Summary: Snowed in and far from the lodge, Mike finally makes good on every filthy thought he’s had since the cable car together with you, fucking into the couch while his voice stays in your ear, low and relentless.
Tags: Day 17 ‘Dirty talk’. No use of Y/N. Male reader. Established relationship. Top mike. Bottom male reader. Dirty talk. Anal sex.
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇
Words count: 1500
The couch creaked under the rhythm Mike set, his body pressed down against you until you could feel every solid line of him trapping you in place, one arm braced above your head and the other gripping the cushion, cock sliding in and out of you in long, punishing thrusts, the slick stretch making your back arch with every slap of his hips against your ass, the sound of flesh smacking wetly echoing far too loud in the tiny cabin that was already sweltering from the hours of fucking you’d both wrung out of each other.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and thick with gravel, lips grazing your ear as his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, hot breath washing over your skin. “God, you feel so damn tight. You’re made to keep me in here, huh? Ya like me that much?” His hips snapped forward with a loud smack, forcing a moan out of you that made him chuckle under his breath, smug and feral all at once. “Yeah, that’s it. Moan for me. You sound so fucking good.”
Every stroke ground deeper, your chest sinking comfortably into the worn fabric of the couch cushions as his weight bore down, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside you until your thighs trembled. His dirty talk was constant, unrelenting, each word threading into the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
“Been wanting this since the damn cable car,” he muttered, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “You, squirming there beside me. Everyone else forgot what it’s like to party, and laugh it off like this place is a fucking vacation—” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that made you cry out.
He shifted slightly, angling his hips so the head of his cock pressed straight against your sweet spot, making your whole body jolt forward with each drive. “Oh, fuck yeah, I feel that—god, squeezing me like that. You’re not gonna last if I keep it right there, huh?” His voice dropped even deeper, practically a growl against your neck.
Your breath hitched with every brutal snap of his hips, the small cabin filled with the obscene chorus of wet thrusts, skin slapping and the muffled groans you tried to bury into the cushions. Mike didn’t let you hide, tilting his head just enough to nip at your jawline, keeping you pinned as his rhythm grew faster, harder and more desperate. Sweat dripped down his temple onto your skin, mixing with the heat radiating off your bodies.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect like this,” he rasped, voice catching as his thrusts faltered for a moment before slamming back in with renewed force. “Pinned down, taking me so deep. You like being mine like this, don’t ya?” He shoved in hard, grinding his hips against your ass to make sure you felt every thick inch inside you.
Words tumbled out of you between gasps and whimpers and Mike rewarded you with a rough groan that vibrated straight against your ear as he buried himself deeper, relentless in dragging every ounce of sensation out of your body. His hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back against every thrust so the sounds of your bodies colliding grew wetter, sharper, filthier.
“Shit—I could fuck you like this forever,” he breathed, hips slamming into you faster now, losing that careful edge of control as his thrusts grew sloppy and brutal.
“Goddamn, I don’t even care if the whole mountain hears you screaming for me.” The pace built until the couch itself was groaning under the assault, your body pressed into the cushions as Mike gave in to the raw need in every movement.
With a strangled growl he pulled free at the last second, his cock dragging slick from your body as he flipped you onto your back, chest heaving and eyes wild as they raked over your flushed face and the mess he’d made of you.
“Fuck,” he said, voice husky, thumb brushing your cheek as his other hand fisted his cock, pumping hard as he loomed over you. “I need to see your face while I wreck you.”
Mike’s body hovered over you, sweat shining on his skin, cock still swollen, glistening with the slick he’d left inside you. His other hand slid down with shocking tenderness, fingers curling around your cock, stroking you in a mirror rhythm that matched the steady pull of his own hand.
The contrast was dizzying, his grip on himself tight and rough, every drag of his fist making his jaw tense, while on you he was almost reverent, knuckles brushing softly against your stomach as he stroked you with a teasing steadiness that made your breath catch.
His head dipped closer until his lips brushed your temple, the husky warmth of his breath pouring straight into your ear as he gave a firmer pump to your cock, thumb smearing pre-come over the tip before rolling it slowly, watching the way your lips parted in a desperate moan.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he muttered, a grin curling the edge of his mouth, cock jerking hard in his own fist. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand.” His eyes stayed locked on yours, brown and burning, pupils blown wide with lust as he drank in every twitch of your expression. He leaned so close you could feel his lips moving against your cheek as he groaned.
With a guttural sound, Mike released himself and pressed his cock back to your entrance, slick enough that the head slid in with a slow, hungry push that had you gasping. He hooked your legs up over his waist, locking you into place as he sank in to the hilt with a shuddering groan. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” he gritted out, forehead pressing against yours as his hips ground forward.
Then he started to move again, pulling back and slamming in with a rhythm that shook the couch, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, grip on your thighs tightened as he fucked you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist anchoring him even closer. The sound of skin smacking echoed sharp in the hot, confined air, mingling with your desperate moans and his growled curses.
“Look at me,” Mike rasped, one hand cradling the side of your face even as his hips drove mercilessly into you, cock pistoned in and out, each stroke hitting deep enough to make your toes curl and your back arch off the couch.
He smirked at the way you writhed, voice dripping with lust as he kept talking you through it. “That’s it, fuck yeah, take it all. You’re so tight, making me lose my goddamn mind.”
Sweat dripped down his chest onto yours, his body pressed flush as his rhythm grew faster, harder, his hips slamming against you with wet, obscene sounds that filled the cabin. He angled his thrusts with precision, dragging across your sweet spot again and again until you were clawing at his shoulders, your voice breaking into breathless cries.
Mike groaned, burying his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with everything he had left. Your body tensed and you spilled hot against his abdomen, painting his skin as he groaned your name into your ear. A second later he shoved in deep with a desperate thrust, his cock throbbing hard as he came inside you, warmth flooding deep as his hips jerked through the waves of release.
He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against yours as he rode it out, whispering broken curses and praises into your skin, hips giving tiny aftershocks before finally stilling. His hand smoothed over your thigh, gaze dragging down to where your cum streaked across him and his seed still leaked inside you.
“Guess we’re not leaving this cabin any time soon,” he murmured and his smile tilted into that cocky, boyish grin you knew so well.
PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader
WARNINGS: teasing, no use of y/n, touching
GENRE: fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: meddle about by chase atlantic
WORD COUNT: 1k
NOTE: ghostface!josh coming soon . . .
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josh always had to be touching you. it was something you noticed early on in your friendship, but it had grown more noticeable over time. a casual brush of his fingers across your waist when he walked by, how his hand would find yours when no one was looking.
at first, you didn’t think much of it, it was just josh, always needing someone close.
but now? now it felt like more.
tonight, the group had gathered in the theater room of the lodge for what was supposed to be a relaxing evening after a long day of hiking.
the lights were dim and you were sprawled out on the large sectional with everyone, blankets thrown over legs, as a movie played on the tv. josh, predictably, had taken his usual place next to you. his thigh pressed against yours under the blanket, his hand resting on your knee like always.
it wasn’t like he was doing anything that anyone else would notice, it was subtle, almost innocent. but you felt it. the warmth of his hand on your leg sent tingles up your spine and it was almost impossible to ignore the way your heart beat just a little faster when he touched you.
"you two are practically glued together," emily teased from across the couch, smirking as she sipped her drink. "it’s cute. you can’t stand to be apart for five seconds?"
josh, unfazed as ever, grinned. “what can i say? i’m a hands on kind of guy.”
you rolled your eyes, chuckling softly, but the way his fingers squeezed your knee for just a second sent a jolt through you. he wasn’t letting go, not even when everyone else joined in on the teasing.
ashley leaned over the back of the couch, an exaggerated look of pity on her face. "i mean, it’s cute and all, but how do you breathe? he’s always touching you.”
josh shrugged, still looking completely comfortable. “she doesn’t seem to mind.” his voice was playful, but was also an edge of seriousness beneath it.
you glanced over at him, your pulse quickening. no you didn’t mind. in fact, you had grown to expect it, maybe even craved it. his presence, his touch. it had a calming effect on you, even if it was doing the opposite to your emotions now.
your friends had been teasing about this for weeks and you weren’t sure how to explain the connection without sounding ridiculous.
"she knows that i'm just that good at making sure she’s comfortable," josh said with a quick grin. "it’s kinda my thing."
emily laughed. “at this point, i wouldn’t be surprised if you two woke up spooning!”
you felt the blush rising to your cheeks as you shoved josh lightly, but his hand slid down your leg, brushing the inside of your thigh, lingering just a second too long before pulling away. you froze, the sensation sending a wave of warmth through you.
he shot you a quick look, eyes twinkling with amusement, but there was something else behind them.
before you could respond, chris called out from the other side of the couch. “what? it’s just a little friendly affection, right?” he winked, clearly teasing.
“yep,” you agreed quickly, your voice coming out more breathless than intended. “totally. just friends.”
josh gave a low hum, leaning back and stretching his arm out along the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder. “if you say so,” he murmured softly, only for you to hear. the weight of his touch felt heavier now, his fingers grazing your skin.
as the movie droned on, your focus drifted away from the screen. your mind was entirely on josh, the way his body was so close to yours, the way his touch lingered. you found yourself leaning into him more without realising it, as if you were drawn to him just as much as he was to you.
the others had mostly gone back to watching the movie, though there were still occasional glances your way, always with that teasing edge but josh didn’t seem to care. his thumb traced slow circles on your shoulder now, his hand occasionally slipping down to brush your arm.
you turned your head slightly, looking up at him. he wasn’t even looking at the movie anymore. his focus was entirely on you.
“josh?” you whispered, keeping your voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.
“hmm?” his eyes flicked down to meet yours, his expression soft but with that familiar mischievous glint.
you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say what was on your mind. “why do you always…?” you trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without sounding too obvious.
he smiled, a knowing look crossing his face. “always what?”
“always… touch me,” you finished quietly, your pulse quickening at the vulnerability in your own words.
josh’s smile didn’t fade, but his gaze grew a little more serious. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper as his hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, cupping it gently. “it’s… comforting. you’re comforting.”
you stared at him, heart racing as the weight of his words sank in. there was more to it, you could feel it, more than just the comfort of touch. there was something between you that had always been there, quietly lingering beneath the surface.
“you don’t mind, do you?” his thumb brushed against your cheek now, the gentle motion sending a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.
you swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. “no,” you whispered. “i don’t mind.”
josh’s gaze flickered down to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, but then he leaned in just a little closer. “good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“because i don’t think i could stop even if i tried.”
