Mike Fuentes: I'll Come Back For You (Part III)
*Smut Warning*
Your stomach was fluttering as Mike’s hands intertwined with yours and his eyes never looked away from you. You couldn’t take your eyes away either. It was quiet in your house, except for the pounding of your heart that rang in your ears.
“(Y/N),” Mike breathed and looked down at his shoes. He looked back up at you and stepped closer so he could cup the sides of your tear-stained face. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered; his forehead creasing and his eyes becoming glassy.
You opened your mouth, but you were at a loss for words. You trailed a finger down his scruffy cheek and slowly slid your hands around his waist and interlocked them behind his back. He held you tight to his chest and you finally felt happy after two long years of waiting.
“Mike,” you said into his chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as you pulled away from him.
“Come upstairs,” you said as you grabbed his hand and led him up the steps.
You walked slowly, shuffling your feet and taking up as much time as possible. You walked passed your bedroom to the end of the hall. You stood before the door and took a deep breath while you placed your hand on the knob. You turned back to Mike to give him a reassuring smile and he returned the favor and squeezed your hand.
You slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside the room quietly with Mike right behind. A small nightlight illuminated the room, which was plugged in next to a crib.
You felt two hands grab your waist and spin you around. “(Y/N),” Mike’s voice broke. “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t give you time to answer; he just kept repeating I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry (Y/N). He held you tight against him and your tears landed on his shirt.
He looked at you with hurt eyes and you answered the question you knew he was thinking. “His name is Matthew,” you whispered.
“Matthew,” he said quietly to himself and smiled half-heartedly as he looked over to his son.
He looked back to you and then stepped quietly across the room to the crib. You followed behind him. You both leaned over the side of the crib and watched your son sleep soundly.
“He should wake up soon,” you whispered and saw Mike smile.
After a few minutes passed, Matthew wiggled and kicked his tiny feet. His little hands opened and closed and his eyes fluttered. Mike’s hand reached down and he gently put his finger into Matthew’s hand. He grabbed it and Mike smiled even more. Matthew’s eyes were open now and he started to cry like he always did when he woke up.
Mike looked at you as if to ask to pick him up. You nodded and Mike reached his other hand down and gently picked up his son. “Shh,” he hushed. “It’s okay Matthew,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head as he bounced him gently to calm him down.
Matthew stopped crying as soon as he heard Mike’s voice. He stared at him with his big brown eyes and grabbed his face. Mike smiled at the touch of the little hand on his cheek.
Mike walked over to the chair and sat down with Matthew on his lap, who was very eager to touch Mike’s facial hair. His tiny hands felt the scruff on Mike’s face and he smiled big at his father. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched the two people you loved the most, love each other.
. . .
Matthew was asleep again after meeting his father for the first time and you were just as tired.
You and Mike lay down in your bed on your sides, facing each other. Mike brushed the hair from your face and you smiled at his touch.
“You’re so beautiful (Y/N),” Mike said as he looked at you lovingly.
You slid closer to him, so your bodies were touching. Your lips grazed his suggestively and you whispered, “Love me Mike.”
His hands ran along your body, tracing every curve. Your lips met and moved together while his hands pushed up your shirt. Your hand rested on his bare chest. He rolled on top of you so he could slide off your shorts. You kissed slowly, treating each touch of his lips as careful as the first time and as passionately as the last and hoping to never forget the feeling again.
You slid down his boxers and moved your eager hands down the sides of his body. He pushed into you and his movements started out slow, letting you adjust.
He kissed your neck and down your collarbone as he thrusted into you deeper. You arched your back at the sensation and moaned, “Oh, Mike.”
Your hands gripped his biceps as he pushed deeper and harder. “Mike,” you moaned out again.
The knot in your stomach was tightening and you bucked your hips.
“Oh, (Y/N),” Mike moaned, his breath hot on your skin.
He thrusted faster and his movements became sloppier. His cum poured into you as he moaned your name. You dug your nails into his back as you released onto him. You both held each other tight as your rode out your highs.
Mike rolled over next to you and placed his arm over your stomach after pulling the sheets over you. He kissed your cheek.
. . .
You were half asleep in your bed, tangled in the sheets; the light from the window brightened the room. You heard Mike’s voice from down the hall.
“No, Vic listen,” he must’ve been on the phone because there was a long pause before he continued. You didn’t really pay attention and tried to go back to sleep.
“I don’t have to, I know that. But I want to. You have no idea how much I love her and Matthew too.” Another long pause before he said, “So, I’m gonna ask (Y/N).. tonight.”