Mikey prompt idea: mikey and his new gf are late to family dinner because he couldn’t keep his hands off her
Touch It (Part 1) ~ Mikey Berzatto Imagine
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“Mikey, we’re late! Fuck! Help me!!!” You were hastily trying to finish curling your hair, but of course, your hair decided to be uncooperative on today of all days.
“What??” Mikey laughed as he walked towards the bathroom, knowing you were stressing yourself out for no reason. Being the Berzatto’s neighbour, you were at Donna’s more than your own house with the intention of escaping your own family- really, you were going from one version of chaos to another, except only one of them involved Mikey.
However, given this was the first family event you attended as a couple, you felt an immense pressure to make sure everything went smoothly and perfect, and that translated to your appearance.
“I need your help, com’ere” you placed a chunk of hair between your lips as you lifted your arms over your head, wrapping a strand of hair over and under the blazing iron you held near your head.
Mikey appeared, leaning against the door frame with his muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, finding amusement in the extent of your preoccupation. “Yes, doll?”
There was that smile of his. His fucking smile which showed up in his eyes first, then his lips. It makes your knees buckle.
“I laid out some dresses on the bed, can you take a look at em’ and let me know which ones you like??” Unplugging your curling iron you began to brush apart your curls.
“Yeah, I can do that sweets.” Mikey’s undiagnosed ADHD fuse was as short as short could be, but for you, his patience was untimed. He walked over to your shared bed, lifting up the various hangers. “Can I see em’ on ya, doll? When’d you get these??”
Joining Mikey, you began to take different hangers from him, holding them up to your frame to envision how each piece would look on you.
“Sug and I went shopping a couple of days ago, wanted to surprise you.” Trying to wipe the smirk on your face was no use with Mikey’s extensive knowledge of your micro facial expressions.
He scoffs, knowing immediately what you were trying to do. There’s no downplaying the fact that you and Mikey fuck on a more than regular basis, in various locations and times of day. The walk-in at the resto - which is probably one of Mikey’s favourite places to fuck you as he loves seeing your nipples get so hard from the cold - has seen more than just Carmy’s mommy-issue coded meltdowns.
“That right?” Mikey turned to look at you out of the corner of his eyes. A look of micheviousness was threaded into his crow’s feet, the wrinkles of wisdom - named by you - that surrounded the brown iris’ which bore into you. You clearly had an idea in that naughty brain of yours and you know it will be met well by him; oftentimes, it was Mikey who was trying to catch up with your libido, not the other way around.
“Here, lemme try this one, it’s one of my favourites.” You held out a hanger which held a white with blue florals milkmaid dress, prompting Mikey to hold it out in front of him.
Mikey inspected the dress, attempting to envision it hugging your curves, cupping your breasts. Getting so lost in his imagination, he realized a second too late that you were undressing yourself, revealing a white lacy push-up bra with matching panties. Motioning with your hands for Mikey to hand you the dress, his eyes were running you up and down, an electric bolt immediately rushing to form his erection.
“Can I have the dress please” you giggled, reaching towards him to start removing the fabric from where it was held. “Hey, hey” Mikey moved the dress away from your grasp, throwing it on the bed to free his hands. “When did you get this?!” Hooking a finger in your panties and rubbing a calloused thumb over your hip bone, he cherished the figure of the woman he loved.
“In an effort to not ruin this moment, let’s say Sug and I split up in Victoria Secret…” As best friends, you couldn’t involve Sug in your sex life as much as she can you in hers, for obvious reasons.
Mikey was lasered focus, eye-fucking you mercilessly when something switched. “Try the dress on. Now.” Chuckling to yourself, you took the dress off the hanger, knowing your plan to bring out Mikey’s dominance was successful. And while you loved to call the shots - and, most of the time, bossed around all three of Mikey, Richie, and Carmy - you loved to be submissive equally as much; especially for a man as manly as Mikey.
Slipping in one leg at a time, you knew damn well time was of the essence if you planned to get to Donna’s on time. However, you preferred to not get bent over Mikey’s childhood desk in his childhood room with his entire family one level below, unwillingly in close proximity to your primal activities.
Adjusting the puffy sleeves to your liking and adjusting your boobs within the dress, you turned around to face the mirror, pivoting from side to side to see how your bum looked. Looking at Mikey through the mirror, you swore you could see the blood rush out of his face as he gulped.
“Cute right?” you held out your hand for him to take, knowing he’d ask you to give him a twirl, to which you obliged without hesitation.
“I want these to be clean so I can wear them when we get back.” You slid your panties off, flicking them off with one of your feet in Mikey’s direction just to immediately return to the bathroom to get ready.
Getting a rise out of Mikey was your favourite thing to do. While he was an expert at anything regarding your facial expressions, you were comparable in skill, noticing every twitch of his jaw and bob of his prominent Adam’s apple as you exponentially turned him on.
Out of the corner of your eye you could feel Mikey deciphering his next move. The pointy ends of your gold hoops slid into your pierced holes, making you question whether a different earring may work with your outfit better. Deep in thought, you didn’t notice Mikey behind you until he stood behind you, his cock growing stronger by the millisecond as it pressed into your ass, his large hand single-handedly wrapping around your throat as he gave a slight squeeze.
“I would be careful if I were you, doll” his whisper lingered next to your ear before he nibbles on the top of your ear, gently biting as he pulls away.
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I have come out of hiding with an imagine I’ve had brewing for quite some time… let me know if you’d like part 2! I’m not fulfilling requests at the moment but feel free to send in ideas for Mikey imagines :-)
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