whiny!quaritch who looks up at you eyes watery and mouth slightly open as you ride him.
whiny!quaritch whose ears are always twitching and pinning to his scalp (during sex obvii)
whiny!quaritch who while your blowing him, he bites down on his bottom lip so hard blood runs down his chin.
whiny!quaritch who complains about jake sully so much, you give his mouth something else to focus on.
whiny!quaritch who begs for it at the most diabolical times.
whiny!quaritch who got shut up real quick when you slapped him clean across the face after you ignored him multiple times.
whiny!quaritch who made a bunch of noise on the seadragon, even though everyone was in close proximity and could definitely hear.
whiny!quaritch who has a MASSIVE breeding kink, the idea of yours and his baby makes him wanna bust in you.
whiny!quaritch who got teased endlessly on a misson by spider, because he was walking by as you sat backward on miles’s cock, and spider has never been able to get the noises out of his head lmfaoo.
whiny!quaritch who grips your hips and breasts for dear life.
whiny!quaritch who nearly cries when you wont go faster, its agonising for the poor man.
Warnings: Oral sex, nipple play, cheating, you're Williams fiance but show greater interest in his brother, Sex, dead bodies, gore, language, whiny Victor, mommy issues, victor is basically submissive??? Not really but SUPER whiny.
First post, don't be shy to correct me on some parts :)
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The morning air was a familiar scent, the sun illuminating a certain dark, cold palace.
"You must stay here, creature."
A voice spoke aloud, a set of chains rattling with each movement. "Victor..." The voice sounded rather distant from a humans. Victor's smile broke as he onced admired his piece of work—the success of bringing a human back alive was enough pleasure for him as he chained the creatures hands.
But that pleasure didn't last long as Victor was angered by its stupidity. The only word that left the creatures mouth was his own name.
"Victor.."
"Victor."
"Victor."
Victor walked around in fury as he picked a boot up, "Can you say boot?"
The creature only whispered his name as Victor threw the boot down and screamed words.
As he walked closer, he yelled at the creature once more before the knocking on the door ricochet off the walls and into the ear drums of Victor's; he gazed at the creature before glancing at the
exit. He didn't mutter another word, the air was filled with silence before leaving the room.
Victor glanced out the window, seeing the familiar face of Y/n and his brother, William.
"Shit..." Victor muttered under his breath as his conscious reminded him of the death of Y/ns uncle.
He sighed before opening the door. "Y/n! William! Come, you should see what I did, my notes—come, come now!"
His tone was ecstatic as Y/n tilted her head in curious. Victor grabbed Y/ns arm, bringing her forward as he wanted to show her his work. "Victor, wait. Where's my uncle?"
He stood dead in his tracks, his heart pumping against his ribcage. "He's gone, but he'll be back in three days."
Y/n wanted to believe him, but couldn't. The main reason she came was to see how her uncle was doing—and also to see Victor again.
A deep warmth clung to her heart as she looked towards William; a sudden feeling of guilty overcame her as she noticed a spark of tension in the atmosphere, and the disappointment on Williams face.
"Why don't you come see what I did?" Victor let go of Y/n as he brought William in. The two guys went upstairs as Victor had the behavior of a child who created something for their parents.
Y/n watched in admiration as she watched Victor's every move up the stairs, his neck length hair bouncing with each jump up the stairs.
He looked back, towards Y/n, giving her a slight smirk as William noticed.
The men were out of sight as Y/n stood there awkwardly, replaying the moment of Victor giving her a smirk. It felt so wrong, but yet it felt so right considering the fact that William has been so distant—it seemed he had no time for her; No time to talk to her, hug her, kiss her, or even satisfy her.
She only had silence from him. She wondered if he was as guilty as her, maybe he too was sinning, lusting for another woman.
"Victor.."
Y/n turned her head towards the room where the voice came from. She swallowed, taking small steps as she reached the room filled with water.
Y/n turned her head, taking in detail of the place before noticing a creature ahead of her. Her eyes widen as it noticed her; the creature left his spot on the windowsill.
Y/n sauntered towards him, her demeanor held calmness and no sign of wanting to hurt the creature.
The creature seemed at ease as he slowly reached his arm out; his cold hand touched her face as she smiled.
The two stood in silence for a good while as Y/n kept taking in even more details of him, notcing scars and how blood seemed to slowly drip down his body.
"So I see you have found my creation." Victor stood not too far behind them as he smiled. Y/n jumped as she relaxed at the familiar voice.
"Victor you scared me."
Y/n said with a light chuckle as Victor smiled in awe. "This, is my new creation. With the help of your uncle i was able to make this. Great healing it has."
Victor explained more, filling Y/ns head with information as he touched the creatures body to show off more parts.
As the sun was chased away by the moon, it cast a gentle glow onto the earth. Y/n was in a room, laid out on the bed in a white night gown. Her mind filled with dirty thoughts, pure lust filled her heart as she felt guilty. William was laying beside her as she sat up.
Y/n looked over to William as she lowered her head, feeling a sense of culpability.
Y/n slowly got off the bed, trying to stay silent to not wake William up. The floor creaked beneath her as she opened the door, shutting it.
She looked around before going downstairs—she wanted to see the creature again, he fascinated her.
Y/n smiled at the creature as she set her candle down while the creature watched her every movement.
"Hi."
She whispered, the creature tilted his head.
"Hi.."
He said back after struggling a bit. Y/n was surprised as her smiled widened. "Can you say my name? Y/n. Y/n."
Y/n brought the creatures fingers towards her throat to feel the movement after each word. "Feel how my throat makes sounds?"
"Y/n."
She repeated as the creature was silent. Y/n brought his hand down as she just gave him a gentle smile. "I must go now. Goodbye."
Y/n sat up again as she walked out—the creature felt a warmth as he whispered her name.
Y/n walked past Victor unknowingly. "You shouldn't trust it."
Victor spoke coldly as he sat on a chair, a green robe around his body that exposed his chest and stomach.
"It?"
Y/n let out a chuckle as Victor leaned forward. "Yes, it. It's dangerous."
Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned her head. "HE doesn't seem dangerous; he just seems misunderstood. He may seem odd on the outside, but his actions show pure innocence."
Victor raised an eyebrow as he stood up, walking towards Y/n as he towered over her. "Pure? Innocence? You seem to not understand its true nature: it attacks, hurts, and disobeys. I should know how he is, i created him."
Y/n looked up at Victor before looking down to his exposed body. Only his pants covered the rest of him. Y/n could only scrunch her eyebrows.
"If you created him, why did you make him out to be evil? His intentions show no signs of nefarious purposes. He just seems tensed, like he needs to understand something more."
Victor tilted his head, humming as his fingers gripped Y/ns chin. "Tensed? Are you describing the creature or yourself? Do those words that fall from your mouth speak of the creature? Or does the utterance of your deep emotions depict you?"
Y/n widened her eyes as Victor could see right through her. "How...How did you know?"
Y/n choked on her words she whispered it. "Your body language explains it all. Why don't we go to my room and you can explain it all to me. Tell me every deep emotion that you feel, I can listen to anything you say."
Victor's hand lowered to his side as he grabbed her hand, walking up the stairs. He shifted the conversation to get over talking about the creature. He didn't like the fact that Y/ns attention was on the creature and not him.
Sure he was excited at first, but now that Y/n sees his creation as pure, it exasperated him.
Y/n stopped in her tracks. "This doesn't feel right."
Victor looked back. "What doesn't feel right?"
"Going into my finances brothers room while he is 5 feet away."
Victor tilted his head. "It's like seeking an answer to a longing question that needs to be answered. Let me answer those questions that you desperately seek; you shouldn't worry for my brother like he doesn't credence the relationship between you two."
Y/n bit her lip as she sighed.
The two entered Victor's room as he pat his bed. Y/n hesitated before sitting down as He sat in a chair in front of her. "Tell me, Y/n. What is distubring you to the point of being so visibly tensed?"
He crossed his legs as he leaned back. "It's my fiance, your brother. He has been so distant. He has no time for me. No time to pleasure me like he used to."
Y/n stopped after she realized what she has said. "I'm sorry, I don't think I should've said that."
"No, no... No apologies should be said, continue on..."
Y/n looked up as she began fidgeting with her night gown. "And I think it has to do with my sister, Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth, hm?"
Victor spoke like he knew who she was, like that name was already familiar on his tongue. "You know.. her?"
"Ah, yes I do. We share a few things in common..."
Y/n felt jealous as she looked away. "And I too have been... Lusting. I've been thinking of another man and the guilt eats me alive."
Victor uncrossed his legs as he sat up. "Who is this man that you speak of?"
Silence filled the room as Y/n finally looked at Victor, his brown eyes connecting with her e/c Eyes.
"It's..."
Victor raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he waited for a name: Hoping it was him, his own name that he so desperately wanted to hear.
"It's his brother. You. It's you, Victor. I feel guilty enough, so why I'll just admit it while I'm already talking to you."
Victor felt his heart skip a beat as he longed to hear those words fall from her mouth. Y/n closed her eyes as she looked down, clenching her nightgown in embarrassment.
"Y/n."
She opened her eyes; Victor was close to her, their noses almost touched.
"There's no need to feel guilt. If William is leaving no time to spare for you, then maybe it isnt right to be with him. Especially if he is close with your dear sister."
Victor went on as he softly touched Y/ns face. "But Y/n."
"Yes...?"
Y/n felt her cheeks heat up as all the dirty thoughts she had earlier troubled her mind again. "I longed to hear those words fall from your pretty mouth. I knew we felt the same ever since the last time we were together."
Victor went on as he gentle pushed Y/n onto her back as he got on top of her. Y/n felt her heart beat fast as she touched Victor's cheek with her hand.
"So please, Y/n. Let me pleasure you in a way my brother has never. Let me show you what you're truly missing. You don't have to chase after what you've been needing after we're done."
Y/n couldn't whisper anything as she just stared, moving a piece of Victor's hair out of his face.
"What do you say, Y/n? Let me guide you to another pleasure you never knew existed. Please, I would do anything to show you another feeling...Please..."
Victor whispered in a subtle moany voice as he leaned down to kissed her cheek, then her neck. Y/ns throat was clenched by something that refused to let her speak. Now that she's in the moment she always wished for, she felt like a doll that couldn't move.
"Yes. Please, Victor. I've felt so alone for weeks, and yet you're the only one who brings me an unfamiliar warmth."
She finally spoke as Victor moaned in reply due to the pure exhilaration he felt.
Y/n opened her legs more as Victor moved his waist to be in-between her legs and closer to the heat in between her thighs. His erection pulsed in need as it pressed against her clothed wet, needy clit.
Y/n moaned quietly as Victor moved his waist, pushing into her so that she could feel how hard he was for her.
"Do you feel that? Do you feel how bad I need you? There's not a single day that goes by that i don't think about you..." Victor whispered in her ear before biting her neck, leaving faint marks as he kissed her flesh. "Mm, I do...Victor."
Victor continued to grind against Y/n as she too, moved along with his movement. She wanted to feel him more, but she couldn't when cloth was separating them.
"Victor, I need you so bad..."
She whispered as she gripped his green robe, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring him in closer to feel his need.
"I know, dear. I know. For so long I needed you. Ever since the day I met you along side with William, I felt jealousy. How does my brother get to stand beside a lady like you...?"
Victor whispered back, kissing Y/n as he touched her breast over her nightgown.
Squeezing it, he kissed harder, hurting Y/n with his teeth in desperation. Y/n whimpered in slight pain as she grinded against his hard cock.
Their tongues danced together as their bodies become hotter. Victor left Y/ns lips as he was breathing heavily.
"Fuck..." Victor groaned as he moved his hips faster.
"Wait.."
Y/n suddenly spoke as Victor stopped. She slid the strap of her nightgown down, exposing her breast as Victor watched in surprised.
"Take your clothes off too."
Victor didn't hesitate as he threw his green robe on the ground. He got off of her as he took his pants off, still watching Y/n who took her night gown off.
She was in nothing but her panties, which were damp. Victor licked his lips as he fell down to his knees, Y/n gazing down at him in just his underwear.
His bulge was enough to say how desperate he was. "What are you doing?"
Y/n asked as Victor looked up at her. "Don't worry, please lay back and relax..."
Y/n nodded her head as she leaned back down. Victor touched her panties with his shaking hands, slowly but surely pulling them down as her clit was in view.
Victor pulled her panties off her legs, throwing them in the pile where his clothes were.
He placed his hands on both her thighs as Y/n shivered. Victor leaned forward, licking her clit as Y/n moaned.
He gave kitten licks before attaching his whole mouth onto her vagina, sucking in her clit and juices.
"Victor.."
Y/n moaned as her hand was placed on the top of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
"Don't stop, please."
Victor showed no signs of stopping as he continued to suck her dry, licking sometimes before putting a finger in her tight hole.
Y/n threw her head back as Victor began fingering her heat. It felt too much, but still felt like his mouth was adept. He was a messy eater, which showed his desperation.
Victor picked up his pace until she moaned out as an orgasm overcame her.
"You're a good worker, Victor. It feels like you've done this before."
Victor smiled as he stood up to look down at Y/n who sighed. She looked back at him as he fondled with his underwear.
She watched him take it off as his erect cock stood.
It was 7 inches, circumised, and he had a bit of pubes.
Y/n felt her mouth water, her own body feeling need, another kind of ecstasy
"Feel it..."
Victor moaned out as Y/n slowly sat up, wrapping her hands around his erect cock. It felt like a hard item covered with cushion fabric.
She continued to pump his cock until pre-cum leaked from the tip, wet and drippy as it settled on her hand. She smirked as Victor was gripping the bedsheets, moaning out her name in pure desperation and gratification.
"Come on, Victor. Show me how badly you need me, show what you're cable of doing, love."
Victor looked up with docile eyes as he closed the gap between them.
Victor grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her folds as she bit her llip.
"Please Victor, please show me another kind of love. Please give me your cock."
Y/n begged as she held eye contact with Victor who groaned.
Victor used his fingers to get some of the remaining juices out of Y/ns hole to lubricate his hard cock.
He stroked it once more before sliding it in. Y/n gasped as she kept her mouth open. Victor groaned as his forehead pressed against her shoulder. "Fuck, Y/n... Hah..."
Victor moaned as he slowly moved in and out of her. "So tight, and so warm. Like you were only meant for me."
Victor praised her as he kissed her shoulder down to her breast. He kissed her left breast before attaching his mouth onto her nipple. "V..victor!"
Y/n stuttered as she moaned, throwing her head back once more as she felt immense pleasure. Victor continued to suck her nipple as he placed his hand on her waist, squeezing it.
When Victor left her breast alone, his lips attacked hers as his cock slid in and out of her vagina.
Y/n kissed back harshly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him as she clawed at his back.
Victor fastened his pace as he pounded into her profusely, chasing his orgasm as he let go of her lips, groaning.
"You're so gorgeous, Y/n. Fuck, you grip me so well... I'm going to cum.."
Victor warned as he sucked her neck, leaving a mark. "Cum in me, please. I'm going to cum too.."
Y/n asked as she moaned, the bed creaking.
The sound of fleshing clapping against each other and moaning filled the room. Victor pulled his cock out of Y/ns vagina before pushing it back in deeper, groaning while cumming inside her as his warm, salty cum filled her vagina.
The two were breathing heavily as they reached their high. "You're so amazing, Victor. You're a professional..."
Y/n softly said as she rubbed Victor's face with her head as he leaned into it, his chest going up and down.
"Shit!"
Y/n immediately woke up as she hurried to get her clothes on. Victor was already gone, probably with the creature.
She hurried out the room and into the room she shared with William; William was already up, reading a book in a chair.
"Where were you?"
William asked like he already knew the answer.
Y/n swallowed her guilt as she spoke softly. "I was downstairs with Victor examining his new creation."
"The entire night? Were you with Victor?"
Y/n stopped in her tracks as she bit her lip hard. "No, i was just downstairs getting water. You must not skip to ideas like that, it makes me think you don't trust me."
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Couldn't find any whiny or submissive Victor fanfics so I took the matter into my own hands. I hope you enjoyed and don't be afraid to criticize my work ;)
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A/N: As I often do when writing Mikey, I got a little carried away with the buildup and accidentally made this like 3k words long. Oops! (I'm not even a little sorry)
Summary: After cutting out on a date to go help Leff despite having promised you a full night of his attention, you're left feeling hurt and abandoned. Mikey comes crawling back in the middle of the night, begging for forgiveness.
Warning: Begging, Oral Fem!Receiving unprotected P in V, Angst.
The two of you were at the bar, on a much-needed date after weeks of Mike running all over the place for Leff, leaving you feeling neglected and then huffy whenever he did manage to sneak away for long enough to see you, never for more than a few hours at a time.
You were having a great time and had been all over eachother for most of the night, enjoying your time together, when his phone started going off.
He ignored it the first three times it rang, but then the texts started and didn’t stop.
You groaned when he finally picked it up and looked at the screen, immediately deflating.
“Baby, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go,” Mike muttered, looking up at you with a grimace.
“You can’t just tell him to leave you alone?” You whined, wrapping yourself around his arm when he shook his head apologetically. “Mikeyyyy, please? You promised me you wouldn’t run off tonight?”
“I have to,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, Angel. I really am. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“This was supposed to be you making up for it,” you scoffed sadly, letting go of him so you could grab your coat. “He only treats you like this cause you let him, you know.”
“That’s not fair, he’s family-” He started, following you towards the door with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off, stepping out into the cool night air without turning back to look at him. “I get it, Mike. He’s family. I’m not.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He rushed after you, grabbing at your wrist before you could storm off. “Please, baby. You can’t be mad at me for this. It’s work stuff.”
“I’m not mad.” You looked up at him finally, your eyes full of hurt, as you shrugged him off. “I’m just upset that my boyfriend can't clear a single night in his busy schedule to spend time with me.”
“Angel-” He frowned, chest aching from the look on your face.
“Whatever,” you muttered, pulling your jacket around you tighter as you turned to start walking home. “I guess I’ll see you when you have time for me, or something.”
Mike groaned in frustration when his phone started ringing again.
“What?” He spat into the receiver, barely listening to Leff's angry shouting. “Yeah, fuck you too asshole! I’m coming. Just give me a fucking minute.”
He ended the call and slunk after you, leaving enough distance between the two of you to keep you in sight but leave you alone at the same time. He just had to make sure you got home okay.
He could see you angrily swiping at your cheeks every few minutes and felt like dirt.
He’d made you cry.
He hated seeing you cry.
He was the worst fucking boyfriend on earth.
You deserved better, but fuck. He loved you. He loved you more than he’d ever loved anything in his entire life and he kept fucking it up.
You shuffled up the stairs and into your apartment without looking over your shoulder at him, even though you knew he’d followed you.
It only made you feel worse, really.
He could be so fucking sweet sometimes. Most of the time, really, but what did it matter if he never made time to see you? If you never got to appreciate the sweet things he did, since you were always too busy soaking up whatever scraps of his attention he was able to give you.
You’d fucked maybe twice in the last two weeks and both times had been relatively quick, in between errands for Leff.
You’d been so excited to go out with him and had spent hours getting ready just for him to cut out half way through.
It made you feel cheap and unwanted.
It wasn’t until hours later that Mike was cut loose, only a hundred dollars richer than he’d been when he’d skipped out on your date.
The pitiful payout only made him feel worse.
He’d wasted time he could’ve spent with you for a hundred dollars and had nothing more to show for it. He couldn’t take care of you with that kind of money. Couldn’t be the man you needed him to be, or buy you much more than a nice bunch of flowers on his way to go beg for your forgiveness.
It was three in the morning, and despite knowing you’d be asleep, Mike made his way across town to your apartment anyway and let himself in with the key you’d given him.
A clear sign of trust when he couldn’t even give you his time, and here he was, letting himself in when he was pretty sure you didn’t want him there.
You woke with a start to the sound of dishes clanging around in the kitchen and shot up in bed, wide-eyed and breathing heavily.
You glanced over at your alarm clock and blinked at it.
The sound of the sink being turned on pulled you out of bed.
You were pretty confident that it was Mike out there and not a burglar grabbing themselves a glass of water. You padded out into the hall and stood in the kitchen doorway for a moment watching him stumble around in the dark before flicking the lightswitch on.
Mike froze, eyes darting over to your unamused face and defensive posture.
“Can I help you?” Your voice was raspy, still thick with sleep. “I didn’t give you a key so you could break in and make a mess of the kitchen at this hour, you know.”
“I was just-” He gestured wildly to the flowers and the vase he was obviously trying to put them in before deflating. “I’m sorry.”
You eyed the nice arrangement of flowers, clocking that he had actually picked ones you liked, and not just whatever premade bouquet they were selling at the nearest bodega.
“Whatcha got there?” There was no hiding the interest in your tone.
It flooded him with hope that he could salvage this mess.
“They’re for you!” He rushed to hold them up so you could see them better. “They weren’t easy to find at this hour, but I got your favourites.”
“Hmm.” You hummed, gnawing on your bottom lip for a moment, contemplating. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He questioned, slumping over in premature relief, “Okay, what?”
“Okay, you can finish putting them in the vase.” You nodded decisively before turning on your heel and disappearing down the hall and into your bedroom.
Mike sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face roughly in frustration.
He’d ruined everything.
Leff was right. Who was he kidding?
Everything he touched went to shit. He was kidding himself to think that he could keep someone as wonderful as you happy.
By the time he finished arranging the flowers in the vase, trying to come up with some way to fix it. To convince you to give him another chance, even though he didn’t deserve it, Mike was shaking.
He glanced down the hallway and took note of the soft glow of a light on in your room, spilling out from under the door.
It seemed to him like an invitation, so he prayed to every god out there and took it as one.
You watched the door swing open slowly from the bed, propped up against the headboard, and watched Mike shuffle in, staring at the floor.
When he finally looked up at you, his eyes bulged and his lips parted in shock.
You were lounging in bed wearing nothing but a matching lacy red lingerie set.
His favourite.
Mike’s eyes raked up your body slowly, settling on the amused little smirk on your face.
Oh fuck.
He was lucky.
So, so, fucking lucky.
You were obviously willing to let him work for your forgiveness, and he planned on doing all he could to make it count.
“Oh, Angel.” He breathed, staggering to the end of the bed to kneel on the floor. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Why are you thanking me, Mikey?” You asked, sounding as angelic as you looked.
“For not throwing me out.” his fingers dug into the sheets, desperate to touch you. “And for letting me make it up to you.”
“I’m letting you try,” you corrected. “I still might throw you out. I haven’t decided yet.”
“I can do it,” he muttered, looking desperate as he reached out to brush his fingers over the top of your foot, testing the waters to see if you’d let him touch you.
He squeezed his eyes shut in relief when you did.
“I’m gonna make it up to you.” His voice was shaky, but determined. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I swear.”
“Yeah?” You raised a brow, melting into the pillows. “How’re you gonna do that? Huh?”
He scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket and made a show out of turning it off, showing you before hurling it out into the hall.
You let out a startled laugh.
“No interruptions.” He looked up at you.
“You know, I could always make myself feel good.” You pulled your foot out of his grasp and let your legs fall open, “Like I’ve been doing all alone lately while you’ve been out doing whatever it is you do out there.”
His mouth filled with drool when you slipped your hand down the front of your panties, and your head fell back as a blissful moan left your throat.
“I even got myself a little friend.” You panted, reaching into the nightstand with your free hand. “That’s how bad I’ve missed you.”
“A friend?” The words were barely audible.
“Mhmm,” You hummed, pulling out a small device, shaking with anticipation.
“Take your clothes off.” You told him without looking away from the toy.
He rushed to comply, shedding his layers and tossing them over his shoulder while watching, mesmerized as it joined your hand under your panties and a soft buzzing sound filled the air, closely followed by a low whine from deep in your throat.
Mike cursed under his breath, returning to his place at the foot of the bed and draping his upper body over the mattress, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on behind the sheer fabric.
You weren’t even looking at him, too busy focusing on the vibrations coursing through your clit while you sunk a finger into your dripping hole.
“Let me help, Angel.” He breathed, but it came out whiny as his hips jutted forward, grinding his cock against the side of the mattress.
“I don’t think I need your help.” You moaned, pumping your finger into yourself slowly.
“Please?” Mike’s voice was strained. “I can make you feel better, I swear.”
“You think you can do better?” You asked him, slowing your movements.
“I know I can.” He nodded frantically. “Please, baby. Let me touch you. I’ll do so good.”
You contemplated for a moment before glancing over at the clock.
“If you make me cum in under two minutes, you can stay.” You told him, “That sound fair?”
“I only need one,” he muttered, lunging forward to crawl up the bed and get your panties off. “Thank you, Angel. Thank you, thank you-” he cut himself off by diving face first in between your thighs.
You gasped and immediately, your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the roots as your head fell back in bliss.
He was eating you out like a man starved.
It was a little sloppy and frantic, but fuck. He sure knew what you liked.
He was pulling out all the stops, too. Teasing your hole with a finger, letting his teeth brush up against your clit every so often and when he felt you starting to come undone, he slammed a finger into you and started pistoning it in and out of your cunt in time with his tongue’s movements until you were crying out and convulsing beneath him.
He was right.
He only needed the one minute.
And he didn’t stop once you’d ridden out your high.
“Fuck,” He whined into your folds, grinding his cock into the mattress, desperate for friction “Taste so fucking good, Angel. Let me keep showing you how sorry I am. Please?”
“Mikey,” You whimpered, writhing on the bed. “Be gentle, I’m sensitive.”
“From using your little friend?” He pulled back slightly to glance over at the still-buzzing device with disdain. “Hmm?”
You nodded, propping yourself to look at him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“You don’t need it anymore.” he met your gaze, trying to sound firm, but his eyes were full of insecurity. “You’ve got me.”
“If you keep showing up for me, I won’t have to use it.” You told him seriously, still breathing heavily with a fist full of his hair, “I know you can take care of me, baby. You just need to be here to do it.”
“I will be,” He promised, gripping your hips tightly, as if you’d get up and leave. “You’re the best thing I’ve got, Angel. Best thing I've ever had. I don’t wanna lose you, ever.”
“Then don’t.” There was something challenging in your gaze. “Put in the work and stop ditching your girlfriend if you want to keep her.”
He had this kicked puppy look on his face as he nodded, and it was pulling at your heartstrings.
“Okay,” You sighed, using the grip you had on his hair to guide him back between your legs.
Mike sighed in relief and went back to eating you out, just as eagerly as he had before.
Immediately, your eyes snapped shut, and your head fell back. A low groan tore it’s way out of your throat when he started tonguing your hole, nudging your clit with the tip of his nose.
He kept whimpering and whining into your cunt, bucking his hips into the mattress, desperately wanting to fuck you but well aware that he didn’t deserve to and wouldn’t until you told him he could.
He was so hard that it hurt.
You were quickly chasing your second orgasm of the night, squirming while he kept your hips pinned in place. Mewling and crying with increasing frequency.
“Mikey,” You panted “Shit Baby, right there. Don’t fucking stop, please.”
He would never stop when you were about to cum, you knew it as well as he did but you were struggling more and more not to beg him to fuck you and needed to stroke his ego a little.
His name was falling from your lips like a prayer as you approached your peak, and when you finally did come crashing over the edge, Mike eagerly lapped up the slick leaking out of your pulsating hole.
“C’mere.” You muttered breathlessly, pulling his face up to yours so you could share a messy kiss. He happily scrambled to lie next to you and cradled your face in his big, warm hands.
You could feel his rock-hard length pressing into your hip as he whimpered into your mouth. You swallowed the sound and decided to take pity on him and reward yourself for putting your foot down with him.
“I need you to fuck me.” You whined, pulling back slightly to look at him.
His breath hitched in his throat.
“Really?” he sounded like he was waiting for you to tell him that it was just a cruel joke. “Can I?”
“Need to feel you.” You nodded, draping one of your legs over his hip to give him easy access.
You both shuddered when his tip grazed your glistening cunt.
“Oh, thank you,” he breathed, lining himself up with your entrance before pressing forward and groaning loudly “Shit, Thank you Angel.”
You inhaled sharply when he suddenly slipped in to the hilt, just completely unable to control himself. He was so beyond desperate that he couldn’t go slow even if he wanted to.
Your nails dug into his biceps, and you buried your face in his neck, gasping and moaning softly as he rutted into you with long, deep strokes.
“I love you.” He muttered, slowing down a little bit once he realised how rough he was being with you “So fucking much.”
“I love you too, Mikey.” You pressed your lips to the bottom of his jaw before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. “We’re gonna be okay,”
“Yeah?” He whimpered
“Yeah.” You nodded, rolling him onto his back, still buried inside you, so you could be on top.
You rocked your hips back and forth and his hands immediately landed on them, guiding your movements while he stared at your still-clothed tits.
Your bra was keeping them from bouncing too much, but fuck, they looked good under that red lace.
Your head fell back in bliss as you rode him. Your clit was draging against the base of his cock every time you shifted and it was very quickly building you up to orgasm number three, which Mike seemed to pick up on immediately.
He flipped you over suddenly and started slamming into you at a brutal pace so you could cum together.
“Come on, Angel.” He panted in between thrusts, breathing raggedly into the crook of your neck “That’s it, cum with me.”
You could feel his pace getting sloppy, but before you could focus on it too much, you were suddenly climaxing. You cried out, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as he let out a string of curse words, rambling into your skin about how much he loved you while he pumped you full of cum.
He eventually slowed to a stop and rolled you on top of him so he could go slack without slipping out of your still-pulsating cunt. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, clutching you to his chest while you both came down from your highs.
“Do-” Mike breathed after you’d both gotten yourselves together. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, Mikey.” You sighed into his chest before propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “I don’t want you to leave, baby.”
“Are you sure?” he looked so uncertain, waiting for you to pull the rug out from under him now that the two of you were in a good place. It felt too good to be true.
“Yeah,” You frowned, pecking him on the lips. “Nobody’s going anywhere. Okay? We’re just gonna go to sleep.”
“Okay,” a little relieved smile tugged at his lips.
You moved to get off of him, but he just tightened his grip around you.
“Can we just sleep like this?” He asked softly, cheeks warming slightly, “I just need to feel close to you.”
“Yeah, baby.” You settled back on his chest happily, suddenly exhausted. “We can sleep like this.”
Mike reached over to your nightstand and flicked off the lamp before kissing the crown of your head softly.
“I love you,” he muttered.
“I love you too, Mikey.”
He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, until he was sure you were asleep, and silently thanked every god in the universe for your forgiveness before shutting his own eyes.
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