure.
You lay back and spread your legs before running your fingers through your folds and up to your clit. Mikey groans at the sight. “Go ahead baby. Ask her nicely,” you say sultrily. He strips before situating himself between your legs. He immediately puts his mouth on your pussy. “Please,” he murmurs as he kisses your outer lips. “Please,” repeats as he pushes two fingers into you. He licks your clit, making your nipples harden. “Please,” he says again for sealing his lips around your pearl.
He’d never done this before either, but with the way you were moaning and writhing against his face, he figured himself doing a good job. “Yes… fuck. Finger me harder Mikey,” you keen. “Ahhh,” you moan as you gush. Once your thighs stop shaking you reach down and pull him up to you. You kiss him fervently before pulling back to speak. “Put your fucking cock in me right now,” you tell him. He’s already straining so when he slides in he’s cumming before he’s even fully set.
“‘M sorry. Sssso sorry,” he whines as his hips rock into you. “Keep fucking me through it Mikey. I want it,” you tell him. He fucks you in missionary, making you gush again, and fills you up a second time before you flip him. “Your cock feels so good,” you tell him as you take his hands and put them on your breasts. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he whimpers, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. You ride him harder and he can’t stop himself. His hips snaps up, hands moving to your hips as he cums so hard he feels like he could pass out.
He faintly registers your thighs shaking, your cum spurting out against him, and he looks up to see your blissed out state. Once you finish he sits up and kisses you. “I fucking love you,” he then says. “Yeah?,” you smirk. “Yeah. Do you love me?,” he asks as you slowly rock against him. “I do. I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. I hope you know that”, you tell him. “But I— I’m,” he says before breaking out into a moan. “Perfect,” you tell him before clamping down on him again.
Sure, maybe you’d used your sexual prowess to make him obsessed with you, but truly you’d wanted him from the start. You knew that he would be sweet to you and treat you well, and it’s all you ever wanted.
You pulled off of him before sitting back and spreading your legs. “Look at the mess we made Mikey,” you say, making him groan. “Let me clean you up,” he says before shoving his face between your legs. When you finish, you pull him off of you and bring his lips to yours, wanting to taste the two of you on his lips. Meanwhile you grab his cock and stroke him until he cums all over you. “Fuck. You make me crazy,” he rasps before taking you again.
The two of you fuck well into the night until finally Mikey is spooned up behind you. He’s sobbing into your neck, oversensitive from round after round. Even in his state he notices you trying to reach down for your clit. Quickly he moves your hand away and puts his on that cute little button between your legs. “Fuck me harder,” you plead. Mikey complies without question and relishes at the sound of your moans getting louder.
Them and the wet messy sound of your pussy fills the room just before you burst again. You faintly hear Mikey say something about a juicy pussy as he wraps his arm around your hips and slams into you. “Huuunh,” he whines as he cums one last time. When his softening cock slips out you turn in his arms, and begin kissing all over his face, making him smile.
“Finally, you’re mine,” you sigh happily. “I have been from the moment you approached me,” he chuckles as he tightens his hold on you. “I had a suspicion, just nice to be sure,” you reply, caressing his face. “Well rest assured, I’m not going anywhere Angel,” he tells you before giving you a kiss. “I think you are going to the shower though… with me,” you say playfully as you get up and run. “Wait for me,” Mikey replies as he scrambles out of the bed.
A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! I hope it's okay that it's Walter comforting someone else by telling a bedtime story! A major shoutout to @geralts-yenn for checking this for at least somewhat accurate six-year-old-ness.
(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)
Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey, OFC
Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother...
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Fluff. Mention of 'underage'(?) sex (They're both sixteen.) A mom saying a totally un-hilarious, major cringy thing.
“Shit,” I groan as I sit up. Outside, the rain is picking up, and I can hear the beginning rumble of thunder in the distance. I look next to me, where I had just managed to get Christina mostly naked. “Get dressed.”
“Why?” she asks. “What’s going on?” It takes absolutely everything I’ve got to ignore what the finger she’s dragging down my back is doing to me.
“Mikey,” I answer bluntly. “There’s a storm coming. He gets scared.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I hear him scream in the other room. Chris and I both scramble to get our clothes back on, finishing in the nick of time, just as there’s a soft knock on the door. I chuckle when I hear it. Since when does this kid know how to knock?
“Hey, little buddy,” I say after opening the door and picking Mike up off the floor. He’s on the verge of crying. Kid really doesn’t like thunder. One look at that trembling bottom lip tells me he’s about to break, so I walk him over to my bed and put him under the covers between me and Chris. It’s cozy, for sure, because this queen-sized bed really isn’t made for three people, even if the third is a tiny one like Mikey. “It’s okay, no need to be scared.”
Never in the history of trying to calm someone down, has the phrase ‘there’s no need to be scared’ actually been helpful, but it’s the only thing I can think of. I look at Chris and pray she’s better at this than I am.
“Come here, cutie,” she says, pulling him closer. It doesn’t seem to calm him down much just yet, but he does snuggle into her arms, which is a good start.
“Bear,” he sobs softly, and I almost fly out of bed. ‘Bear’ is Mikey’s black and white stuffed dog, and he absolutely can’t sleep without it. That does make it fairly easy to retrieve, because it’s going to be on his bed – probably. Yep! Armed with Bear, and Mike’s favorite blanket, I make my way back to my room, careful not to trip over anything in Mike’s room, or the hallway, in the complete dark. It’s definitely a challenge, but he’ll never fall asleep if I turn on a light now.
“Bear is right here, Mikey,” I whisper. The first flash of lightning brightens the room just as he reaches out to grab the plushie. Chris impatiently grabs my hand and pulls me back into bed. “You don’t like the storm, either, do you?”
“No,” she admits, “I hate it.”
“You’re scared, too?” Mikey asks. Just because the tears aren’t flowing now, doesn’t mean they won’t come back, so I don’t pat myself on the back just yet.
“I am,” Chris says softly. I can’t see her face, but it sounds like she’s embarrassed about it.
“I was, too, when I was small,” I tell Mikey.
He gasps. “But… you’re not afraid of anything! You’re not even scared of girls!” I never thought I would find the start of the ‘girls are gross’ phase so funny, but I do.
“Trust me,” I tell him, “I’m plenty scared of girls.” Behind him, Chris snickers – and almost chokes while she’s at it… I really don’t need a second crisis on my hands here. Luckily, Mike is too young to understand the innuendo – at least I really, really hope he is.
Every time thunder or lightning strikes, Mike squeals like a hurt puppy, and Chris squeezes him tighter. The tears don’t come back, though, and I’m really happy he seems to have calmed down at least a little bit. I hate seeing Mikey scared. For a moment, I think we might actually be ready to go to sleep, but then Chris asks a still trembling Mikey if he wants to hear a story. Of course he does! Now, one might have assumed that because Chris was the one to offer, she actually has a story to tell him. She doesn’t. So that falls on me, I guess. Fine.
I toss another pillow behind my bed, so I can sit up a little, pull Mikey on top of me and Chris into my side. The whole thing feels so ridiculously domestic that it should probably scare me at this age – and if I’m being perfectly honest, it kinda does. Plenty scared of girls, remember?
Selecting one isn’t easy to begin with – it can’t be a story they made a Disney movie out of, because Mikey knows those by heart and will interrupt me to point out every mistake he thinks I make. I also have to keep in mind that the kid is already scared, so half of the Grimm-repertoire is out. The first three options I call out, apparently mom has already told him in the past week or something. We finally settle on Rumpelstiltskin – a story I hate for no reason other than that I have told it to him six million times. Now, instead of Mikey pointing out all the errors in my fantastic – if I do say so myself – interpretation, it’s Chris.
“Excuse me, do you want to tell this story, miss ‘I don’t know, you tell him something’?” I’m a little snippy, I know, but it’s the third time she’s interrupted me before I even managed to finish my second sentence.
“No,” she says quickly, ending her answer on a shriek and nestling into my side when lightning flashes again. I continue, and after a while, I can tell Mike is about to fall asleep. He never makes it to the end of bedtime stories. The one thing this kid knows how to do is sleep like a log. It takes a while to get him to settle down enough to actually go to sleep, but once he’s asleep… Soon, I find myself finishing the story for Chris. I’m not sure if she knows that, but I can’t bring myself to stop; she seems to like that I keep talking.
“Thanks, Walter,” she says softly when the story is up, “for not making fun of me.”
“Why would I make fun of you?” I ask. What is she thinking?
“I was every bit as scared as Mikey,” she confesses. It sounds silly, but she’s talking like she committed a crime or something.
“Good thing I was here, then,” I say as I give her a kiss on her forehead before carefully putting Mikey in between us.
“So, did you guys have fun last night?” mom asks without looking up from the food she’s making.
“Yeah,” I groan. Between almost getting pushed out of my bed by Mike and getting kicked in the shins every time Chris was bothered by the storm, I didn’t sleep a wink…
“Quite a storm, huh? Was Mikey okay?” Mom continues. I almost drop the stack of books I’m holding. She knew.
“You… Damn!” I yell. “Did I…” I can’t even finish my sentence, because I’m floating somewhere halfway between angry and impressed, and I don’t know how I want to finish that sentence.
“Did you what? Get cockblocked by your mom? I guess. I’m sorry.” I wince – as any sane person would – when my mom says ‘cockblocked’.
“Trust me, Walt, I hated saying it as much as you hated hearing it,” she laughs, “but the look on your face right now makes it more than worth it…”
Attn: So no one asked for this, but it’s something that popped in my head and took over. I hope y’all enjoy! Also! Special shoutout to my girl @mrsevans90 for helping me out with this one 🩷🩷🩷
Word Count: 3,976 (sorry)
Pairing: Mikey x OFC Heather Townes aka Poppy
Summary: When adult content creator, Poppy, is left without a filming partner she finds a solution with her biggest fan.
Warnings: 18+, sex work, cam sex, mentions of toys, oral preformed in a dildo, pussy job, p in v sex, multiple creampies, squirting, oral (female receiving), smidge of angst, a little fluff too
Heather Townes was your ordinary girl. She had hopes and dreams like anyone else but when she decided to start posting… videos of herself on a certain site, she’d found she could make enough money to do whatever she wanted all while having a good time.
Poppy was her alias, alluding to her red hair and vibrant, catlike green eyes. When she was alone she’d done well enough but when she’d started dating her current boyfriend, he’d been more than happy to join in as long as he’d remained anonymous as well. Heather would don cute floral mask and lingerie, often poppy themed to match her stage name.
She’d shared her profits and her life with this man for three years, when things took a turn. Suddenly he’d become bored of her… their routine. Apparently the thrill of other women inboxing him was too strong, and he’d seemingly forgotten all about poor Heather. It wasn’t fair…
She’d brought him into her life, and let him be involved. Now she didn’t have him all. She contemplated whether it was her fault, but after a little thought, she realized he was just a piece of shit. This brought an entire new issue to light. She didn’t have a partner to film with anymore. She could go back to her solo videos, but those didn’t get as many views as the ones with a partner.
She’d decided to open up her inbox and see if anyone had any requests when a familiar name popped up.
Mikey25: Hey Sweets. Noticed there hasn’t been as much content updates lately. You okay?
Mikey25 had been one of her most loyal subs from the very beginning, and truly he was a generous tipper as well. Heather thought about it before deciding to confide in someone because really she didn’t talk about her work that much to people she knew in real life.
Poppy: Hey Mikey. Yeah. Sorry about that. My boyfriend, who I filmed with, decided it would be more fun to go fuck some of the women who messaged him on here soooo….
Mikey25: What an idiot! How could anyone ever want to leave you just period, but especially for someone else? You’re perfect.
Mike sent his message then reread it to himself and groaned. He was being weird… This woman didn’t know him, but damn if he didn’t know plenty about her. He knew exactly how bright her eyes were, how her red hair fell lightly against her smooth skin, how her pretty pink nipples and pussy looked, and the sweet little sounds she’d make when she was about to come. God he was getting hard just thinking about it, and just when he figures he’d likely scared her off a message pops up.
Poppy: You’re too sweet, you know that? Can I do something special for you tonight?
Mikey25: Please…
Heather decides to leave her inbox open and finds Mikey25 there daily, always with a new request ready for her.
Mikey25: Would you be willing to video chat with me?
Poppy: I’ve never done one before, but… I think it would be okay with you. Give me a few minutes to get myself ready.
Mike waits with bated breath, and when the video call comes through, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He fumbles with the mouse before connecting the call. “Hey Mikey,” she says with a smile. “Poppy,” he breathes. She’s got his favorite poppy lingerie and mask on, and his cock is already so hard it hurts.
He’s staring and doesn’t realize, but then when he snaps out of it he realizes she’s staring just as hard. “I— I’ve seen you somewhere before,” she then says, making his heart hammer in his chest. “Y— you know me?,” he questions. “You work at that cat café, don’t you?,” she then says. “I— I do,” he replies, scrambling to remember if he’d seen her too. “Huh… what a small world,” she laughs lightly.
“Was I busy? I know I would recognize those eyes anywhere,” he blurts out, making Heather smirk. “Would you now?,” she teases. Mike blushes deeply. “I know how much you watch my videos Mikey. No need in getting shy now,” she tells him. “I would,” he nods. “I like you Mikey. Would you want to meet sometime? For real, that is?,” she questions. “Really?,” he questions. “Why not?,” she shrugs. “Okay,” he agrees eagerly.
“Now… what can I do for you tonight?,” she asks, bringing his attention back to what they’re supposed to be doing. Suddenly his tongue feels heavy, and his breathing becomes heavy. “Th— the dildo that looks like this,” he says as he pulls out his cock, “I want you to suck it.” Heather bites her lip at the sight. It had been nearly two months now since she had actual sex, and the sight of Mike’s pretty cock has her clenching. The fact she actually enjoys sex was a big reason she’d gotten into the job, and she missed it.
“Nice cock,” she tells him before grabbing the dildo he mentioned. She pushes it past her pink lips and Mike grabs himself, trying to mimic her movements. “L— let me see those tits, Angel,” he then mutters. She removes her bra then takes the slippery dildo and rubs it over her nipples. “Fuck,” he breathes. “What now Mikey?,” she questions. “Sit up and take your panties off, Poppy. P— put it in,” he huffs, trying not to blow his load too quickly.
She does as she’s asked, and can tell she’s dripping wet, despite wetness of the dildo. “You like that Mikey?,” she asks as she pumps it in and out of her. “F— fuck yes. I wish that was my cock. You’re so fucking pretty baby,” he whines. Heather’s legs start to shake, his words spurring her on. “Cum with me,” he pleads, and so she does. She writhes against the dildo, pussy clamping around it harshly as she pants.
She keeps her eyes open, watching as Mike throws his head back and spurts of cum shoot up his stomach. He’s a cute guy as it is, but like this… he’s downright sexy. It makes her pussy ache… “Again?,” she asks. Mike looks up at her with glossy eyes and nods, more than happy to see her go again. The two of them spend a good portion of the night together and when Heather sees Mike sending her a $500 tip she nearly freaks.
“Mikey I can’t accept that”, she insists. “It’s okay Sweets. I promise. You’re more than worth it,” he replies. “Yeah but… can you afford it?,” she asks tentatively. “Oh yeah. That cafe isn’t my main gig. I’m a software engineer. I do pretty well, but my nan needs help at the cafe sometimes so I go in,” he tells her. Heather nods. “When’s your next shift?,” she then asks a bit nervously. “Y— you still want to see me?,” he asks. “I mean if you don’t want to—,” she begins. “No! I do. I just… didn’t want you to feel like you had to. My next shift is Monday,” he tells her.
Monday rolls around and Mike anxiously works at his nan’s cafe. Finally around two a redhead walks in the door.. a redhead with the brightest green eyes… eyes that he’s seen many, many times. “Mikey?,” she smiles as she approaches the counter. “Y— yeah,” he stammers. “Almost didn’t recognize you without your cock out,” she leans in close and whispers. When she leans back she sees that he’s blushing furiously.
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist. I’m Heather Townes,” she says extending her hand. He takes it and shakes it gingerly. “Who is this?,” a tiny little elderly woman asks, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “Uh… Nan this is my friend Heather. Heather, this is my Nan, Greta,” he says. “Friend… like girlfriend? She’s beautiful Michael,” Greta. “No Nan. She’s a new friend,” he chuckles. “Well. Take your lunch with her,” Greta insists.
The two of them place an order before sitting down. “Sorry about my Nan. She means well,” Mike tells Heather. “It’s okay. She’s cute,” Heather says with a smile. Not much longer their drinks and food arrive and they begin to eat. “So…,” Heather starts. “So?,” Mike asks nervously. “Well I wanted to ask you something, but if it’s too weird please tell me to shut up, okay?,” she begins. “Okay,” he replies confusedly.
“Well you know how now I don’t have a partner to film with right?,” she says. “Yeah?,” he questions. He watches as her teeth scrape across her plush lower lip a few times. “I— if you could… would you maybe want to film with me?,” she asks. Mike immediately chokes on his food. After getting over the coughing fit he tries to gain his composure. “You want me… to film with you? Like.. have sex with you?,” he babbles.
“I mean, I’d like to do a background check, if that’s okay? And for the both of us to get tested beforehand just to give the other that peace of mind, but yeah. We had good chemistry the other night, and we’re attracted to one another—,” she gets out. “You find me attractive?,” he asks. “Don’t seem so shocked Mikey. You’re cute, and like I said you have a nice cock. I’d pay you for your services, and you could have the camera angled to keep you anonymous, or I have masks you could wear too if you want,” she tells him.
“This isn’t real,” he breathes. “Like in a good or bad way?,” Heather asks. “Are you kidding? This is the best day of my life,” he says before grinning wildly. “So you want to?,” she questions hopefully. “Yes. I’d be more than glad to,” he replies, making Heather smile. “Yay! So I was thinking while we wait for the background check and the full STD/STI panels to come back we could exchange numbers and get to know one another on a personal level. Then once that’s all good, we could meet at my place, have dinner, then we could try things out off camera. Is that okay?,” she asks.
“No filming the first time?,” he questions. “Well I just thinking it would put a pressure off, and we can see how it goes. Just enjoy ourselves and see how we do together the first go around. If that’s a problem—,” she begins. “No problem at all,” he says quickly. “Good,” she nods. After finishing up they exchange numbers as planned, and before Heather leaves, she turns and gives Mike a wink. “Looking forward to doing business with you,” she says before walking out of the door.
As promised the two of them get to know each other over the next two weeks. It turns out the two of them have a good bit in common. They love staying in, being cozy, watching horror movies, and while Mike likes comics, Heather likes books. Heather’s gotten Mike’s background check and her results, which are all clear. She texts Mike a picture, and the following week, Mike sends her his results, which are all clear as well.
“So date night, Friday?,” Heather asks. “Yeah sure. Should I bring anything?,” he questions. “Dessert? I’ll cook the meal?,” she asks. “Sure,” he agrees. “It’s a date!,” she replies before they get off of the phone.
Friday Mike is a ball of nerves. He shows up to Heather’s house with a chocolate cake, and a bottle of wine. When he knocks on the door he doesn’t expect Heather to open the door in a dainty little robe, but there she is. “Hey sweetie. Come on in,” she says before standing aside to let him in. “I brought these. Uh…,” he trails off. “We can put those in the kitchen. I was thinking maybe we could have sex first? Being folded up with a full stomach isn’t always so fun,” she says.
“I’ll do whatever you say,” he says as he sits the cake and wine on the counter. “Hmm. Really?,” she asks with a cute scrunch of her nose. “Really. I’m at your disposal,” he tells her. “And why is that?,” she questions teasingly. “I mean obviously I’m your number one fan, but since we’ve met and gotten to know each other I only like you more. I’m… a bit enamored by you,” he replies, whispering the last part.
“God you really are the sweetest,” Heather says, moving closer. “I—,” he gets out before she kisses him. Mike reacts quickly. He wraps his arms around Heather, bringing her closer, deepening the kiss. When she pulls away, she’s breathless. “Come on,” she says as she takes him by the hand. She leads him up to her bedroom before dropping her robe.
She has on a cute translucent set that’s a darker purple, with lavender flowers on it. Mike’s brain stalls before he begins stripping. “I was wondering if we could try something? My ex never wanted to,” Heather says with a bit of a pout. Mike is already nodding, and she smiles before pulling out a bottle of creamy lubricant. “I want you to pour this on top of my panties and rub that pretty cock of yours on me, then—,” she starts before he’s pushing her back eagerly.
He lays her back on the bed, spreading her out before brushing his cock over her mound. He starts pumping the creamy lube out then goes to work. “Mmm,” she whimpers as his cock head rubs against her clit. His hands roam over her thighs before he pulls her panties aside enough to slip his cock beneath them. He continues his rutting before looking up into those eyes he’s seen a million times.
They’re filled with pleasure as soft sounds tumble from Heather’s lips. Suddenly she undoes her bra and lets him see her breasts bounce lightly. “Fuck,” he groans. He can’t believe this is happening. He almost feels like a little pervert, but she asked him, and now he’s going do to whatever it takes to make her feel as good as she’s made him over the last few years.
Mike keeps looking into her eyes as he reaches down and snaps the dainty strap on her hip. Heather gasps as he moves to do the other. “Fuck that was hot Mikey. Ahhh,” she moans. Her body starts tensing up and he can tell she’s getting close. “That’s it. Come on,” he huffs. Heather reaches down, splaying her hand over his cock as she comes. Her hips rock against him, and Mike isn’t sure how he’s not coming too, probably because he’s holding off for more. But God does his cock ache.
Without another thought he pushes Heather up onto the bed and kisses her sloppily. She wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers into his curls. She can feel him pressing against her entrance, and when her hips tilt up, chasing his cock, he starts to push in. His hand finds its way beneath her plush ass and grabs a handful as he sinks into her.
Once he’s set he pulls back from their kiss, teeth gritted tight before opening his mouth and letting out the sluttiest moan. “Mikey,” Heather breathes. “H— hold on Angel. I— fuck you’re so tight,” he growls. His hips jerk forward of their own accord and before he can worry if it hurt Heather moans. “God… your cock. So thick,” she practically purrs. “You keep that up I’ll cum,” he chuckles. “Mikey… baby. We had video sex, remember? I know you can go more than once,” she smiled.
“B— but I’m inside?,” he says confusedly. “That’s where I prefer it but,” she shrugs before it clicks for him. That stupid bastard she’d been with wouldn’t fill up her sweet little pussy. “Something was really wrong with him,” he comments before starting to thrust. With that, he’s everywhere. Hands and mouth roaming, thick cock pumping. Heather is wound so tight it doesn’t take long for Mike to recognize she’s going to come again.
“Look at me,” he tells her. She opens her eyes and finds a blue flame staring back at her. “Oh— oh fuuuuck,” she screams. It’s too much, Mike absolutely loses it. “Yeah?,” he says as he pounds into her harder. “Cum inside me Mikey,” she then wails. His orgasm knocks the breath out of him. His movements become sloppy as he chases his own high. When he stops coming he collapses on top of Heather, overwhelmed with sensation.
She coos at him, gently caressing his body. “I can’t believe I just did that,”he murmurs into her skin. “Did what?,” she asks. “I just had sex with most beautiful woman in the world,” he says as he raises up to meet her eye. Heather runs a hand over his face affectionally, liking him more and more. “Do you want to do it again?,” she asks seductively. “Please,” he says with puppy eyes.
“Little cutie,” she smiles before flipping the two of them. “Come here,”she says as she pulls him up to sitting. Heather drapes her arms around his neck and begins to ride him. “Oh god… Sweets. Fuck,” he blabbers. She gives him a kiss before he rests his against her chest, gently lapping at her breasts. “I— I like that,” she gasps, which only eggs him on. He pushes her breasts together to gain better access and keeps lapping at and sucking on her nipples.
When she comes this time it’s so forceful it snatches the cum right out of his aching cock. Mike falls back, bringing Heather with him, all while thrusting wildly into her. He fucks right through his orgasm, cock so sensitive it makes him start whining loudly, which only turns Heather on more. She lets him have his way. Fucking and fucking, bending her into each and every position he wants, and fuck he’s so eager. It’s so hot, and she makes sure to tell him through her sobs and moans.
Currently he’s spooned up behind her, hand between her legs stroking at her clit, while the other has an ironclad grasp on her right breast. “Hottest fuck of my liiiife Mikey,” she keens. “You know many times you’ve made me cum over the years Angel? I owe you so m— many orgasms. Want you to feel good,” he manages. His words make her pussy quiver, fluttering around him. “I— dunno if I can,” she says, becoming delirious with pleasure. “J— just one more. Want you to have one more,” he tells her.
Blinding white hot pleasure washes over her as her pussy starts to gush over Mike. She sobs as he rolls her over, body heavy on her back as he humps into her like a wild animal. “P— pretty pussy busting just for me,” he slurs as he draws out her pleasure. “Please… please,” she cries as she claws at the bedsheets. With one firm thrust he explodes, sending his heaviest load yet into her tight cunt.
“I… no more. I—,” she says through her tears. “Shhh baby. Shhh,” he says, somehow managing to form a coherent thought. He stays tucked inside while rubbing her body soothingly, placing tender kisses to her shoulders and cheek. When her body stops shaking so badly he pulls out and helps her turn to face him. When she does, she automatically reaches out and clings to him. “I’ve got you,” he says softly.
He lays beside her for a while, just caressing her and letting her know he’s there. “No one has ever fucked me like that before,” she sniffles as she looks up at him. “No?,” he chuckles. “You brought me to tears Mikey,” she laughs. “Was I good?,” he asks worriedly. “Best I’ve ever had,” she admits before cupping his face and kissing him. When she pulls away his baby blues have gone soft, and she knows for a fact she’s keeping him.
“How about a bath before dinner? I feel like jello. Limp and sticky,” she says, making him laugh uproariously. “Anything you want Sweets,” he says before scooping her up and taking her to the bathroom. That night they have dinner and just when Mike is going to leave, Heather surprises him.
“You could stay… if you want to,” she says softly. “Really?,” he smiles. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind some cuddles after all of that. Then maybe if you’re up for it, we could film tomorrow?,” she says, letting her fingertips trail up his chest. “You really did like me huh?,” he grins cheekily. “Could you not tell?,” she asks with a pout. “Sure Sweets, but really… this still feels like a dream,” he admits. “Well wake up Mikey because you’re MINE now,” she says playfully as she squeezes him. He hastily throws her over his shoulder before carrying Heather off to bed.
Within the next six months Heather’s Poppy blows up thanks to her new partner, Mikey25. People can’t get enough of how eager, and how obsessed with her he is. Anytime she wants to try something new, or simply if she tells him to do something he’s clawing at the chance to please her. He’s more than doubled her subscriber count, and does well with tips of his own. He never takes solo requests though, and honestly since they started neither has Heather.
It’s a realization that dawns on her one night when Mike has his face between her legs. They’re filming but she can’t help herself. “M— Mikey…,” she chokes out. “Mmm,” he hums against her. “Come here,” she pants. “You want this cock baby?,” he questions. “I want you,” she tells him. “Well I’m gonna give you—,” he says as he runs his cock head through her folds before noticing her shaking her head. “What’s wrong?,” he asks frantically.
“I want you,” she says tearily. He sits up and pulls her into his lap, letting what she’s saying sink in. “Me?,” he questions. “Please. I— I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—,” she says, flustered before Mike crashes his lips into hers. “I’ve been yours from the moment we first met Sweets,” he admits. “Well that’s good because I think I love you,” she says with a nervous laugh. “Yeah?,” he smiles. “Yeah,” she nods. “I love you too,” he replies happily.
Two months later Mike moves in, happy to have his girl at arms length at any given time, and Heather agrees. She’s never felt so loved and cared for in her life.
One day the two of them are sitting around, not doing much when the doorbell rings. “I’ve got it,” he tells Heather before giving her a quick kiss. When he opens the door he’s met with a familiar face… Heather’s ex. “Can I help you?,” Mike deadpans. “You must be the new guy! I was just here to tell Heather I’m back. You can clear out my guy,” he says, trying to come inside.
“Actually,” Mike starts, pushing him back, “I’m not okay with other guys fucking my girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?,” he scoffs. “Who is it Mikey?,” Heather says, wrapping her arms around him. Mike puts an arm around her, tucking her into his side. “Oh…. What do you want?,” she asks. “Says he’s back and says I can clear out,” Mike tells her. “Really?,” Heather asks before laughing manically.
“I’m sorry. That’s funny. Even if Mikey and I weren’t a couple I would neeeever take you back. He’s sweet to me, and is way better in bed than you ever were. If you don’t believe me go check our videos out. Have a nice life,” she says before slamming the door in his face.
“That was so hot,” Mike then comments without thinking. “Yeah? Why don’t you show me how hot it was huh?,” Heather teases. “Gladly,” he replies before pressing her up against the front door.
Attn: Can’t stop thinking about sweet, innocent virgin Mikey for some reason sooo I wrote this lol. Hope y’all enjoy!
Word count: 1,821
Pairing: Mikey x Reader
Summary: You’ve had a crush on your brother’s friend, Mike, forever. You finally tell him how you feel.
Warnings: 18+, smidge of angst, fingering, oral (female receiving), bit dry humping, losing virginity, p in v sex, creampie
He’s your brother’s friend who you’ve had a crush on forever. Little do you know he feels the same, but he’s just so shy he can’t bring himself to tell you. Anytime he’s near you, he can hardly keep himself from blushing. You hadn’t paid it much attention but when you finally notice it, it’s the cutest shit you’ve ever seen.
Tonight it’s your brother’s birthday, and of course there’s a full house and plenty of alcohol involved. Your inhibitions being lowered due to a few drinks, you set out to tell Mikey just how you feel. You find him outside, sitting by himself on a bench beneath the oak tree in your back yard. You make your way to him. When he catches sight of you, his cheeks instantly redden, and it only deepens when you make yourself comfortable on his lap.
“S— sweetheart, what are you doing?,” he stammers. You run your hands through his soft curls. “You’re so damn cute Mikey,” you breathe. “I— me?,” he questions. “Mmhmm,” you hum, looking up at his plush lips. “Y— you’re sure? I mean you’re so pretty. Beautiful really,” he rambles nervously. Before he realizes, you’ve pulled his lips down to yours for a kiss.
You scoot closer, deepening the kiss. His arms finally wrap around you, holding you close. Before it’s over you’ve turned to straddle him and the two of you are full on making out. “Mmm,” he whines as you suck his lower lip into your mouth. You let your teeth graze it before letting it go. You can feel his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans as he continues to whimper into the kiss. “I want you,” you whisper against his lips. “Angel I—,” he begins. “Don’t you want me Mikey?,” you ask.
“God do I. I want you more than anything Sweetheart. It’s just that I… well I’ve never—,” he says, face flaming red now. “You’ve never had sex before?,” you question. He groans before hiding his face in your neck. “Mikey. Baby, look at me,” you say taking his face in your hands. He pouts adorably, big blue eyes watery. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We don’t have to, but if you wanted… I could be your first,” you say tentatively. “You’ll help me? I want it to be good for you,” he tells you. “Come on,” you say as you stand up and take him by the hand.
You bring him into the privacy of your room before locking the door. You turn to face him. His face is still flushed and his chest begins heaving when you take your top off. When you unclasp your bra and let it slide off you’re sure he stops breathing. You walk over to him, take his hands, and place them on your breasts. He looks down at you, pupils blown wide as he begins kneading at them. “You like that?,” you ask him, making the blush on his cheeks creep down his neck. He nods eagerly.
“I want to kiss them,” he says bashfully. “You can,” you tell him. He kisses you softly, while laying you back on the bed. He hovers over you, before you grab him about the middle and pull him closer, making him whine into your mouth. His lips leave yours, and tentatively make their way across your jaw and down your neck. “Ahh,” you gasp when he finds the spot you like. The sound makes his hips rut into you involuntarily. “Mikey,” you whimper. “Shit,” he whispers.
He finally gets brave enough to make his way to your chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, pushing them together. “So pretty,” he murmurs before taking a nipple in his mouth. He starts with soft kitten licks, alternating between one nipple and the other, the feeling of you squirming beneath him egging him on. Before it’s over he’s absolutely lost in it. As much of your breast that’ll fit into his mouth is sucked into it as his tongue laps furiously at your aching nipples.
When he’s had his fill, he pops off, letting his chin rest in the middle as he fondles at your breasts. “Was that okay?,” he asks. You’re a panting mess at this point and merely manage to nod while you catch your breath. “Wh— what now?,” he asks. “What do you want baby?,” you question. “I….,” he says, not meeting your eye. “Tell me sweetheart,” you say while playing with his hair. “I want to make you cum before we….,” he trails off. “Take off my pants and underwear,” you instruct.
He does as he’s asked before sitting back and taking you in. “You’re so beautiful. I— I don’t deser—,” he begins. “Shhh,” you say, sitting up kissing his lips. “That’s for me to decide isn’t it? Now what do you want to do?,” you ask. “I want to touch you. Ma— maybe taste you. Oooh,” he gasps as you palm him over top his jeans. “I’m all yours Mikey,” you say before nipping his ear. He kisses you again before laying you back.
“T— tell me if you don’t like something I’m doing, okay?,” he asks. “Okay,” you agree. He begins slowly running his hands up your thighs before stopping. He quickly shucks his pants off and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him in his boxers. “Pants were killing me,” he murmurs before beginning again. His thumb brushes your clit making your body jolt. He touches it a few more times, liking the way your face scrunches up in pleasure. Soon his thumb is gone and is replaced by his lips.
He gives your clit a little kiss before trailing his fingers down to your dripping entrance. He slips one in, then another while his tongue begins flitting over your sensitive bud. “Fuck… Mikey,” you moan. You tangle your fingers into his curls and he can’t help himself. His hips start grinding against your bed and he begins whining into your pussy. “That feels so good,” you gasp as your body goes taut with your orgasm. You pull him off when your clit becomes too sensitive.
“What did I do?,” he asks frantically. “N— nothing baby. It was good. You did good. Just oversensitive now,” you tell him. He pouts a bit, and cheekily laps at you again. “Mikey please,” you groan. “You taste so good though,” he counters. “I’ll feel even better if you just—,” you say. You don’t have to tell him twice. He takes his lips of your clit and crashes them into yours. “Tell me what to do Angel. I want you so bad,” he says. Even with how he’s gotten you all wet, you can feel how much precum he’s leaked out as he dry humps you.
“You want to be on top or do you want me on top?,” you ask him. “I like being right here,” he says. “Take your underwear off and ease into me. You feel big,” you tell him. “Is that bad?,” he questions. “No, just might be a bit of a stretch for me. Let me see,” you tell him as he slides his boxers down. You grab his cock and are right. He’s bigger than what you’ve ever had. You take a bit of the precum off the head as use it to stroke him a few time. “Don’t wanna cum like this Sweetheart. Please,” he whimpers.
You guide him to your cunt and he doesn’t waste time. He moves slowly as you asked, but steadily still. You look up at him. His curls are damp with sweat and his soft pink lips are parted open as soft little moans fall from them. Once he’s set his hips jerk of their own accord. He isn’t rough, but you don’t quite feel ready. “Mikey you need to be still,” you tell him. “‘M trying. Oh fuck,” he sobs as he shakes his head. He stops but his entire body is trembling. “S— sorry Angel. Feels so good. I just wanna…,” he babbles.
“I know. Give me a kiss,” you say as you pull him down to you. The two of you get lost in the kiss and once it’s done you feel relaxed and ready. “You can move now baby. Go ahead,” you assure him. He starts off slow, afraid he’ll hurt you, but after a while you need more. “Harder Mikey,” you tell him. He doesn’t hesitate, his hips begin to piston in and out of you. “Fuck that’s it. That’s… so good,” he slurs. He leans down and wraps you up in his arms as he whines into your neck.
“Oh my God,” you gasp when he hits that sensitive spot inside you. “What’s wrong?,” he asks as his head snaps up, hips slowing. “Don’t stop,” you plead. “Sweetheart?,” he questions. “Please harder like before Mikey. I— I’m gonna cum,” you rasp. His hips automatically speed back up. The way his cock drags across your gspot has you seeing stars in no time. “Ahhhh,” you cry out when your pussy clamps down around him. “Uuhhh… Shit. C— can I?,” he strains as his cock swells. “Cum inside me Mikey,” you tell him, and that’s all it takes.
He moans and whines loudly as he unleashes in your warm, wet pussy. With his last few strokes his entire body has a tremor wrack through it. He goes lax in your arms once he’s done, his weight crushing but somehow still comfortable. You run your hands over his body soothingly as he comes down. “Are you okay?,” you ask. When he rises up he’s got the biggest dopey smile on his face. “Yeah. Was I alright?,” he asks nervously, smile fading away. “You were perfect baby,” you tell him, brining back his happy demeanor.
He leans down and kisses you sweetly before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “This means you’re my girlfriend now right?,” he says shyly. “It better,” you tease before kissing him again. “Good. I— I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t know how to say it. Seems silly now,” he says as he shakes his head. “Same here,” you tell him. “You’re sure? I mean you are a literal Angel. So sweet and pretty,” he says as he caresses your face. “I’m sure. It’s you I want Mikey,” you tell him. “Well I’m all yours,” he grins.
“You wanna take a shower with me?,” you ask him. You can feel his cock beginning to stir once again. “I— uh. I’m sorry. I can’t contr—,” he starts before you cut him off with a kiss. “I’d be glad to let you explore shower sex if you’re interested in that,” you tell him. “You aren’t gonna be sore are you?,” he frets. “I’ll be fine baby, promise,” you reply. “Okay then. Let’s go,” he says as he pulls you out of the bed excitedly.
Attn: This took me exactly 5yrs to write. I’m so sorry 🤦🏻♀️ I hope y’all enjoy it!
Word Count: 2,472
Pairing: Mike Collins x OFC Juliet Sherwood
Summary: Juliet and Mike go to the gala.
Warnings: 18+, smidge of angst, possessive Mikey, oral (female receiving), humping and coming in one’s underwear
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Part Five
“Doll,” Mike whispers, shaking Juliet softly. “Hmm?,” she hums before blindly wrapping her arms around him. She pulls him tight to her, making him chuckle. “I’ve got to go Sweets,” he murmurs, though putting his arms around her. “Where?,” she questions. “Work. Gonna be a bit busy the next few days,” he tells her. A sad sound leaves her, and it breaks his heart.
“I’ll be home in the evenings Doll. I’ve just got to help Dad with some things. Mom is excited to spend some time with you,” he tells her. “She’s so nice,” Juliet mumbles. “She is. Give me a kiss,” he then says. Juliet loosens her grip lightly before kissing Mike sweetly. When he pulls away he notices a light pout on her lips and groans. “Doll, you’re killing me,” he whines. “Sorry,” she says sheepishly.
“It’s okay. I’ll miss you too. You have fun with Mom. I love you,” he tells her before giving her another kiss. “I love you too,” she replies.
Juliet sleeps a bit longer before getting up and ready for the day. “Ah there you are sweetheart!,” Imelda says excitedly. “Good morning,” Juliet smiles. “How about a bit of breakfast before we start our day?,” she asks. Juliet nods in agreement before they sit down and dig in. “What are we doing today?,” she then asks.
Imelda rubs her hands together excitedly before speaking. “We’re doing a spa day! Full treatment. They even have a salon on sight if we wanted to get trims, but that’s totally up to you! Being that it’s Thursday though, and the gala is Saturday I figured we could freshen up a bit! Then tomorrow we can find your dress. I’ve already had my favorite shop pull a few items I think will be just perfect for you,” she tells Juliet.
“You don’t have to do all of this for me,” Juliet says. “Oh little love, you don’t know how exciting this is for me. I love my boys, but that’s all there is! A bunch of boys. Usually I have to do all these things by myself! I’m more than happy to do this WITH you,” Imelda insists. “Okay,” Juliet says, feeling a bit better.
They have their day out and have a blast. The spa treatment is so relaxing, and it’s exactly what Juliet needed. “Tomorrow after we pick your dress we should go grab lunch then come home and laze around the pool,” Imelda says on the ride home. “Won’t it be cold?,” Juliet asks. “Inside pool in the basement is heated,” Imelda says with a wink. “I don’t have a bathing suit,” Juliet comments. “Well we’ll just have to get you one!,” Imelda says.
That evening business runs late for Mike and his father, so by time he’s back Juliet is tucked into the bed. She hadn’t meant to doze off but after her long, relaxing day she couldn’t help it. The bed dipping under Mikey’s weight wakes her. “Go back to sleep Doll,” he coos. She quickly drapes her arms around his neck and pulls him close. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she admits. “You were waiting for me?,” he questions. “Mmhmm,” she hums before kissing his lips.
“You’re so sweet baby. Did you have a good day?,” he asks. “It was nice. Tomorrow we’re going dress shopping, and having lunch,” she says. “Yeah?,” he questions, letting his hands roam. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Let’s go to sleep then Sweets. Long day for the both of us tomorrow, huh?,” he says. “Night Mikey,” she mumbles sleepily. “Night Sweets,” he says with a kiss to the top of her head.
The next morning Juliet wakes up and gets ready when Mike does, despite his protests. “I want to have breakfast with you. Bedsides, your mom said we were leaving out earlier today,” Juliet tells him. Suddenly, he pulls her close big, tatted hands squeezing her bottom. “I can’t wait to see what dress you pick,” he says before brushing his lips over hers. He sees the blush dust over her freckled cheeks and chuckles. “H— hopefully you’ll like it,” she stammers. “It’s you Sweets, I’m going to love it,” he says before placing a heavy kiss on her lips.
“Let’s go get that breakfast,” he simpers. After breakfast Mike heads out with his dad, but not before giving Juliet a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs against her lips. “I love you,” she whispers. He gives her a big smile and another kiss before leaving.
“He really is smitten with you,” Imelda says as she drives the two of them to the dress shop. “I’m pretty… fond of him too,” Juliet admits shyly. “I know sweetie. It’s so sweet. I told my favorite sales associate here to pull a few things for the both of us. Let’s see if we can find something to really wow these men of ours,” she says excitedly.
“Oh Melly she really is a little doll! I’m Angelique! I’ll be helping you today!,” the sales associate tells Juliet. “Nice to meet you,” Juliet replies. After that Imelda starts trying on dresses. After several different choices she finally puts on this deep brown dress. Its form fitted and one sleeved. It’s perfect for her and Juliet can’t help but tell her. “Good. Now you dear,” she insists.
They start with pastels which is a no go, then more muted tones. “I’m not to sure about these,” Imelda comments. “Oh— there is one that may just be perfect for her,” Angelique says before leaving the room. Juliet goes back into the dressing room to get herself out of the awful grey dress when Angelique slips her a gown. After trying it on she already knows it’s the one she wants, but upon Imelda and Angelique’s enthusiastic approvals, it’s settled.
Before the gala, Juliet is whisked away to Imelda’s room, despite Mike’s protests. “But Moooom,” he groans. “No buts. This is going to be a surprise. Now deal with it,” she says before closing her bedroom door. Juliet can hear him continually groaning before stomping away, and can’t help but giggle. “Silly boy. Now… let’s get ready!,” Imelda says excitedly.
After what seems like ages Imelda goes downstairs and tells Mike to wait so Juliet can make her entrance. “Bu—,” he begins to protest. “Shh. Trust me,” she insists. When Juliet rounds the corner and begins her descend down the stairs Mike feels like he can hardly breathe. Her dress is a velvet, deep green, long sleeved gown with a modest neckline. The bodice is form fitting and the full length skirt fans out. She looks like a fairy princess, and before he’s realized Mike has told her as much.
“Fairy princess huh?,” she giggles as he tucks one of her soft curls behind her ear. Imelda’s styled it so that the top half is pulled back, only a few tendrils framing her pretty face. Mike looks at her lips longingly, but hesitates. “It’s smudge proo—,” she gets out before his lips are on hers. He cups her face tenderly while holding her close, arm draped about her waist. “You look so beautiful,” he breathes. “You look nice too,” she says softly.
In that moment she looks up at him from under her lashes and he goes through a range of emotions. First he can’t wait for everyone to see his pretty little doll on his arm, the next he’s thinking about how he’d rip out anyone’s eyeballs that dared to look too long. Now both hands are on her waist, fingers flexing lightly at the thought. “What’s wrong?,” Juliet asks. “Just potting a little murder,” Murphy chuckles. Juliet’s face scrunches up in confusion before meeting Mike’s eye.
That’s when she sees it, the absolute possessiveness. His eyes bore into hers, pupils blown as his brow furrows. “Mikey,” she says as she touches his chest. “I’m sorry Doll I just—,” he begins. “I’m yours,” she tells him simply. “Mine,” he says reverently before kissing her again. “Alright, alright. If we don’t leave now, Mikey boy here isn’t going to make it. Come on now,” Murphy says lightheartedly.
Juliet rides in the backseat, pressed tight to Mike’s side on the way to the gala. Nervous energy stills hums off of him, but he manages to loosen up a bit with a few kisses to his cheek for Juliet. She’s still not too sure what they’re actually doing here, but she spends her time close to Mike. They eat, before making their way around and schmoozing with important people.
Before she’s even introduced she recognizes Mike’s cousin, August. The dark chocolate curls, and crystalline blue eyes are a dead give away. “Well, well. Never thought I’d see the day,” he smirks as he takes Juliet’s hand in his. He places a kiss to the back of it, mustache bristling against her skin. “Alright fuck off with that,” Mike grumbles. “You really like her, huh?,” he teases. “I love her,” he replies honestly. August cracks a devilish grin, ready to tease again before they all get quite the surprise.
“This really what you’re doing now Julie?,” John asks, seeming to have come out of nowhere. Juliet should’ve known her family would be here catering as they often did for city events. “What else am I supposed to do? You kicked me out of the only home I’ve ever known,” she replies flatly. “Come back home. I’m begging you,” John pleads. “No,” she replies defiantly. “Look here—,” he starts while trying to grab at her, but not before Mike puts himself between them. “I wouldn’t do that,” he says through gritted teeth. “Unbelievable,” he huffs before he walks away.
“Your father?,” August asks. “Yeah. I’m done with him pushing me around though,” she replies. “Good for you little one,” August says with an affectionate squeeze to her shoulder. Juliet hadn’t realize Murphy had approached, talking to Mike in hushed tones before he turns his attention to her. “We’ve been here long enough, Doll. You ready to go home?,” he then asks. “Yes, please,” she agrees.
The ride home they’re quiet. Mike holding Juliet close as she rests against him. “You okay, Sweets?,” he asks as they come to a stop in front of the house. “I’m good. Glad to be back home with you,” she says, making him smile. “Come on,” he says before helping her out of the car.
Once downstairs Juliet is ready to remove her heels. She sits and before she can undo the strap Mike kneels before her. “Let me Doll,” he tells her. He pushes the front of her skirt up into her lap, fingertips brushing her thighs, before lifting her foot and letting it sit against his chest. He takes off the heel and kisses her ankle before giving the other the same treatment. Juliet feels her skin flame at the intimacy of it all.
Once he’s done he still sits, taking her foot in his hand again and massaging it and working his way up her calf. Kisses begin following his touches, and he repeats this with her opposite leg. When his lips land on her thigh she gasps as his tongue flits out against her skin. Mike’s not sure what’s come over him. He never goes down women, it’s too intimate for a simple fling, but he’s absolutely dying to taste more of Juliet.
“Are you going to let me taste you Baby Doll?,” he purrs. “I— I,” she stammers as he kisses her thighs some more. “Fuck. I can smell how wet you are. I just… I need it,” he breathes. “Yes,” she murmurs. Within seconds she’s up on her feet. Mike makes quick work of her dress and underwear before shucking his suit off. He’s down to his boxers and Juliet can feel how hard he is.
He gently lays her back on the bed before kissing his way down her body. The entire time her body trembles on anticipation. “Such a cute little pussy Doll,” Mike says softly. “Th— thank you,” Juliet stammers as he kisses her outer labia. He then dips down and lets his tongue slide through her opening and lets out a groan. Juliet shudders, never having felt anything like it before, but what really feels good is when he lets his tongue glide up to her clit.
“Oh—,” she gasps before slapping her hand over her mouth. Mike stops immediately. “Please let me hear you Sweets,” he says before gently moving her hand and going back to work. “Mikeeey,” she moans. “Mmm,” he hums against her. God, his cock hurts so bad… is leaking so much. Before he realizes he’s humping the bed, hips canting of their own volition. The feel… the taste of her in his mouth, the sight, and sounds she’s letting fall freely now he’s asked for them. It’s all too much.
“I— I’m gonna c—cum. Mikey… please,” she whines. He keeps licking her sweet little clit at the same pace but his body has a mind of its own as he watches her. One of her hands is tangled into his curl, the other fisting the fitted sheet. It’s too much. His hips jerk, making the headboard slam against the wall, as he moans into her pussy. Her grip on him tightens and when she starts pretty much fucking his face he loses it.
His cock strains to the point of no return before he explodes in his underwear, his thrusts never slowing. A moment later, Juliet’s body goes entirely rigid. “Ah— ahhhhh,” she keens as she orgasms harder than ever. He works the both of them through it, nearly delirious with pleasure. When she can’t stand the stimulation anymore, Juliet pulls at Mike until he gets the hint.
She pulls until he’s atop her, where she can crash her lips into him. He groans deeply against her lips, sending the vibration of through her. “I- I want to taste you now,” she tells him breathlessly. “Doll I— well I came in my underwear,” he says a bit embarrassed. “That’s so hot,” Juliet says before kissing him again. It’s taken him so by surprise but he likes it. “So hot huh?,” he teases. She nods as she bites her lip. “I think I’m a bad influence on you Doll,” he chuckles.
She touches his face gently. “I don’t care,” she tells him. He looks down at her, so full of love he can hardly stand it. “I love you,” he says… he has to. “I love you too,” she says before becoming shy again. “What is it?,” he asks. “Soon I— I want to taste you too. Then I want you to make love to me,” she admits. “Whatever you want Doll, whenever you’re ready I’m yours,” he replies. “Mine,” she says before kissing him once more.
Attn: Got this little baby whipped up this morning. I doubt I’ll be writing/posting anymore this week, but wanted to at least get this done. I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,780
Pairing: Mike Collins x OFC Juliet Sherwood
Warnings: 18+ for mentions of violence, smidge of angst, nervousness, possessiveness
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Part One
Saturday rolls around and much to John’s distain, The Bumblebee Bakery is catering Michael Collins’s birthday at one of the many event centers they owned. Had Murphy Collins not threatened to run his business into the ground, he never would’ve agreed to doing this. Beforehand, he finds Juliet. “You stay away from that boy, do you hear me?,” he barks. “Yes Dad,” she says with a bit of a huff. “Juliet I’m serious. He’s bad news,” John reiterates.
“Dad. I’m twenty four years old, okay? You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a baby,” she says frustratedly. “But sweetie, you are MY baby and I don’t want him getting his filthy hands on you. You know what they are right?,” he asks. “Yes. He doesn’t scare me. Just— just leave me alone,” she says boldly before walking away. Juliet had always been an obedient daughter, always doing the right thing, but still her father just stayed on her for some reason. It was driving her insane.
Working the event Juliet kept busy keeping away from her father and pretty much everyone else. He’d put her into a bit of a mood, and work always helped clear her head. She had just gone into the back to grab a tray. She stretched, her short stature making it difficult to reach. Still, it was just out of her grasp. She sighed deeply and planned on looking for a stool, but before she could a familiar tatted hand wrapped around her middle, splaying over her stomach, before a warm body pressed into the back of hers.
Mike then reached over top of her and pulled the tray off the high shelf and sat it on the counter in front of Juliet. He held her in place and nuzzled his nose against her cheek before speaking. “You’re just so tiny Doll. I don’t mind helping,” he says with a peck to her cheek. “Th- thanks,” she mumbles, making him chuckle. He lets her get as far as turning around to face him before he leans against the counter and cages her in between his arms.
She looks up at him shyly and he has to stop himself from groaning. “Such a shy little thing,” he comments, making her face redden. “I should get back. My father—,” she begins. “Doesn’t like me much does he?,” he questions. She shakes her head. “He told me to stay away from you. “How old are you Sweets?,” he then asks. “Twenty four,” she replies. “Old enough to make your own decisions then. You always do what Daddy says?,” he asks. “I try to be a good daughter,” she says, looking a bit conflicted.
“That gets old when he doesn’t appreciate it though, doesn’t it?,” he then questions. “How’d you—,” she says. “I can just tell Doll. You’re a good girl, but he still can’t just let you be. Maybe you should be my good girl instead, hmm?,” he says, making Juliet feel warm all over. “I— I don’t know Mikey. I just—,” she stammers. “God you’re so sweet, just perfect,” he purrs. Mike looks down at her and can see her pulse racing in the hollow of her throat.
“You know it’s my birthday?,” he then says. “Yeah,” Juliet replies. “You know what I’d like more than anything in the world for my birthday?,” he questions. She shakes her head. “A kiss,” he replies. “I’m sure there’s someone here that would—,” she starts before he interrupts her. “Let me be more specific Doll. I want a kiss from you,” he says. “Me?,” she squeaks. He nods, amused at her timidness. He leans down a bit further, waiting to see what she’ll do.
For a moment, he thinks she won’t do anything, but then her hands shakily trail up his arms until her hands are cupping his face. He relishes in the feeling of her touching him. It’s almost enough for him to push forward and kiss her, but he meant it. He wants it to be from her to him, so he waits patiently. She moves forward hesitantly, unsure of herself, but when she’s within a breath of him she looks into his eyes before closing hers and leaning in.
The first touch of her lips is feather light, but she goes back for more. The kiss is still more on the tame side, but it’s the best one Mike has ever gotten. Before it’s over, he can’t help himself. He wraps his arms around Juliet and pulls her flush to him, wanting to have her closer. “Mmm,” he groans into the kiss, and he can hear Juliet let out a shaky breath. Her hands move, carding through his soft curls, and he feels like he’s losing it right then and there.
Too soon for his liking, the kiss slows. Juliet pulls back and looks up into his pretty blue eyes before astonishment washes over her features, like she can’t believe what she’d just done. Mike just smiles down at her. “H— happy birthday,” she babbles before leaving his arms, grabbing the tray, and hauling ass. He stays there with a goofy grin stuck on his face for a moment before heading back to the party.
“So?,” Murphy asks when he sees Mike. “I got a kiss,” he says, still grinning. “That’s a boy! She’s… different from the usual. More innocent yeah?,” he asks. “I think so, but I— I kinda like that,” Mike shrugs. “Who knows. May end up being your missus,” Murphy says as he playfully elbows him. “Maybe,” Mike smiles.
All the while Juliet is absolutely freaking out over what she’d done. She’s never been so reckless in her life. She brings the tray where it needed to be brought before going to the bathroom where she runs into her cousin and best friend, Camille. “Julie what’s wrong?,” she asks, noticing her flustered state. “I— I uh…. You can’t tell a soul if I tell you this,” Juliet says frantically. “Okay?,” Camille says confusedly. “I— I kissed Mikey Collins,” she blurts out. “You WHAT???,” she exclaims. “Shhh!,” Juliet pleads.
“Sorry. I’m just surprised,” Camille laughs. “You’re not alone in that. I can’t believe I did that,” she says covering her face. “I need details,” Camille adds. “He helped me get that tray down and we talked a minute. Then he told me he wanted a kiss for his birthday and I just… kissed him! Then I ran. I ran away so fast Cami. Ugh. I’m so embarrassed,” she groans. “Was it good? The kiss?,” Camille then asks. “It was, but I’m not even supposed to talk to him and here I am kissing the guy,” she laments. “You’re a grown woman Julie. You can do what you want, you know?,” she says. “I know but—,” she starts before Camille stops her. “It’s about time you done something for yourself honestly, and I mean what’s the worst that can happen?,” she asks.
“Well he is in the mafia,” Juliet says nervously. “At least he’d never be afraid to protect you,” Camille shrugs. Juliet contemplates that for a moment. “Don’t think about it too much Jules. Come on,” she says before the two of them head back out to work.
The next week Juliet goes on as usual, constantly thinking about her kiss with Mike. She also considers what Camille said. Is he a bad guy? Probably. Would he be bad to her personally? Probably not. Is all Juliet could keep thinking.
It had been a busy day and Juliet’s parents were out of the shop, having to go deal with some things with her grandmother. She’d recently developed dementia and they were trying to sort out the best care for her, so that left Juliet in charge. Her brothers Charlie and Bret had moved on from the family business, starting families of their own, so it was Juliet and her parents. Her mom, Kelly, was as sweet as everything in the bakery. She imagined she could talk to her about Mike, but she wasn’t sure. For now she’d just have to sort things for herself.
After a long day, Juliet closes up shop. As she’s locking the door she notices Mike standing there smoking again. “What are you doing here Mikey?,” she asks, crossing her arms due to the cool air. She’d forgotten a jacket that morning, but it was always warm in the bakery as it was. He takes a long drag before discarding his cigarette. “I’m here to see my girl, of course,” he smiles, moving towards her. “But I— I’m not,” she says. “Aren’t you?,” he smirks as he opens up his jacket and pulls her into it with him.
She can’t help but melt into his warmth a bit. He wraps his arms around her while her little cold hands rest on his chest. “Juliet,” he says, drawing her attention. “Yes?,” she asks, looking up at him with those big, pretty eyes. “I want you. Do you understand that. I. Want. You. I don’t care who doesn’t like it, even if it’s your father. Do you want me too?,” he asks hopefully. “You won’t want me once you hear this,” she murmurs. “I know Sweets,” he then says. “Y— you know?,” she asks. “I do, and I don’t care. If we get to that point in our relationship, I know what to do. There’s no rush, and no pressure though, I promise,” he assures her.
Juliet had figured once he knew she was completely inexperienced he’d run, so this… this was totally unexpected. “You’re sure?,” she asks. “More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. Please Doll,” he says, voice tinged with desperation. He holds her tighter, waiting for her to give her answer. “I know what your family is,” she says softly. “I’d never let anyone hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about. If they even tried to lay a finger on you I’d cut their fucking hands off,” he said darkly.
Juliet reaches up and touches his face. His eyes flutter shut as she rubs her thumb over his cheek. “Please. Please be mine,” he then says while resting his forehead against hers. “Okay,” she says barely above a whisper. As soon as the word is out his lips are on hers, kissing her with care, but with such possessiveness it steals her breath. “You want to go to dinner with me?,” he asks when he pulls away. “Right now?,” she questions. “Right now,” he chuckles. She nods before he steps away from her just enough to shrug his jacket off and wrap it around her instead. “Let’s go then Doll,” he says before taking her hand.
