Attn: Just a random little smutty Mikey fic that popped into my head. I’m currently also working on a chapter of The Nanny and thinking about dropping a new Syverson fic 👀 even tho I shouldn’t and work on my wips but we’ll see lol. Either way I hope y’all enjoy this!
Word Count: 993
Pairing: Mikey x Gf Reader
Summary: Mike doesn’t want you to go to work.
Warnings: 18+, slightly dominate Mike, standing missionary, rough p in v sex, squirting, nipple play, female masturbation during sex, creampie, male receiving oral
“Baaabe please. Just— just lemme see them for a minute before you go,” Mike begs. You know it’s a bad idea because he can never just see your boobs without going feral. “Mikey I’m gonna be late for work again,” you groan. “You don’t even have to go. I told you I can take care of you. Now come on. Pleeeease,” he pouts. You relent, unbuttoning your shirt and popping open the front of your bra.
You can see him damn near salivating as he looks at your breasts as if this isn’t the millionth time he’s seen them. Mike has offered so many times just for you to stay home and work on your passions, instead of working the crappy office job you had, with an even crappier boss. Today, the more he looked at you, the more it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“You wanna touch them don’t you?,” you say sultrily as you shrug your shirt and bra off. Mike nods as he walks towards you. He kneads them in his big warm hands, and you arch into his touch with a contented hum. His lips ghost over your throat, sending a chill over your body. “I want you,” he whispers. “Have me,” you say before tangling your fingers into his hair and bringing his lips to yours. You kiss him feverishly, and he gives as good as he gets.
The two of you don’t even make it to the bedroom, too eager for one another. Mike rips the crotch out of your panties before hiking your skirt up around your waist, wrapping one of your legs around him, and sinking into you. “F— fuuuck,” he whines into your mouth. He lets your leg fall and his eyes roll back at how tight you feel like this. He’s not moving quick enough for you so you angle your hips and start sliding up and down his cock.
He pushes into you firmly. “Said I wanna take care of you, Doll,” he says lowly. Mike’s hardly ever this assertive, usually content to let you have your way to him, but something about this.. it makes your pussy clench around him. “You want that don’t you baby? Want me to take care of you?,” he says as he starts slamming into you in standing missionary. “Mikey,” you gasp, never having been taken like this. It feels unreal.
Your hands claw at his shoulders before he takes the both of them in one hand and holds them over your head. You look up at him doe eyed, surprised at this new side of him. His other hand bunches into your skirt, using it for leverage to pound into you harder. “Ah— ahhhh,” you wail. “Fucking… so fucking good baby,” he slurs as he rests his forehead against yours. He pulls out just enough to make some friction before pumping back in, unable to bring himself to leave your warmth any further.
It doesn’t take long before he’s completely railing you. You’re sure the neighbors can hear you through the thin apartment walls but you’re too gone to care. His hips are flush to yours, grinding into your pussy wildly. Your eyes roll back. The feeling of his so deep inside you, of his coarse pubic hair teasing your clit is too much. You gush over him, legs shaking to the point of nearly giving out. He wraps an arm around your waist quickly as he whines into your neck.
“Never wanna leave this pussy. My pussy. Just for me,” he pants. “Y- yours,” you stammer. He releases your wrist, hand grabbing your right breast to push it up to suck into his mouth. “Mmm,” he groans deeply. The sound shoots straight to your core, making you tighten up. You’re teetering near the edge, and whine when he releases your nipple from his mouth, only to be rewarded with him flicking his tongue against it rapidly.
Your body seizes up, your pussy clamping down around him like a vice. “Uhhh. Huuuh. Ffffuuuuccck,” he cries. Even with being lost within your own pleasure you can feel his cock swell inside you and began thrumming against your walls. You can’t help yourself, you reach down and swipe at your clit furiously, making yourself gush around him once again. You can feel Mike smirking against your skin before placing a kiss there.
When he pulls out he’s still so hard, his cock leaves you with a pop. Before you can think you fall to your knees and suck him clean and right into a second orgasm. Once he’s spent he joins you on the floor and cups your face in his hands. “Was I too rough?,” he questions. “No. That was… amazing,” you say dreamily, making him smile. “Yeah?,” he asks cheekily. “Yeah. Wouldn’t mind if you did it again sometime,” you admit.
“Well you know it doesn’t take too long for me to get hard, and I don’t have work until I’m ready since I work from home sooo…,” he trails off. “You’re really okay with me not working?,” you ask him. “Having you here with me all day everyday? Why wouldn’t I want that? Plus I can’t stand seeing you come home so upset all the time Doll. I’m about ready to beat your boss’s ass,” he says seriously. “Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you tell him.
He pulls you close and into a passionate kiss. Just then your phone rings and your boss’s name pops up. “Let it ring. I’ve got way better things to do,” you say as you crawl up into Mike’s lap. “Yeah? Like what?,” he tease as he stands up with you. “You of course. I think I’d like to stay in bed as long as we can today,” you tell him while running your hands through his soft curls. “I can definitely handle that,” he says grinning from ear to ear before taking off for the bedroom.
It's 3am, We're Both Wasted And For Whatever Reason, You Think Now Is The Perfect Moment To Say I Love You For The First Time?
i'm going back to my roots: randomly posting whatever unashamedly. so have a drunk mike x reader drabble. not edited, we die like men. the title is too long too but. who cares.
also, disclaimer, no i have not watched hellraiser and i very much definitely won't. i hate horror movies. so if the characterisation seems off to you, that's because all my knowledge about him comes from a) one too many edits i've consumed and b) my imagination. deal with that or fuck off lol
(this gif is adorable i cannot)
It's late as you stumble through your doorway. It's too late, in fact, to even be stumbling through your doorway. You're making noise - too much noise, you know that - for sneaking around at 3am. But you're also a bit too drunk to notice.
Too drunk on alcohol.... and too drunk on the feeling of Mike's strong arms wrapped around you.
"You smell good", he mutters into your hair and pulls you even closer into him. You can't hold back a laugh.
"Shhh", you caution, fumbling your key from the lock and pushing the door close again. You wince at the horribly loud sound it makes. Mike buries his nose even deeper into your hair and inhales again.
"Shit, you smell so good, Sweetcheeks."
He's so loud, so loud in comparison to the silence all around you. And he's so warm. And so big...
"Be quiet", you warn, even as your hands begin to run along his. You just can't help yourself, not when he's so close, when he's holding you so tightly to him, like he couldn't bear if you left him.
"But I want to be loud with you", Mike mutters, his nose brushing your hair from your neck, tickling your skin. God, he's so drunk. And so tall.
"But you'll wake up my parents", you whine. "And we still have to get upstairs."
Mike groans into your neck.
"Can't we just crash on the couch?", he asks and then his lips touch your skin and you quite literally melt into his arms. Your keys clang to the floor.
"Fuck", you curse, but Mike's arms only tighten around you and he presses another kiss onto your neck. You forget about the keys almost instantly as a shiver runs down your spine. You need to squeeze your eyes shut for your brain to process thoughts at all.
"No", you say then, "We cannot crash on the couch. My parents will wake us up at six."
Mike groans again, then pulls back from you. Your hands slip from his and you stumble for a second before catching yourself and turning around to him.
"So upstairs", Mike says and in the dark of the room, you need a moment until your hand brushes against his again.
"Upstairs", you agree quietly.
Mike pulls you close to him again and steers you towards the stairs - entirely unhelpfully, because he's swaying about as much as you are and doesn't know the layout of your home nearly as well as you do. His fingers are clasped around yours and his arm is around your waist and you have to slow him down at least twice before you even take the first step up the stairs, just so you don't crash into something.
The climb is slow, too. Partly because Mike has decided that it's absolutely unacceptable that he can't look at your ass while you walk up the stairs right in front of him, and so has hooked his thumbs into two belt loops and put his palms flat against your ass instead.
You can barely hide a giggle.
"Mikey", you breathe when you get to the top step and can finally turn around to him, his hands falling back to his sides. "Honey."
He's got you in his arms again in the blink of an eye. His arms around your waist, pulling you close, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath warm.
You have to smile.
"Mikey", you repeat. But his lips are just hovering there. Waiting.
He's hardly ever waited this long to kiss you. You think he might've just fallen asleep momentarily. It would be very much him. You wouldn't be all that surprised.
"I love you", he says then. Soberly.
You freeze.
You must've misheard. You must have misheard.
You hadn't said the L-word. Not once. Not until now.
So you'd definitely misheard.
But Mike kisses you softly, for just a moment, his lips barely grazing yours, and he says it again:
"I love you."
Your hands cramp into the front of his shirt. It's too dark to see his expression - to see much of anything, really.
"Mike-", you whisper, because that's about the only thing you can manage to get out at the moment. Then you break off.
What are you doing?
Fucking god, what the hell are you thinking?
He's just told you he loves you. Twice. And all you're doing is standing there, staring into black nothingness and saying his name? No. No, this won't do. So you press yourself against him and your lips onto his, so suddenly that he almost stumbles back a step. He feels so familiar. So warm and so tall and so familiar. You can't believe he's actually real.
"I love you", you mutter, your lips inches from his. "I love you so much, Mike."
Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected (at least condomless) sex, creampie, and a very needy, desperate, slightly pushy and arrogant Mikey.
Bingo: "Is that my shirt?" (you can find the bingo masterlist here)
A/N: As always, we blame @geralts-yenn for putting the idea of Mike as a hockey player in my brain. Not the field kind, the cold and violent kind. Of course.
It's also the third entry for my @henrycavillbingo card! I know I didn't exactly use the phrase of the prompt — although I did imply it — but a jersey is sort of a shirt, I guess, so it counts :")
Enjoy!
@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @mayloma @summersong69 @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (still not allowed to tag you, sorry :( )
“Don’t let go of me!” Who knew ice was slippery? You. You knew. Everyone knew. Yet here you were...
“I won’t let go,” Mike answered with a smile. He was the one who had assured you it would be fine. ‘Skating is fun, Sweetcheeks’ your freezing ass...
“Mike! You just almost dropped me!”
“I didn’t,” he snorted. “You almost fell, that’s not the same thing. Ow! Would you let go of my arm, before it falls off?”
You reluctantly relaxed your grip, panicking when he moved your hands from his upper arms to just below his elbow.
“What, no!” You scrambled to get closer to him.
“Babe, you won’t be able to move like that. Come on. Nothing’s gonna happen!”
“Are you sure you’re okay going backwards?” you asked. Of course, you were hoping he’d say ‘no’ and you could go back inside.
“Sweetcheeks, I’ve been doing this at least twice a week since I was six. If there was a way to skate sideways, I’d be okay doing that.” So, there was really no way around this, then? He really wasn’t going to let you off the hook?
“You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” you said, shoving Mike’s shoulder and pouting up at him. “That hurt!”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Mike mumbled. “Are you okay?”
You rubbed your elbow and nodded. “I’ll live. But I’m fucking cold.”
“Yeah, when you do it right, this is exercise...” Mike said with a grin. “Sweetcheeks, that was just a joke! Come here, please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.
“I’m sorry I’m so bad at this,” you muttered. “I know you love it, I just...”
“Babe, babe, babe, stop.” He put a hand over your mouth. “It’s okay! I thought this would be fun but... I’m clearly not a very good teacher.”
“That’s not true! I’ve seen you coach the little ones! You’re great with them!” You trailed your fingers over his cheek. He didn’t wince at the cool wetness of your glove. “That said, I really don’t think this is my scene.”
“Alright, let’s get you off the ice and in front of the fireplace,” he said, laughing. “Don’t move.”
You stayed still while he got up, and then he pulled you off the freezing surface you were still sitting on.
“My leggings are soaked,” you noted, shivering as Mike pulled you along to the edge of the lake.
“I really didn’t expect you to fall this much, babe,” he chuckled.
“We can’t all be hockey superstars, jerk,” you retorted.
“No, but most people can at least stand upright on skates!”
“I’ll stand upright in the shower, thanks,” you grumbled, “and you are not invited.” Of course, that would have had more impact if you hadn’t encountered the edge of the lake at that precise moment, causing you to lose balance and tumble face-first into the snow.
“Sorry Sweetcheeks,” Mike said, in between fits of hysterical laughter, “but that was... You looked...” He pressed his hands to his side — a well-deserved side stitch if you ever saw one! He didn’t lose his balance for a second. Jackass.
You furiously pulled the laces on the skates but they wouldn’t come off. Why wouldn’t they come off? A cry of frustration escaped you before you could help it, and... Was that a tear? Great.
“Sweetcheeks, are you cr—”
“Only out of frustration,” you snapped before he could ask. “Nothing to do with you.”
Mike helped you up and helped you walk to the rock he’d cleaned off for you when you had arrived. It wasn’t as wet as the pile of snow he’d plucked you out of, but it certainly wasn’t any warmer.
You stayed still while he took your skates off, successfully avoiding any accidents, and watched impatiently while he traded his own skates for his shoes again.
“Can you at least try to hurry?” you said, no longer able to keep your teeth from chattering.
The hot water of the shower was an absolute godsend. You’d stuck to your threat to not invite Mike. He’d have to think of another way to keep you warm — and he would. You already knew what you’d be walking into; you could already feel his hands on your hips, his face buried in your neck, exploring every inch of your skin, eager hands scrambling to grab as much boob as he could manage — arguably not your favorite part but he was cute, so you’d forgive him — and then finally...
You forced yourself out of the shower before you got to the kind of stuff you’d rather have Mike do, and dried off. As you looked around the room, you noticed a jersey hanging from the back of his desk chair. After a quick inspection — it smelled mostly clean — you put it on before making your way downstairs.
A nice fire was waiting for you there, complete with a content-looking, shirtless Mike — admittedly your favorite flavor of Mikey — lounging in front of the fireplace. “Hey, come here, it’s nice and wa—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when he finally looked up at you. “Is that my... Baaaaaaabe... You took my jersey!”
“I did,” you said. “Want it back?”
You watched him shake his head, while he dug deep to find the ability to speak. He still hadn’t managed by the time he rolled over, scrambled to his knees and crawled over to you, grasping the hem of the jersey and pressing his lips to the inside of your knee. And then, finally: “Hot. So fucking hot.” It cost him to speak, even those four little words.
His lips moved up the inside of your leg at a glacial pace — atypical for Mike, to say the least. When he made it about halfway, he seemed suddenly plagued by an epiphany: “You’re not wearing anything else, are you?”
Blue puppy eyes widened even further when you slowly shook your head, and Mike sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down with force. A strangled moan stumbled out of his mouth, and you knew what you’d find if you could see the front of his sweatpants right now.
Then, he was up, slinging you over his shoulder in less than one second, and at least somewhat carefully putting you down again in the nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. His lips found your neck — and so did his tongue and his teeth, his sloppy kiss causing you to arch your back off the ground, arms desperate to grab as much of him as possible. He had other plans, though.
He sat up on his knees between your legs and looked down on you as he planned his next move. Except Mike couldn’t plan. Like, at all... So you let your knees fall to the side and pulled the jersey up so it wasn’t covering you. It was enough to throw him off his game.
He shrugged in a ‘yeah, I could eat’ kind of way and dove face-first between your legs, wasting no time whatsoever. No teasing, no slow start, nothing. Just his eager mouth on your pussy, tongue flat against your clit — just the way you liked it — settling into an easy rhythm that would definitely get you where you needed to be.
A focused, goal-oriented Mikey was a rare sight to behold. In fact, you’d go as far as to say there were two possible scenarios in which he came out to play; on the ice, and between your legs doing exactly what he was doing now. The discussion of the subject had gone about as Mikey-esque as possible. According to him, if he lost focus in these situations, someone would get hurt — you personally felt there was some kind of a difference between a cramped jaw and a shattered kneecap or other serious injuries, but he didn’t see it that way. Not that you were going to complain about it, because focused, goal-oriented Mike got the job done. Quickly.
He moaned — a sexy, sweet little sound — when you grabbed his head, weaving your fingers into his dark curls before clenching them into a tight fist. It wasn’t that he needed the guidance as much as you needed something to hold on to...
“Fuck, Mikey...” He had you on the edge already, but you knew better than to tell him you were close. Any time you’d tried that, it had fried something in his brain and all consistency in his technique had disappeared like snow in July. Not good. So, you’d learned to keep your mouth shut so he could keep that gentle, diligent rhythm intact, until... “Oh god, yes!”
Every muscle in your body tensed and you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed you over the edge. You barely noticed the satisfied little hum that came from him — standard procedure, and nothing compared to the other signs of his elevated sense of self-importance. In other words; the least unbearable part of the cocky attitude that bubbled up whenever you came on his tongue.
You groaned when he threw himself on top of you, probably sort of accidentally crushing you with his full weight, but you forgave him when he kissed you silly, giving you plenty of opportunity to taste yourself on his tongue before he moved on to delivering sloppy kisses to your neck.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, grabbing your wrists as you reached for the hem of the jersey. “That stays on. Get on your knees and turn around.”
“Do you have—”
“No, I don’t. I need to feel you,” he whined — you almost felt bad for him.
“Mikey...” you warned. If you went there with him, there was no way you were ever turning back.
“Baaaaabe,” he whined again. God, those eyes were killing you. “You know you’re it for me, right? Fuck, you’re wearing my name, my number... You had to know that would drive me at least a little nuts, right? Please, please, please, pretty, pretty please, let me... Just... Please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, grinding his hips against you.
You’d seen him needy and desperate — of course you had! If you kissed this man’s neck twice at a party and whispered a single even remotely sexual thing in his ear, he’d already be begging to let him take you home. This, however, was next level...
His mouth stopped begging, but his eyes definitely didn’t, and the brutally possessive grasp on your hips didn’t relax either. He wasn’t going to quit until he got what he wanted, that much was obvious. That left only one question: were you going to give it to him?
“Sweetcheeks, I’m not kidding,” he muttered after a few moments. “Come on... Face down, ass up—” You clamped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence, and as you did so, you realized something.
“You don’t seriously want me from behind because you can look at... Oh my god, that’s why you don’t want me to take this damn jersey off, isn’t it?” ‘Vaguely indignant’ would be an accurate description of your tone. Maybe more than ‘vaguely’.
“Ehhhh...” The sound of a man who had been well and truly fucking busted. “Okay so, out of all the times I’ve looked at you and thought ‘woohoo, she’s mine!’, right now you’re so, so, so the mine-est... My name. My number. My sweet, perfect, wet little pussy. Okay? Mine.” He dragged you down to the floor, where he latched his mouth onto your neck again, this time with so much tongue that you begged him to stop. “Only if you let me fuck my pretty girl from behind!”
“That’s blackmail!” You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yup! Now surrender!” He grabbed your boob with one hand and tickled your side with the other before reaching between your legs. “Come on, you’re soaking wet and I know you need me as much as I need you, so... Let me bone you already!”
“I have one demand!” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. No one could make you laugh like your professional idiot.
“Hey, we’re negotiating! That’s progress!” he teased, pinching your nipple through the fabric of the jersey.
“I get to be on top, first,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Mike, who didn’t see, because he had his face buried in your neck.
“Deal!” He snapped his head up, almost head-butting you in the nose. “Sorry! But yeah, deal, deal, deal! Fucking deal!” He scrambled to his knees and got comfortable in front of the couch, leaning his back against it and reaching his arms out towards you. “Here! Get over here, now!”
You crawled towards him, slowly, giving him your best fuck-me eyes as you let your hands slide up his legs — agonizingly slowly, of course — and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. “You want me, baby?”
The sweetest whimpers escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, but they turned into pitiful whines when you leaned forward. “No, I don’t want you to suck my cock!” Words you thought you’d never hear from this guy... “I need you to turn around and fucking sit. On. It.”
“Beg for it one more time, baby, please?” you asked sweetly. “You’re so cute when you beg for my pussy.”
“My pussy,” he teased. “Please, please, please, please, please come here and ride me.”
You paused for a moment, locking eyes with him, taunting him as you decided whether or not that was good enough, and quickly coming to the conclusion that he hadn’t been wrong when he said you needed him, too. So, you turned around, revelling in the sounds of eager anticipation from Mike as you moved to where he wanted you. Seconds later, you felt his tip at your entrance, and you knew the time for teasing was over.
“Fuck,” he said, twice, three times... You lost count, what with being a little too busy relishing the feeling of his skin on yours for the first time since you’d met him.
“Good?” Stupid question...
“You’re killing me, Sweetcheeks,” he moaned, clenching his fists tightly around the bunched up fabric of the jersey at your hips.
You moved slowly, knowing he would go absolutely crazy over it, and it wasn’t long before he was begging you for more. As far as you were concerned, he could forget about that, but he had other plans. He pushed you forward and quickly wormed his way out from under you, getting on his knees behind you, hurrying to get back inside.
“Can’t do this, Sweetcheeks,” he huffed, adorably out of breath. “Show up like this and then tease me. It’s not fair. Bad girl!” He playfully smacked your ass.
“Don’t act like you hate it,” you said as you reached for a pillow — playtime was over, and you were going to need one to scream in.
Lo and behold, he didn’t even pretend to hold back on the first thrust, much less any of the ones that followed, and you were left crying and moaning into that pillow as he railed you into the next century. You could tell from his breathing and his soft swearing that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Babe, can I— oh fuck...” This idiot. The answer would have been ‘yes’, but still... “Please tell me I’m not gonna be a dad...”
“I figured it would be better to see if you’d grow up first,” you laughed as he pulled out and lay down next to you with a hopelessly adorable concerned look on his face. Slowly, a smile broke through as you assured him it was okay.
You snuggled into his side, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Hey, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you sighed.
He pulled on the jersey to get you as close to him as possible. “And you’re so totally wearing this to my next game.”
Hi, everyone! I want to thank you all for 129 followers!! I can’t believe it. Your support has made me feel so inspired 🥹. I really can’t thank you enough. To celebrate this milestone, I thought I could take a shot at writing a sexy headcanon. Enjoy!
His Favorite “Toy” to Use
Warnings: 18+ smut, use of sex toys and other sex accessories, RPF, p in v, tiny bit of fingering, oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, bdsm aspects, little bit of daddy kink, pet play, humiliation, anal play, corporal punishment, overstimulation, bodily fluids, mild sense deprivation, temperature play (both hot and cold)- Let me know if I forgot anything!
Any typos are my own!
Henry-Rabbit Vibrator
The toy sits in your underwear drawer. And whenever Henry is in the mood to use it, he walks towards the bed while holding it behind his back.
His grin gives it away, you already know what’s in his hand. Cheeky man.
You lean back against his chest as he sits up against the headboard. His legs keep yours apart as he holds the toy inside you.
He gets a rush from seeing your expression as your clit and g-spot are simultaneously struck by the vibrations. Occasionally, he moves the toy back and forth to heighten the sensation.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart. Does that feel good? Are you gonna cum for me, hm? You’re so beautiful when you cum.” He murmurs in your ear as you gasp.
He drags orgasm after orgasm out of you, making you gush around the silicon plenty of times. He beams in pride as you make the toy and his hand drip with your fluids. Luckily, he always has the foresight to put a towel down.
More characters under the cut…
August-Spreader Bar
The bar fastened to your ankles holds your legs apart. And as opposed to ropes or cuffs, it gives August the perfect handle to toss you around as he pleases.
Sometimes, he just flips you around to savor the dazed, fucked-out look in your eyes. Your expression feeds the feral animal inside him. You're his little ragdoll.
Other times, he loves to stand you up in front of him. Your legs spread wide, he straps a magic wand (his second favorite toy) to your thigh. The vibrating head is pressed to your clit.
The constant, intense buzzing has you dripping. Tears escape your eyes when your arousal coats your thighs and leaks down onto the carpet. Your toes curl as you sob.
“You’re making a mess on Daddy’s floor, princess. What am I to do with such a messy girl?” He clicks his tongue while shaking his head. You’re in for it now.
Sherlock-His Cane
It’s a muiltool. Used for walking, or a weapon if need be. Sherlock’s cane is also the perfect symbol of his immense power and social status.
And if you’re being mouthy with him, he won't hesitate to punish you with it. After he’s had enough of your attitude, he makes you strip and crawl naked to the bedroom in front of him.
That’s when you know better than to disobey him, so you just hang your head and crawl. Whenever you slow down to stall your thrashing, the tip of his cane nudges your ass to urge you forward.
“Keep going, little rabbit. Your punishment awaits. Save your tears, you know a naughty pet gets the cane.” He scolds you. Humiliation is always part of your punishment.
He’s excited by the loud sobs you let out whenever his cane whacks your tender bottom. He only stops when there are welts on your throbbing flesh.
Afterwards, he sits on the edge of the bed with your head in his lap as he strokes your hair. When you're done sobbing against his trousers, he gently cares for your wounds like the good husband he is.
Geralt-Gag
He doesn’t need any fancy toys. Geralt has two hands, a mouth, and a cock to please you. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t take joy in hearing you cry from underneath a gag as he slams into your poor body. And when you’re spending the night at an inn and he doesn't want to draw unwanted attention to the two of you, it helps.
It’s usually just a piece of cloth shoved between your teeth and tied behind your head. The fabric presses down onto your tongue, making you drool and gag whenever you try to whine.
It doesn’t muffle you completely. So when you let out an especially loud moan that can be heard despite the gag, his hand comes up to grip your throat.
“Silence yourself…. Before I shove my cock between your lips and do it for you.” He hisses, squeezing your throat hard enough that you get the idea.
It takes great effort not to sob as he fucks you even harder, keeping his hand on your throat as a warning. With his Witcher stamina, he doesn’t tire till the early hours of the morning. After your pulsating cunt has been fucked and filled by him dozens of times.
Sy-Jewel Butt Plug
Sy always makes sure to prep your tight hole with his fingers and plenty of lube before he slips it inside you. A jewel in the shape of a red heart greets him after your hole closes around the plug.
“What a sweet little pucker you got there, darlin’.” He growls, squeezing your ass in his large hands. He spanks you with a cheeky grin.
He plants a kiss right on the gem. His mouth makes the plug shift inside you, which jarrs you enough to squeal softly.
With a pillow under your hips to keep them elevated, Sy fucks you while you lay on you stomach. His large hands keep your cheeks spread, that way he never loses sight of the red jewel cradled in your hole.
He’ll pull out to cum, coating your ass in his thick seed. It drips onto the plug, marking the shiny treasure between your cheeks as his own.
Walter-Rope
This may or may not come as a surprise, but Walter is really into rope play. In the rare free time he has, he often studies the art of shibari. He’s mastered plenty of knots to trap you in.
Your arms and legs are hogtied behind your back, which is his favorite position to tie you in. He flips you over onto your front and drags your face to the edge of the bed. He uses your immobility as an opportunity to stand in front of you and fuck your throat.
You're drooling and gagging as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. He keeps one hand in your hair as he watches your movements closely. Always keeping an eye out for your safe signal.
“I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours, and you're going to thank me for it, little slut. Because you’re nothing but a cum hungry whore. That’s it. Cry for it.” He snarls, loving to see tears slip from your eyes.
Walter is adamant about aftercare, especially after hardcore scenes. He’s quick to untie you and massage your tense muscles.
He gives you water and lathers your raw flesh with some healing cream. His gentle praising and soft kisses ease you back down to reality.
Clark-Feather Tickler
It’s a tiny bit cheesy, sure. But that's just who Clark is; a traditional man. When he first presented you with the feather, he couldn’t stop blushing and grinning like a fool. You’ve never seen him so excited to try something in the bedroom.
He traces the wispy black feather all along your body. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You gasp when he tickles your nipples, making them perk up.
His mouth encloses over one of the hard buds as he trails the feather down your stomach to your pussy. It ghosts over your slit so delicately it makes you ache. You finally whine and beg him for more. He only continues to tease you.
It makes you so sensitive and needy. You threaten to use it on him next if he doesn’t indulge you soon. Of course, this only makes him want to do it more.
“Is that a promise, sweetheart?” He raises a brow with a playful smirk.
Napoleon-Blindfold
Napoleon wants everything he does to you to be a surprise. So, he cuts off your sense of sight with a silk blindfold. Sometimes, it’s paired with one of his silk ties holding your hands above your head.
To add to the deprivation of your senses, he even spins sensual music on the record player. He keeps the volume low, but it’s just enough for him to sneak around the room without you hearing him.
You don’t hear or see him reach for the bucket of ice holding the bottle of expensive champagne. Letting an ice cube rest between his lips, he leans down to trace his mouth along your neck.
Breathy gasps escape you as he trails the ice down your form. Along your collarbone, over your nipples and down your stomach. He lets the cube rest in your belly button so he can speak.
“I think this hot little pussy of yours needs a cooling down, don’t you think, darling?” He smirks before he takes the ice back in his mouth. You let out a cry when the ice touches your heated cunt.
He spends the night with his head buried between your legs, lapping up the water from the ice and your sweet nectar. Napoleon is a man of fine tastes, and you’re his favorite meal after all.
Charles-Candle Wax
You’re on your stomach as Charles holds the lit candle above your back. The hot wax drips onto your flesh and the initial burn makes you gasp. You’re reduced to whimpers as it cools and hardens.
The sensation makes you squirm, your arousal leaking onto the bed. He only chuckles and continues to hover the candle above you. Your body jerks when each drip hits you. Wax coats your shoulders, back and ass before he sets it aside.
His fingers wick away a bit of wax. You moan when his cool fingers soothe the mild burns on your skin. One of his hands comes up to massage the back of your neck as he admires the work he did on your back.
When his fingers dip between your legs, you whine. He hums, spreading your moist lips so he can gaze at your glistening folds. He lets out a moan when he collects some of your wetness on his finger.
“You’re absolutely drenched, darling. Do you enjoy the pain? Oh, indeed you do. What a wanton little thing you are, my love.” He whispers in your ear with a smirk, sinking his finger into your aching hole.
Mike-Vibrating Cockring
He came across it when he was making a snack run at the drugstore. On top of all the chips and candy he got, he also got the cockring. Mike can be a bit…impulsive.
The band makes him last even longer. It also makes him swell up, adding onto what is already a monstrously sized cock. As you ride him, it feels like you’re being impaled by his size.
With each bounce of your hips, the buzzing drums onto your clit. At times, you just grind to savor the feeling. You toss your head back and moan.
“Look at my girl work for it. So fuckin’ hot when you ride my dick, baby.” He grins, holding your winding hips.
He’s giddy as he watches you whine and grind on him. He gives your ass a swift smack. Seems like for once his impulsiveness paid off.
A/N: I tried to show all our boys equal lovin’ with 150-200ish words each. And I didn’t include all of Henry’s characters opps. Anyways, thank you all so much! I hope you have a good night/day. 🥰
I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU A THIRSTY ASK BUT UH: imagine riding mike's face while giving Stephen the best oral sex of his life lsdkjfas;lfdkj LOVE YOU BAI ALSKDJFALKSJ
WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, BABE?! YOU KNOW THIS IMAGINE WILL MAKE ME MORE THIRSTY THAN I ALREADY AM?! I’m gonna sue you for this! But, actually---you expect a headcanon right? NO. I’M NOT GIVING YOU THAT AFTER SENDING THIS ASK. I AM GIVING YOU A WHOLE ASS ONESHOT FOR OUR BABY BOYS!
Characters: Stephen Colley and Mike (from Hellraiser) x reader
Warnings: Sub baby boys. Male and female receiving! Porn without a plot? Dom! reader. Threesome. Graphic descriptions. Y’all know how I write my smut. I love the filth. Stephen and Mikey are all at legal age, alright?
Words: 1.6k
A/N: Smut under the cut. Also, already updated Witcher of the Night chapter 23! Go check it out in my pinned post! Love y’all! Filthy potatoes come out come out where ever you are!
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Their wanton moans were like music to your ears. Definitely angels singing to your own type of heaven that can get you quivering in pleasure once the high kicks in.
They were your two baby boys. The complete polar opposite of each other but magnets you couldn't get rid of nor will you hope to give exchange to because they were the best. Your feminine dominance molding at its finest with their submission made to bend for your will and demands.
Stephen and Mike, the contrary of their own characteristics have made them what they are. Stephen was sweet and biddable, always flustered when told of the dirtiest and filthiest things because he was new to everything. Though, his reluctance had curiosity laying inside of it. Therefore, Mikey was the defiant; the rebellious and naughty boy who was game with everything. Howbeit, what rebellion lies within his risquè attitude emerges the slight kink he had by being slavish over your wishes.
"You taste so fucking good," Mikey moaned in the midst of tongue-fucking you against the mattress. Laid beneath your kneeling, opened legs was a hungry boy who lapped all your sap below. His teeth constantly nipping along your inner thighs, sucking in between the nesh flesh to give a bite, igniting vibrations down your spine as he hummed through your wet folds.
The tip of his tongue flicked along your sensitive clit that he has been sucking on since the start of giving you head. From the moment you'd been tugging Stephen's pants off, Mike was latching onto your clit with his mouth like it was his bastion; a soft, sensitive button that could keep him going for hours, hyping up his energy to the fullest.
He was determined to make you cum hard with his talented---but, quite sloppy mouth. His tongue that could create tons of letters and can even fully construct your name with your pussy as a notebook and his mouth, a pen. Mike was messy when he'd first given you head, but with expanding his own experiences with you, he eventually learned how to lick a pussy with all his might.
Now, his head game was strong that it made you meek and utterly putty on his mouth.
The same goes for Stephen---but, it was the other way around.
You've ordered for his fingers to wrap around your head as you were sucking on his girth, a hand around the base of his cock while the other was tightly yanking off Mike's luscious curls. The British boy restricting himself from being an audible mess as you poured all your energy onto bobbing your head around his cock. Mike's groans shooting intense pleasure up the tight coil forming inside of your navel from all the ministrations happening.
Sucking off Stephen's uncut cock was a newly found gratification that you would always remember.
His supple fingers fell onto the top of your disheveled head, fighting off from tugging your roots from the pleasure he was feeling. The flat of your tongue licked his pre-cum oozing out of his slit, making him utter another round of his restrained moan. Your mouth pulling out from deep-throating his twitching cock.
"What have I told you about keeping those moans to yourself, baby boy?"
Stephen's face was coated in the fullest blush of his cheeks. His neck filling in the redness of his skin and also from the bites that you've somehow given him prior from the current position, "To give in to my pleasures because you love hearing me, miss."
"That's right," you sat back up after going on all fours for both of your boys. Eyes set straight to let Stephen understand that you weren't one to repeat your words again. Your breath hitched when Mike had his own little world and continued to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Two fingers reaching up to expand your folds, exposing more of your cunt as he shoved his tongue in and out of you in a slow, teasing way.
Stephen's heed was solely on your scrunched face, eventually falling forward to give your mouth a kiss when your fingers suddenly reached down to grab onto Stephen's tight gonads. His mouth huffing out a hitch of his own breath as it was already centimeters away from yours.
"Fuck my mouth with your cock and I'll let you kiss me, Stephen."
You forcefully pushed his shoulders away but not before a whine slipped past your filthy lips from how Mike began to slurp. Propping back on all fours, you've had Stephen's cock inside your mouth in no time. Bobbing your head up and down as you massaged his balls with one hand, squeezing them tight which made him moan with his mouth open.
Their eyes closed, freely feeling in the pleasure that you have set them both from a night you promised. You've stuck your tongue out to lap the underside of Stephen's throbbing vein, your body pushing forward from Mike's sudden slap of his hands along your derriere. Massaging your bottom with his greedy fingers, his head moving from side to side as he intentionally moaned to give vibrations over your pussy.
This made you hold onto Stephen's thigh, tightly clawing on his leg while it has given him the courage to place both of his palms on either side of your head, wanting to have that kiss you've promised him with because he never did receive one as Mikey got you all to himself when he was trying to undress.
Stephen began to fuck your mouth, his pace gradually increasing---being so gentle at first because of the filthy idea until he was finally hitting the back of your throat with his slit. Your moans adding up to the pleasure of his steel cock twitching inside of your mouth, knowing that he was close as he sped up, trying hard not to gag from his length as you slurped him all the way with no hesitation.
You were riding Mike's face with a will to cum hard. His gorgeous, prepossessing features scrunched in utmost pleasure over tasting your pussy also had him on edge on the specific action alone without even needing to be sucked. Mike's hand reached down to tug onto his own hardened cock, fisting it hard in his fist as he slurped your pussy whilst you circled your hips---loud enough for you to whimper from how Stephen breathlessly and lewdly moaned by watching his cock slide satisfyingly in your mouth like a drive he didn’t want to cease; bringing him to a newly, heightened euphoria.
Your eyes looked innocent and damp from the constant, deep throating as he prodded your mouth---loving such a dirty thing for your baby boy to do.
The both of you were a moaning mess. Stephen silently whining out a curse word you haven't heard from him since then. You've cried out by how hard you came, ruining Mike's perfect mouth with your cream and accepting Stephen's warm seed inside your mouth. With your other baby boy tucked beneath you, he hadn't come with his hand alone and felt the cravings of needing to feel your tight, wet pussy clenching his cock like a vice.
You were utterly sensitive and trembling. Mike slid off in between your legs, his lips glistening in your juices as he proudly licked them off with his tongue. He needed in from how hard he is at the moment. Stephen was heaving breaths from his first blow-job---listing it off as the best from his sweet miss. You've swallowed him all, sticking your tongue out for him to see his warm white seed all in your mouth before gulping him whole.
Stephen's baby blue eyes were in a daze as you moaned from his salty, rich taste, hearing a soft, weak whimper from such a provocative action shown to him. He reached out and planned to give you the kiss you promised when your head was turned by Mike who knelt behind you, holding your chin to turn your head and kiss you fully on the mouth. His tongue slipping inside to give yourself a taste.
"Please---Oh, please let me fuck your pussy. I need to cum inside you," Mike mumbled in between making out. He could feel Stephen's piqued eyes softly glaring at him in his peripheral vision---adamant of his sudden distraction by having his promised kisses that he needed to feel and have.
Mike deeply whined from how he needed to cum badly, carelessly swathing your tongue with his, fully lapping and giving Stephen a show. Leisurely sucking your tongue before grinning and cocking his head to the side, "What? You've had her mouth. Also, came inside her fucking lips, Colley. I get to have the other. Fair game?" he sing-songed and sarcastically mentioned, widely smiling before his eyes turned mischievous when he'd abruptly reached down to his fingers along your folds, circling them to catching onto your cream before pulling them back and obscenely slipping them inside his mouth.
Your heart rate spiked up from his profound eagerness.
"Mmmh," Mike lowly purred, devilishly grinning as he hastily pushed you down the bed. Stephen turning more flustered and intentionally being ignored by your naughty boy who happened to always like annoying the heck out of him.
His fingers left his mouth with a wet pop, immediately taking your ankles to pry your legs open wide---seeing how drenched you were against the dim lights; milky and leaky just like how your boys want them and he couldn't help but hum another before avidly shifting in between the homey cavern he decided to take raw. Determined for that punishment he knew would eventually come around for being roguish---disobeying your scolds over Stephen, meekly slithering your way to join in the fun you had with Mike who had you pinned on the bed.
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.
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: Dunno why but felt compelled to write on this. This will be the final chapter of this sweet little story tho. I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,480
Pairing: Mike x Reader
Summary: Your company and all your hard work finally comes to fruition.
Warnings: 18+, p in v sex, desperate Mikey, begging, little bit of fem dom vibes, creampie, smidge of angst
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Part Five
It was nearly two years after you started building your business. The office was constructed to your liking, the crew was more than ready to be out from under your father and Big Mike, and due to so many of their client’s seeing how you were mistreated at your birthday part, many of them were more than ready to do business with Angel Tech. Of course Mike had been there with you every step of the way. He was learning so fast, and being unbelievably helpful.
You were beyond grateful for his help, and his love. Even now, when everyone had left for the night, and you’d locked up the building he was in your shared office working hard on the finishing touches. He didn’t even notice when you came in and stripped down to your underwear. “All work and no play makes Mikey a dull boy,” you say as you sit in his lap. “Angel… what—,” he stammers as he turns around and tries to stuff you in his coat jacket.
“Everybody’s gone baby. Just you and me here now. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate all you’ve been doing,” you breathe before running your lips down his throat. When you reach his pulse point, you feel it thrumming wildly before nipping at it. “Angel,” he groans, hips rutting up into yours. “Will you let me?,” you ask between kisses. “You know you can do whatever you want to me baby, just didn’t want anyone seeing,” he gasps as you rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying.
He whines as you nip at his skin. You get to his cock and palm it over top his pants, making his eyes roll back in his head. Even after all this time, he’s still absolutely gone for you. “Please… fuck,” he moans. You suddenly get up, pulling him out of the chair by his belt buckle. You crash your lips into his as you strip him. The entire time he’s franticly taking off your underwear. Once you’re both bare you shove all the stuff off your desk before getting him to lay back on it.
You straddle his hips and take him to the hilt with one swift movement, making him cry out. “Ahhh… y- you can’t do that baby. Don’t… don’t do me like th—,” he chokes out before you start to ride him, cutting off his thought process. “Aren’t you my good boy?,” you ask him. “Yes. I’m your good boy,” he replies while you tangle your fingers into his hair, riding him harder. You lean down and kiss him, and his hips start to snap up to meet yours.
Before it’s over, you can’t meet his place, falling to your forearms as his hands hold your hips in place. You’ve came three times now, and he’s still hard. You’ve learned over the years together for some reason, he can’t cum until you say. He won’t admit it, but he loves it. You let him get all desperate, babbling and begging for it before you’ll let him. “Feel good baby?,” you coo. “Always so good Angel. W— want you to cum again,” he tells you, and with a few more strokes you do.
He carefully moves the two of you around so he can be on top. He grabs your breasts, throttling you harder. His eyes gloss over and you can tell he’s nearly where he wants to be. “Uh uhh uh,” he whines. The sound makes your pussy twitch. “Oh… Please Angel. Need to cum,” he tells you. “Where does my good boy want to cum?,” you ask him. “In this tight little pussy. Please don’t make me leave. W— want it. So warm and wet. Feels so good. Wanna fill you up,” he begs. “Make me cum one more time and it’s yours Mikey,” you say as you run your fingers through his damp curls.
He grabs your hip, while the other hand gives your swollen clit some attention. He doubles his efforts and makes you see starts. “C— can I? Please. Cock’s so hard it hurts. Gonna be so much,” he whimpers. “Go on Mikey, cum for me,” you tell him. He leans down and holds tight to you as he explodes. His sweet little moans send you into one last orgasm of your own. The feeling of you squeezing him, drawing out his pleasure.
Once he’s done he collapses on top of you, sweaty body pressed firm against yours. “You okay?,” you ask while rubbing his back soothingly. He nods feebly before looking up at you. “Thank you,” he says. “For what?,” you question. “That. That was… so good,” he says with a goofy grin. “You deserve it, and so much more. I love you,” you tell him, unable to resist playing with his curls once again. “I love you too baby. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go again”, he tells you, making you giggle. “Whatever you want Mikey. It’s yours,” you tell him before pulling him down for a kiss.
The next week it’s show time. You sit in the passenger seat, wringing your fingers as Mike drives the two of you to Danvers and David. When he parks he turns to you and takes your hands in his. “Angel, are you okay?,” he asks. “Just nervous. I haven’t talked to my dad since I quit… haven’t seen yours since either,” you say releasing a breath. “No one is going to lay a finger on you ever again. I’ll break their fucking necks,” he says lowly. “Mikey,” you breathe. “I mean it. You know me. I’m laid back, but when it comes to you, I’ll do anything… Anything to protect you,” he tells you.
You lean across the console and kiss him fiercely. “I’m getting laid later aren’t I?,” he smirks. “Mikey,” you giggle lightly smacking his chest before looking at him sheepishly. “Yes, yes you are,” you tell him, before he pulls you in for another kiss. “Sit tight,” he tells you before getting out and rounding the car to open your door. “M’lady,” he says, extending a hand. You take it, and lace your fingers into his. “Let’s go,” you tell him.
You two take the elevator up, Mike holding you close before the doors open. When you walk in all eyes turn to the two of you. “What the fuck are you two doing here. Dave!,” Big Mike shouts. Your father exits his office, a smug look spreading across his face when he sees you. “So I see you’ve come to beg forgiveness,” he says. “Actually.. David I’ve come to collect my employees,” you smile sweetly.
“Your… your what?,” he asks before over half of the people in the room stand and collect their things. “What the hell is this?,” Big Mike growls. “All these lovely people work for us now,” Mike tells him. “That’s— that’s bullshit!,” your father yells. “That’s what’s happening. They all work for Angel Tech now,” you reiterate. “Angel Tech? So not only have the two of you been stealing our clients, you’re stealing our employees too?,” Big Mike says incredulously. “Sucks to suck,” you shrug. The look on his face is just too good before the two of you turn to leave with all of your friends, finally free from those two idiots.
They all chatter excitedly while your father and Mike’s carrying on yelling in the background. Honestly, it’s the best. All those years of being under appreciated, being mistreated, and now not only were you were your own boss, but you absolutely stuck it to your dad, all with the man you love by your side. You could never remember being happier.
Within the first three years of you and Mike running Angel Tech, Danvers and David went bankrupt. They couldn’t find clients, nor employees. Sometimes you supposed you should feel bad, but really you didn’t. Served them right for how they’d treated the two of you.
Currently you and Mike were out celebrating five years of being together. He’d gotten reservations at this beautiful seaside restaurant where the two of you were able to eat outside. He sat there watching you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the setting sun caress your face, and he could hardly breathe. It was such a stark contrast to the first time he’d laid eyes on you. You were so sad, broken even. Now you were content, loved, and he likes that he had a hand in that.
“Angel,” he said barely above a whisper. “Yeah?,” you smile, turning your attention to him. In that very moment he knew, the two of you would be together the rest of your lives. “I love you,” he breathes. “I love you too Mikey,” you reply. He leans across the table, giving you a sweet kiss. “Let’s go home,” he then says.
