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Comm bought from @/zootzonk on bsky. Shapes owns the robot
Thinking about you….
FTM reader x Mike Ehrmantraut
NSFW🔞
Mike crashes in bed after a long day, thinking about you. He recounts some memories of you while jerking it freakay 😛 style
CW: significant age gap, obsessive behavior, graphic depictions of being an old man
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Head swimming from liquor, Mike crashed onto his bed with a groan. That fucking kid…. He ran a hand over his face. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about him? As an old man, this puppy love bullshit should have stopped decades ago. It had, for the most part. It wasn’t like he was scoring a whole lot, to be honest. That was fine by him. One night stands were few and far between. He decided his age greatly affected his libido.
But not when it came to you.
He didn’t know what it was, but he was infatuated with you. You were kind, sweet, with an amazing ass- he should seriously stop. You were way too young for him, he had to have 40ish years on you. Yet here he was, his cock half-hard despite the alcohol.
“This is fucking ridiculous.” He looked down at his boxers and sighed. Just the idea of you- of that cute mouth… “Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut and adjusted his legs. How cute would it be for your mouth to be stuffed with his cock? You choking back a gag when the tip hit the back of your throat? He fantasized about what your boycunt tasted like, how it would feel to cockwarm you. His dick kissing your cervix, ramming into you over and over and over.
He couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his cock from his boxers. It was heavy and leaking like he had taken an aphrodisiac.
Seriously? That little twerp again? He sighed. This was far from the first time this has happened, but usually he would ignore his twitching cock. It took a lot of energy to jerk off and he could use all he could get. But sometimes it was impossible. His cock would get painfully hard before did anything about it. Torturing him on and off for days until he gave in. All his repressed sexual frustration would boil over. He repented then fucked his hand like it would forgive his sins.
One time he had to quickly excuse himself after dropping you off at home. Your scent clung to the upholstery. He got maybe a block out of your neighborhood before he had to pull over. You hadn’t even done anything but sit in the car with him, which you did quite often. But for some reason that day, it haunted him like a grudge.
Another time, you made the mistake of eating candy around him. Just a silly, innocent little lollipop. To you it meant nothing, but to him it meant he had to cancel his plans for the next hour.
Occasionally you and Jimmy would playfully flirt with each other and Mike would get a jealousy boner… he didn’t want to dive into the psychology of what that could possibly mean right now. Once, Lalo picked you up by the scruff of your neck and slammed you into a wall. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist. The noise you made- Mike hadn’t heard you make before or since. He still didn’t understand why Lalo did that. To prove he could do whatever he wanted? Make a point of some kind, most likely. He was concerned at first, ready to intervene, but when he saw the look in your eyes. He realized in horror that you liked being thrown around. And that- that haunted him worse than your little noise. All he wanted to do was throw you around, sit you on his cock, and make you produce worse sounds than that.
He came all over his belly and it flowed off his hand, down his wrists. His heart pounded and his hips thrusted into the air, his knees shaking as he came. When he returned to his senses, all his aches and pains returned. His side hurt like a bitch and every joint ached. Shame washed over him as he looked at his come soaked hand. There was a lot of cum- more than usual. His mouth twitched into a frown and wiped off his hands harshly onto his tank top. He tore off his wife beater and threw it across the room.
Goddamn that kid.
them stroking it to your discord profile
aiden's hand rests above his aching bulge as he stares at your profile, his eyes flick over to the photo you sent him, and then your messages. "ah...fuck...." he whimpered as he rubbed his hands over his hardon—eyes glued to his screen, watching you type something out after being offline for about 20 minutes. god, he knows you'd be so disgusted with him when you find out that he's touching himself to you.
he continues to keep his hands on his clothed cock and moving his hips to feel more friction. he needed more... he slipped his pants down and let out a breath once the cold air hit his bare cock. pre already pooling at the head and sliding down.
aiden watched you send yet another message. "im going to peg you bro. try me" it was a joke, obviously but it turned him on nonetheless. one of his hands typed on the keyboard as the other stroked himself. "im literally stroking it to you gng" he knows that you'd just take it as a joke so he sent it without thinking, then you sent a voicemail. it was nothing, just you laughing at the message and saying something about wanting to jerk his cock for him instead. he knows it was just some silly joke but he couldn't help himself, he played the voicemail over and over again as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. it started out slow, calculated but desperation fuled his senses and went faster, sloppier. aiden bucked his hips up to his hands and ivory white streaks painted his moniter and hands...
@cozmjc <33 it's kinda short, i might make another one but longer JUST for you✌️✌️✌️✌️
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