School is basically a hellhole for you. Trash thrown at you for looking at someone the wrong way, getting shoulder checked into lockers, even being called slurs for even stepping into the girls washroom. Luckily, it didn’t take long to find a group of misfits who get treated similarly.
There’s Illi, who faces unnecessary amounts of transphobia and puts up with none of it like the strong character she is. There’s Frank, who gets the most angered from the bait, getting in trouble constantly due to the teacher’s favouritism. There’s Ray, who’s immune to it himself, but gets verbally defensive when his friends get involved because he rather take the hurt than those he loves. Finally, the one who intrigues you the most, there’s Mikey, Illi’s brother who’s quiet through the bullying and obviously has its effects.
Upon first meeting him, he barely says anything. He doesn’t like talking much. The bullying really takes a toll on his social life. He appears very distant, never starting a conversation with you, despite the stares you catch him throwing your way. He just thinks it’s a trick, someone like you getting bullied, that they all must be blind. All the girls should want to be friends with you. All the guys should want to date you. He’d love to date someone like you, and have you choke on his dick like no one has before (literally).
Luckily, when you get closer to the amazing, entertaining group, being able to see them in a private space like Ray’s living room or Illi’s basement, Mikey lets loose a bit, and you realize things about him. He’s incredibly geeky, when he’s not with friends, his sister, or hollering at his parents, he plays his old Gameboy. His music taste is not what you’d think, mentioning his love for bands like Blur, The Smiths, and Oasis. He wears funny boxers when you’re all hanging out alone, ones with different patterns, your favorite being the funny ones with smiley faces on them.
Since you’ve become a part of the group, he began warming up to you. Speaking to you first, talking about you when you aren’t around, defending you when girls or guys laugh at you, laughing at your jokes, sit next to you at lunch. Sitting next to you is his favorite seat! Your amazing scent, how you two could talk separate from the group at times! Always hoping someone will drop something under the table or he will accidentally drop something so he can try to peak up your school uniform skirt! You even make the clinginess come out in him, hugging you goodbye, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, fixing your makeup or necklaces, tucking some stray strands of hair out of your face. Anything to touch you.
The friendship between you five is so close by the time Christmas comes around! You all participate in secret Santa. Luckily, you get Mikey and Mikey gets you! You get Mikey some more cute, funny boxers that remind you of him. He makes you a CD, filled with songs that remind him of you and fucking you. After boring family Christmas dinners, you all head over to the McMillin’s basement for the first sleepover!
Pizza is ordered, drinks are poured, and joints are being lit. It’s all so cozy. The minute you take a seat on the couch, Mikey is quick to hop next to you. You’re sitting on the centre cushion, Mikey on one side, Ray on the other. Ray doesn’t know how fucking mad it makes him, though. He wishes he was on the two cushioned love seat so you were sitting with him, and just him. The joint finally gets to you, which Mikey subtly stares at how your lips wrap around the filter and inhale the smoke deep into your lungs before it curls out beautifully.
“Earth the Mikey?” You giggle, trying to pass him the joint. Mikey hasn’t even had a puff yet, and he’s acting funny. He laughs, “Sorry, Y/N. Thinking ‘bout the movie. I’m pumped to watch it.” As the joint continues to go around, the basement becoming hotboxed, you two discuss the movie. The Blair Witch Project. Ray rented it quick before someone else got it (pros of working at the video store).
After the joint is burned to the filter, Illi puts the VHS into her VCR. Everyone gets comfy and cozy after Frank turns the lights off. “Makes it EXTRA scary.” He claims before cuddling up on the couch with Illi. Mikey sighs, unintentionally. He wishes that could be you and him. You’d fit perfectly against his frame. Maybe cuddlefuck you while nobody else was down here. The movie begins, snapping him out of his fantasies.
The movie isn’t that scary, but it sure is suspenseful, which makes everybody jump at times. Illi is immune, considering she always watches horror movies, all along the spectrum of popular and niche. Frank jumps sometimes, but denies it with extreme defence whenever someone points it out. Ray jumps too, his shoulder softly brushing yours at times, which he’s quick to say sorry to while unable to peel his eyes off the screen.
Of course, Ray doesn’t mean anything by it. You’d be like a sister to him if anything. But it still makes Mikey instinctively wrap his arm around your waist (which is weird, it’s usually your shoulder) and tug you closer. Confused, you look up at him. “Just in case one of us gets scared.” He mutters, pretending to be heavily interested in the movie.
After you all watch a few movies, eat, and smoke some more, you’re all spent. Frank is the first asleep, sprawled out on the loveseat. The plan was for Frank and Illi to be in the same bed, you on the loveseat, Ray on the big couch, and Mikey in his room upstairs. Before anyone can say anything, Mikey leans in, making a lie: “Frank gets REALLY upset when woken up. Maybe Illi should sleep in her bed, Frank on this big couch, and we could just go to my room upstairs. I have a big bed.”
The lie? Frank wouldn’t mind waking up, and his bed isn’t bigger than a double. Enough for two people, but for two people to be close. “That works.” You agree. You explain the situations, which Illi and Ray just take as you wanted to sleep with Mikey. “We’re going to bed!” You say with a yawn, you and Mikey heading up the stairs.
Mikey can barely sleep. The warmth of your body next to him. The strong scent. How your back arched with the way you’re lying. How you roll onto your back and put your arms behind your head sometimes, displaying your torso. How gentle and innocent your face looks. It’s too much. It’s like his brain is on autopilot, his hand reaching into his new, fresh boxers, wrapping around his leaking, already hard cock to pump it until his brain turns numb.
A few days later, right before new years, you have come to a realization. Ever since you first met him, Mikey has stood out to you. You’ve always been attracted to him, but now you’re really attracted to him. How considerate he is, how friendly he is, how bashful he can be, how geeky he is, how appreciative he is of his friends. To your luck, he reciprocates these feels a few weeks later. Around the time you were gonna ask him out.
“Y/N, I have a question. You can completely dismiss me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” Mikey begins, the smile as your face reassuring him. Those pretty lips…. “I was just… wondering if you wanted to give a date a shot. Nothing big. Maybe that diner down town.” He suggests. That cute, corny looking diner. “Of course!” You sputter a little too fast, but you’re so happy.
Friday comes, and you two walk there right after school, discussing the week and anything that comes to mind, as usual. You arrive, the diner unusually dead. “How can I help you?” A waitress with a little too much red lipstick asks. “Um, a table for two, please.” Mikey requests, trying to fight the awkwardness in him to impress you with being the one who speaks up on a date. “Pick a seat.” The lady says carelessly.
Mikey’s eyes dart right to the one in the corner, far and private. He leads you and the waitress to the booth, shoes slightly tearing from the sticky floor with each step. You sit across from Mikey while the waitress places two menus on the table and walks away.
You both silently scan the menus while a crappy jukebox plays some old, cracky song in the background. “Do you have a dime?” You break the silence, smiling politely. Mikey immediately shuffles through the change in his pocket he collected for the date, handing you a dime. The jukebox then plays He Hit Me (It Felt Like a Kiss) by The Crystals. God, does it give Mikey the thought of giving your cheek a slap before filling your mouth with his cock.
Once sat again, the waitress comes, loudly chewing gum with her notepad ready. “Do you do all day breakfast?” Mikey asks, which she nods. “Alright, um… I’ll have the pancakes with eggs, um, sunny side up. Please and thank you.” He orders awkwardly, but polite. He’s just so adorable to you, and his face would look so pretty…. Well, you’ve mainly had romantic thoughts about him, but it would just look TOO pretty between your legs.
The waitress clears her throat, your turn to order. You stammer, but get on with your preferred order while Mikey counts his change. “Oh!” He chips in when you’re done talking. “And a milkshake, please. Um… whatever she wants.” He gestures to you, your heart warming before choosing.
The variety of things you and Mikey talk about over breakfast for supper and a shared milkshake (refilled consistently) for 3 hours is insane. It can go from depressing like school, home, and personal issues, to funny stories you and him have from the past, to future desires, to current interests, it’s just all over the place. But it’s getting dark. And Mikey’s getting bold.
Watching as you pop the red cherry in your mouth, his foot begins brushing against yours. At first, you think it’s a mistake, continuing to talk. “And it was literally first period of the school day. Then he….” You continue telling the story, but stuttering a little more as he hums and responds attentively. But with deeper meaning. He doesn’t break until you start to reciprocate after your story, while he’s talking and your shoe slides up his baggy pants leg.
Mikey can’t help it any longer. After all, you’re both the only people there, and the waitress is long gone in the back blowing some of the chefs. It’s official this trashy, corny, cute diner was perfect. “Y’know something?” He asks nonchalantly, stacking the dirty plates for less of a mess for the snobby waitress. “Of course.” You respond, the same calm smile on your face. The moment is tense. “Well, if we were side by side rather than across from each other, I’d…”
He stops, smirking a bit before shaking his head. “Ah, better not here.” You lightly kick him under the table with a roll of your eyes. He laughs. “Spill, Mikey.” You demand, and who is he to deny you? “Well, by now, I’d definitely have my fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt to watch you squirm and soak these peeling leather seats.”
It’s suddenly quiet. God, the mouth on that sweet boy! You go to respond, laughing a bit. You can’t help but be shocked, despite this being the reality. “What?” You stammer. “Well, what I mean is - ah, I see where we got confused. See, not just buried, but probably pumping it and out of you until you’re gripping the seats-“ “No, I understand that part! I-“ You just get even more flustered by his response, finally demanding: “Pay. My house is closest, and my parents aren’t home.”
Too excited, he springs up and puts all the loose change and money he has at the register before you two head out. It was such a perfect, romantic date, and now Mikey’s trying to subtly grab at your ass on the walk to your place. “Wait, I said!” You remind him, so sexually frustrated yourself, while he whines. “Someone’s cranky. Just gimme a peak.” He tries once again, but you grab his hand, holding it all the way home so he stops his shenanigans. No matter how sexual, he does feel his heart warm at your hand in his.
Thank god, tonight’s the night your parents are out at your uncles, drinking, most likely not coming home until late afternoon tomorrow. You and Mikey sneak upstairs, even if no one’s home, and quickly lock the door and close the blinds. You go to turn the light off, but Mikey stops you, wrapping his arms around you and slowly moving you both to the bed. “Need to see you…” he mumbles, breath fanning your lips are his closeness, before pressing your lips into a passionate kiss.
You fall back on your bed, pulling him straight on top of you. The kiss is messy and rough, teeth clashing and slobber down your chins. You both know you’re both inexperienced anyway. It’s not long before his hands are pulling your top off, groaning at your bra. “Take it off.” He groans, ripping his own blazer and top off, holding the tie. Once your bra is off, he kisses you harder while tying your hands behind your back. “Sh, sh, sh,” he mutters as you try to pull away, but end up moaning anyway. This is heaven.
Mikey maneuvers you both so you’re in the centre of the bed, head on the pillows. He tugs off your skirt and socks, leaving you in just your panties. He doesn’t care whatever they look like, they’re YOUR panties. You automatically bend your legs, spreading them for him. He obviously doesn’t need to be told what you need.
He scoots down, burying his face into the fabric of your panties before anything. Revelling in the sound of your soft breaths while his nose nudges your clit through the fabric, inhaling your scent deeply, soaking the fabric more with his desperate tongue needing your arousal. It’s enough to make you whine, bucking your hips into his face.
“I’ve been dreaming about this so much.” He practically growls, tugging your panties off and sliding them right into his pocket. You don’t care whatever he’s going to do with them, blissed out already. “Me too, Mikey.” All you care about is getting some attention between your leg. Mikey lowers himself, kissing along your body until he’s settled between your legs. He can’t even tease you, spreading you open to stare at you.
You’re so fucking beautiful. Mikey’s so hard from it. Your pussy doesn’t compare to all the pornstars he’s seen. He loves the shape, the smell, the pubic mound above it, all of it. Right away, it’s a messy attack at your clit, enough to make you gasp from how rough he is.
He’s full on making out with your clit, tonguing it with soft, long flicks and kissing it with small suctions of his lips. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good. I’ve thought about this so much.” He gives your clit a harsh suck, hearing your high pitched gasp, before tonguing your hole as his groans vibrate through your pussy. There’s not a care to how this is turning out to you, greedy for your pussy that he’s drunk off of.
Two fingers slip deep inside you, like Mikey described, curling upwards while he licks your clit. “Fuuuck, Mikey!” You squeal, watching him look up at you. Your head tossed back, eyes rolling back occasionally, and lips parted. He pound his fingers harder, loving the lewd noises made from your wetness and his spit.
Speaking of spit, he pulls away, spitting a glob right on your clit before smacking it. You shoot up, shocked and looking down at him once the moan rips through you. He smirks. You liked it. So of course, he does it again. And again. And again. All while you clench against his merciless fingers and whine for more, tears coming to your eyes.
“C’mon, baby, just rub it already.” You sob, needing your clit rubbed. The pet name gives him butterflies, but he wants to tease you more. He pulls his fingers from you, leaving you empty and throbbing, landing one last harsh slap on your cunt as he sucks his long, slender fingers clean. You squirm, tossing your head back on the bed. “Please, please, please…” you beg quietly.
Careless to your pleading, Mikey crawls up, straddling your shoulders and pressing his tip against your lips, your eyes opening when you feel the dip on either side of your head. “Open up, honey.” Mikey instructs, despite the crack of need in his voice. You obey, swallowing his whole as he pounds his dick straight down your throat.
More tears form, leaking down your face as you gag on his long cock. Mikey’s just brainless, whimpering and moaning while gripping you by the top of your head and fucking your mouth. “Oh my god, fuck, I knew your throat would be so wet and warm. And those lips…. Fuck….” He laughs at the obscene noises coming from your mouth and throat, watching your spit drip around his length.
Your throat burns, for sure, but everything going on just goes right between your legs. Mikey’s being rough, but deep down it’s just because he’s so fucking needy for you. The way your big, teary eyes looking up at him drives him insane. He pulls his cock from your mouth a string of spit connected you, and he gives you a slap on the cheek. “C’mon, spit.” He demands, cock against your lips. You gather all the spit in your mouth before pressing it against his throbbing tip, which he gathers and begins to pump his cock violently right in front of your face.
“What, gonna cum all over my face, baby? Make me a dirty girl for you?” You smirk, watching the soft “o” shape is mouth forms and his eyebrows pinch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Fuck, baby, just keep talking, please. Just keep talking and you’ll get what you want.” Mikey breathlessly speaks, borderline moaning. His cock glides and twists up and down consistently, clenched as if it were your hole fluttering around him, tip pulsing and angry-red.
All you want to do is for to get his cum all over your face at this point. “Come on, Mikey. I’m so needy for you. Your fingers feel so good inside me, and you’re so amazing at eating my pussy. You like eating my pussy?” All he does is groan in acknowledgment, hand pumping faster as his thighs slightly clench your shoulders. You laugh, “What, are you gonna cum? Getting so close, aren’t you? So qu-“ You’re cut off by Mikey gripping your hair again, holding your face down as his load spews all over your face.
You close your eyes, listening to his almost girly whimpers. Mikey makes sure to get every last drop somewhere on your beautiful face. The sight could make him hard again. You open your eyes, finally, after none thankfully landing in them. He rubs his cock around your face, smearing it with a dirty smirk, making you his own pornstar. He doesn’t even need to make you, considering you lean forward to lick the last bit dripping from his tip.
You’re just about to plead when he crawls down, back to your needy, puffy pussy. One hand slides three fingers inside you, instead of two, and the other hand rubs your clit harshly just the way you need it right now. Instinctively, your legs spread further, allowing him to hit that sweet spot deep inside you while your moans echo off the walls. “God, Mikey, just don’t stop!” With the amount of focus he has, he probably didn’t plan on stopping, determined for you to orgasm.
Mikey finds a particularly spongy spot inside you that practically has you screaming, gripping the sheets, so he just pounds into that as rapid as he can. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re getting so tight…. Wish my cock was inside you…. You ever think of that?” He ask. All you can do is nod, moaning louder. “Just- Just- Don’t fucking stop, Mikey, I’m almost there.”
Obediently, he shuts up, and pays all of his attention to his main priority. Whatever his fingers are doing is absolutely magic, and it gives you this feeling in your belly you’ve never experienced while touching yourself. The noises you let out, you’ve never let out before. It just feels so fucking good. “Holy shit, Mikey, I’m- Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” “Please, cum f’me, baby.” He pleads, leaning down to suck on your clit rather than rub it, and your vision absolutely goes white.
You’re sent over the edge. The way your pussy clenches makes him groan. He rests his hand on your lower belly to stop you from squirming, but unknown to his knowledge, it makes this damn inside you break. Your juices flow out of you, not pee, but more clear, and more urgent. Mikey’s splashed right in the face, but doesn’t falter, in fact he moans right into you as if he’s the one chasing the biggest high ever.
Soon enough, your thighs stop shaking, your noises quiet, and Mikey’s movements slow. All that fills the room is your out of breath sobs of pleasure, like the wind was knocked out of you. Mikey’s quick to sit beside you, arms wrapping around you. “Hey, hey - shit, you’re so pretty - um, are you okay?” He ask, brushing your hair from your face, forgetting his cum still on your face.
“It was just so fucking good.” You reply between deep breaths. Mikey chuckles, but wraps his arms around you tighter. “Don’t worry, baby. I know. It was f’me too. I’ll clean everything up, don’t you worry. Just…. Just one sec.” He searches for his boxers, finding them and then searching for your bathroom. Once found, you hear water running. You laugh, heading to the bathroom with a towel and cloth, already figuring out his plan.
You stand behind him. “There was no need for that…. Could’ve just wiped my face.” “I just…. Dunno, thought it would’ve been relaxing.” You smile, scruffing his hair. So soft. You thank him before settling in the bath, and he joins you shortly after doing his best to clean up your embarrassing mess.
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