pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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🌙 synopsis: a spaceship patrols the galaxy, protecting it from monstrous threats. you and your partner, mike wheeler - a brilliant yet lazy jackass - are members of an elite special squad trained to handle the impossible. when your ship breaks down unexpectedly, you're forced to make an emergency landing on a nearest planet. you and mike set out to explore the terrain in search of help, only to stumble upon an abandoned building. what danger could be waiting for you there?
pairing: reader(afab) x tentacles ft. mike wheeler
genre: astronaut!au, smut, NSFW
warnings: dub-con(?), porn with plot, aged up!mike, tentacles, voyeurism, multiple penetration, nipple play, masturbation, overstimulation, very generic hentai trope
word count: 4k
a/n: all warnings are listed: don't like it - don't read it. rewritten and reuploaded from my other blog!
a large flashing sign "CONDITION: RED. EMERGENCY. CODE: 004" was stressing you out. the control panel in front of you was painfully familiar; you could have landed the ship with your eyes closed. but with the siren blasting relentlessly, red lights flooding the cabin, and controls beeping all at once, not a drop of calm remained in you.
"bad news." your partner's voice came from behind. mike wheeler stepped into the cabin and dropped into the second captain's seat beside you. "the asteroid broke through the bottom. we lost some supplies, and the ship is slowly falling apart, given the speed we are flying at. we need to land urgently and hope that there is at least some form of life."
"maybe it's better to fly back to the ISS?!" you looked at mike in panic. his hair was plastered to his damp forehead and chest heaved with rapid inhales, either from fear or from having climbed into the lower compartment by himself to check how severe the damage was.
"we won't make it. i'm telling you, the ship is coming apart. i just saw the outer shell tear off in pieces with my own eyes." he repeated nervously, turning back to the control panel. "we’re doing an emergency landing."
you nodded.
"if we make it," he added, and immediately laughed at the glare you shot him.
situations like this made you wish you'd been assigned a different partner. you hadn't spent years in special training just to end up hanging out in the middle of space with a jackass who would sell his soul for an extra ten minutes of sleep. still, it was hard to deny that mike wheeler was a genius in his field. he could fix what seemed impossible to save, and it amazed you every time. but more so, you were amazed at how this "genius" could be so reckless. arrogant, always convinced he knew everything. lazy and annoying, constantly ignoring safety basics, often had to be dragged out of dangerous situations.
his monotonous voice echoed in your ears. the siren had blended into the background noise, and all you could see through the windshield was the black emptiness of space in front of you.
you shuddered.
"fuck! the communication antennas must've been damaged in the collision. fucking asteroid!" mike punched the steering wheel and cursed one more time. he rarely expressed any emotions, moreover anger. so to see even a simple punch from him meant that he was panicking too.
"what are we going to do?" your voice trembled.
"land blind. according to the radar, there should be a planet in thirty minutes or so. we have to make it."
no extra conversations were made. staring into the windshield, you continued controlling the spaceship. the grip of the wheel was so hard, you knuckles began to ache.
“relax. we’re almost there.” mike tapped your arm lightly. you shook his hand off.
but he was right. the planet spotted on the radar was already visible to the naked eye. a saturated purple surface shimmered beneath the ozone layer. the clouds reminded you of the earth, but the bright unnatural color was alarming. you'd never seen such a vibrant shade of purple in nature.
landing began immediately, you couldn’t waste any more time figuring out if it’s the right decision. either you landed now, or you were flung into open space and died instantly.
emergency landing protocols kicked in. all buttons were pressed almost at a reflexive level as the ship tore through the atmosphere. the planet was unknown; this was confirmed by the alarm about a possible danger upon arrival. you felt a new wave of anxiety spreading through your body. what if there was no life here, and you were going to be stranded for decades with no communication, food and water?
no, you would just ask mike to kill you.
under the dashboard's frantic beeping, the ship slammed into the surface and tipped forward violently, sending you and mike flying from your seats and crashing into the windshield.
"fuck…" mike whispered, his cheeks imprinted against the glass. "we're not going anywhere anytime soon."
"stop it! we don't know where we are yet. maybe there's a civilization here too." you hissed, pushing yourself off the dashboard. it was no longer working anyway.
"where are you going?" mike called as you rushed toward the exit.
"to explore. i don't want to die here."
your hands were still shaking, but the determination to survive outweighed the fear.
the good thing was that you were both alive, and only got off with a couple of bruises from the fall. you didn't want to imagine what it would've been like to wake up alone beside a corpse.
the condition of the ship was terrible. you could smell the burning, and smoke slowly curled through the rooms. your whole cabin was upside down, but it only made you pack up faster. the backpack got filled with anything useful — from food to equipment, weapons and an oxygen tank, just in case.
you found mike outside, hovering over a torn section of the hull.
"are you coming?"
"i’ll stay here," he didn't even look at you, making you slowly lose your temper.
"i'm not going alone!" you protested. "we can't split up, especially now!"
"while you scout, i can inspect the damage and maybe fix something," mike shot back, frowning. "pull yourself together. you're a qualified special agent. you repeat this to me at every opportunity."
“damn it, wheeler!” you yelled. “we’ve never been here before! what if oxygen here is toxic?! what if something attacks you the second i leave?! what if-“
“fine-fine,” he sighed, rising to his feet. “if you want me to go with you that badly…”
“if we die, we die together.” you mocked and threw the second backpack in his direction.
“hey!” he scoffed and was about to argue, but you were already walking away. “wait for me, hey!”
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the purple landscapes did not end. at some point it began to feel like you were walking in circles, but the radar insisted otherwise — you were moving farther from the ship.
“we are just wasting time and resources,” mike hasn’t stopped whining behind you this whole time.
you were stubbornly stomping forward, ignoring him.
"i would have fixed everything by now instead of wandering around."
"shut up."
the climb up the hill was already exhausting, and mike's whining only fueled your irritation. you'd already started regretting bringing him along.
the last steps were difficult, but you still were the first to reach the top.
"look!" you exclaimed, pointing at a construction in the distance. it was so far away, that it looked like an imperceptible dot, but still easy to spot against the purple terrain.
"oh fuck!" mike said as he reached you and collapsed onto the ground, panting. “is there something?”
“looks like a building, but i can’t really tell from here.” you narrowed your eyes, trying to get a better look.
“so... we should go?” mike glanced at you pleadingly from below.
“you can stay here if you want.”
before he could respond, you jumped down the slope and slid toward the base.
“stop leaving without me!” he shouted at your back, scrambling after you.
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the beam of the flashlight illuminated the hallway. there was mold and vines crept along the walls and pieces of broken glass on the floor. pipes groaned overhead and water dripped somewhere deep within the structure. you shivered.
"if anyone lived here, they've been gone or dead for a long time." mike voiced an obvious thought.
you rolled your eyes.
"or maybe someone is here and needs help." you responded, mostly trying to reassure yourself rather than him. “c’mon.”
the crackle of glass under the soles of boots echoed through the building. you could hear your heart pounding as you turned at every sound, clenching a gun in your other hand.
“calm down! you’re stressing me out!” mike snapped.
“unlike you, i’m always prepared for danger,” you teased, thinking of all the times you'd saved his ass.
“whatever.”
the smell of dampness was filling your nostrils. it made you want to puke. the corridors did not end, and you felt like walking in circles again. at some point mike started dropping food scraps on the floor as markers; you only accused him of wasting supplies. another fight could have started if you hadn't suddenly stumbled upon the staircase.
“let’s split up.” you said. “i can check the upper floors, and you go down. we can meet here in thirty minutes.”
mike just sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with you. pulling his flashlight out of his backpack, he shook it slightly before switching it on.
“good luck, soldier.” he saluted and disappeared down the stairs.
finally you were alone. no one whined behind you, no one begged you to take a break. you had basically the whole building to yourself to explore.
so you kept making your way through the floors, inspecting every room. most doors were either locked and wouldn’t open even with your high-tech lock pick, or were completely empty. occasionally, you found syringes, needles and shattered glass jars lying on the floor. a sickening weight began to settle in your chest.
something illegal had happened here. and you didn't like it.
you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. but who wouldn’t be scared in your place? you were alone in an unknown structure, constantly hearing weird noises, while your partner was god-knew-where.
the door-checking activity was so monotonous that you didn't even notice how one of them opened unexpectedly. you leaped back, ready to fight anyone who was going to jump out at you. but you were only met with the darkness.
soon enough, a metal plaque caught your eye, smeared with a layer of dirt and mold: “DANGER: KEEP OUT!”
as you were about to shut the door and leave, a squelching noise coming from inside made you pause. you froze.
slowly, you raised the flashlight and aimed it toward the far end of the room.
suddenly, something long and slick wrapped around your ankle and dragged you down. you yelped and fell to the ground, ready to fight whatever was coming at you. but instead of attacking, it wrapped tighter around your ankle and dragged you into the darkness. panic settled in as you realized you had dropped your gun at the entrance during the rapid attack.
you heard the sound of the door closing, and the lights flicked on immediately — some kind of mechanism you must have triggered. you spotted clusters of wires in the corners and blinking red lights that didn’t bode well.
the dragging stopped, and you finally had a second to look at what was in front of you — a massive plant with the same unnatural purple you'd seen outside. it moved chaotically, and you couldn't help but wonder what exactly had woken it up.
“no!” was all you managed to shout as slimy creatures wrapped around your wrists, ankles and waist, lifting you into the air.
the sudden loss of gravity made you dizzy. the creature emitted eerie sounds, filling your body with pure terror. whatever you got yourself into, there was no way out now.
you tried to jerk your whole body against the tight grip, but it was useless — there were too many of them wrapped around you already. all you could do was scream for help. and so you did.
“HELP! MIKE! HELP! HELP ME! I’M HERE!”
after several screams, your throat began to hurt. where was this idiot wandering? you had split up not long ago, he couldn’t have gone that far.
another series of screams passed your lips, and with it, your last shred of hope faded. if mike had heard you, he would already be here. and if he hadn't…
your thoughts were cut short as another pair of tentacles tugged violently at your uniform. they were quite strong, because the fabric got torn within seconds, exposing your chest and tits. two smaller tentacles immediately latched onto your hardening buds, coating them in a cold, viscous substance. you shifted, letting out a small gasp, and that caused another reaction from the plant — more tentacles emerged, ripping away the remaining fabric around your lower abdomen. one slipped straight to your aching pussy, ignoring the thin barrier of your panties, while two thicker tendrils tightened harder around your ankles, spreading your legs farther apart. it felt like it could sense your reactions.
at first, you felt terrified, disgusted, and yet... aroused? though you didn’t want to admit that yet.
the tentacles were cold, but not painfully so. you could see the substance drip from them, pooling on the floor beneath you. despite your professionalism, you didn't know much about monsters, especially artificially bred ones. that had always been mike's field. when you were on missions together, you usually shot right away, not really thinking about which species you're killing.
the plant’s movements were quick, you barely had time to react and fully process what was happening. one thick tentacle bound your wrists together above your head while others kept your legs shamelessly spread. this creature had no intension of stopping.
“d-don’t touch my clit! fuck-“ you moaned as the slick texture traced slow, deliberate circles. it was cold and wet, the perfect contrast to your burning out of shame skin.
it was humiliating how quickly you got wet. your pussy lips already glistened, ready to welcome the unknown creature deeper inside.
by now, tentacles groped you everywhere. it felt like every inch of your skin was being toyed with. your sensitive nipples ached, gleaming from the amount of lube covering them. you couldn’t suppress your moans anymore as you struggled weakly against the restraints. despite being so riled up from the amount of stimulation, you did not want to cum yet while being used by a monster. it was so shameful, you were so twisted for enjoying something like that…
you hips arched involuntarily, silently begging for more. you couldn't understand why you wanted this; it was weird on so many levels. but your rational thoughts drowned beneath raw lust and need coursing through your veins. your back arched in pleasure, you didn’t even try to fight back anymore. it felt too good.
the more stimulated you became, the clearer it was that the creature's actions were deliberate and calculated. and this would continue whether you wanted it or not.
“fucks sake, my clit! leav- leave it alone!” you cried out, feeling the orgasm building rapidly. you were on the verge of losing your last senses of morality and begging it to finally fuck you.
as if sensing your growing submission and eagerness, the plant intensified its relentless assault.
“hey, i finally found you! what are you-“
your head snapped towards the doorway faster than your shooting instinct. mike.
he stood frozen at the entrance, eyes wide as he took in the sight of you. you were helplessly bound and exposed. your body quivered with anticipation and arousal as the creature continued to titillate and use you. sweat and slime coated your skin. purple tendrils writhed around your body, sucking at your breasts and clit. all mike could hear were wet, slopping sounds.
“i dropped my gun by the entrance,” you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze. “and don’t look at me!”
the tendrils kept caressing and teasing your breasts, eliciting soft gasps of delight from mike. oh, he was absolutely still watching.
“i said stop looking at m-“ your words broke as both holes were suddenly filled. “no, don’t get inside!”
but tentacles didn’t listen. they only multiplied, invading your ass further.
and then they began to fuck you.
the gasped you let out was broken, helpless. the tangled mass pulled in and out of your ass, thrusting relentlessly and stretching you beyond anything you'd known. you let out a long moan, trying to clench your ass to stop them, but it only made the sensation more intense. and gods help you — it felt incredible.
the creature forced its way in deeper, again and again, making your eyes roll back. you swore you could see your belly bulging with each thrust.
“can’t believe that for once i’m not the one in trouble,” mike muttered astonishingly, eyes never leaving your body. what a pervert.
“are you gonna help me or just stand there?! fuck-“ the anger kept building up inside you, fury mixing with pleasure. what was wrong with him?! “don’t look!”
“oh my- looks like you get more excited when someone's looking at you,” mike chuckled, not even attempting to help.
then you heard the zipper.
“what are you-“
and then the buckle fell to the ground.
“who would have thought the strongest agent would end up with a huge monster lodged in her ass,” he said, voice thick as his hand slipped into his underwear.
"what the hell?!" you turned away in disgust.
"do you know how long I've dreamed of seeing you fucked in all holes?" mike's fingers slid along his entire length, as he watched your naked body hanging in the air. he was hard faster than ever before. in just a couple of movements, he was already about to cum.
”i didn't think you hated me this much,” you whispered, feeling the embarrassment on your cheeks. it was hard to focus on the conversation while being fucked.
“why wouldn’t i?” he lowered his boxers to his knees with no shame, giving himself more freedom. he was ready to fully enjoy the show, as if it was put just for him. “you never saw me as your equal. i can see it. you think i’m a dumb mechanic who can only be afraid of everything he sees. you once said you were a strong warrior among other trainees, the best of the best. so… you can prove it now!” mike was grinning at this point.
“you are disgusting. so fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?!” you cried out.
you were reduced to a wretched state, hanged up in the air with your legs spread, humiliated and exposed. you felt your pride shatter and wished for nothing but to erase this moment from mike’s memory.
but he only sighed enthusiastically as he kept watching. his hand was jerking off his cock with a steady pace, chest heaving at the sight. even if you wanted to avoid looking at him, you couldn’t help but notice his toned body. the man was gorgeous. all of this had been hidden under his work robes the entire time?
mike no longer paid attention to the fact that he had completely removed his boxers and that you could see his dick. he would think about the consequences later, but right now, all he wanted was to watch this forever, see you in your wrecked state, and wish it was his dick instead of tentacles.
for as much as you wanted to kill mike right now, and as much as you feared the fact that an unknown creature was fucking you senseless, the truth remained — this was the most pleasure you had ever felt.
shame to admit, this was all your fantasies come to life. things that had only existed in your mind as you jerked off, biting down on your lip to muffle any sound in your cabin. back in training camp, you had already figured how different your sexual desires were. and no, you absolutely did not sign up for this job just to get a chance to get fucked like this. and no, you absolutely did not send mike as far away as possible just to get a chance to get fucked like this.
you could feel it exploring you, sliding along your inner walls, inspecting every inch from the within. you felt every bend, every twist. it revealed sensations and places inside you that you never knew existed.
the creatures were eager to feel you — your cunt and asshole — suckling, pulling. squirming and releasing an odd liquid substance into you, they continued to furiously pump into you, and you let them do whatever they wanted.
your eyes rolled back, hips bucking as the tentacles reached impossible deep inside you. it felt so much better than jerking off in secret, trying to ignore a self-discovery that instead of a real cock you craved a tentacles stretching out your asshole instead. now you had everything you wanted and more.
the creature kept tormenting your swollen, over-sensitive clit and nipples, forcing you to edge again and again. each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
mike was awfully quiet, probably trying to burn every detail into his memory while touching his little cock. you didn’t even wanna think about what you would do to him once you got out of this.
but this, right now?
your body slowly went limp, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure the tentacles gave you. you stopped caring about how loud you were. pornographic moans and screams were ripped from your mouth. your eyes squeezed shut as you kept moaning.
all you could focus on were dozens of tentacles spilling their loads inside your ass. as soon as one tentacle cock was finished, another took its place. sometimes there were two inside you, sometimes three, taking turns to shove themselves in and out of your holes, using you without any care for how you whimpered from being overstimulated.
another tentacle slid toward your mouth that was hanging open, and you let it in, no longer caring. you heard mike try to suppress a whimper. the slick sounds of his jerking hand finally become loud enough for you to hear, and it only made you wetter. a brief thought of sucking him off crossed your mind, but you were too focused on the slow, deliberate movements in your mouth. it pulled back, then dived in again, setting a ruthless pace and coating your lips in juice.
the other tentacles pushed deeper and deeper inside you, filling you up over and over again. at this point, it was leaking out of you. you felt the stretch and warmth filling both holes, groaning helplessly around the tentacle in your mouth.
it showed no mercy, choosing to gag you repeatedly, spilling a cloying, sweet liquid down your throat. you had no choice but to swallow. and you'd let it use you again and again, fuck, maybe even take it back to your cabin and keep it as a new sex toy. the thought of mike — your stupid crew partner mike — watching this thing defile your holes, his cock in hand, finally sent you over the edge.
your eyes rolled back incoherently as waves of blissful release crashed through you like tidal waves. you kept cumming, moans muffled by the tentacle still lodged in your mouth. then, finally, the tentacles pulled out and began marking your body with thick purple liquid.
it was refreshing. almost like being born again.
your body relaxed at last, slicked with juice all over your skin, face and lips. how humiliating.
the creature calmed and slowly lowered you to the ground. your knees immediately gave out, and you collapsed onto the floor like a formless being. you allowed yourself to stay like that for a moment, waiting for your breath to catch up.
your respite was interrupted by a scream and then a familiar silhouette flew through the air.
“mike?!” you lifted your head in shock.
the plant seemed to start over as it found a new victim. you watched as what had happened to you began all over again, only this time, with your partner.
his clothes got torn to shreds, earning small yelps from him. shortly after, a mass of tentacles wrapped around his body. mike whined and tried to cover his groin, hoping you wouldn't notice his standing cock.
realizing it was unavoidable, because the plant had already begun to bind his hands, he bit his lip and closed his eyes in embarrassment. a deep blush appeared on his cheeks.
“is there a chance you won’t look at me?” he asked quietly, peeking one eye open.
“oh no, baby." you replied sweetly. "i’ll let you get a taste of your own medicine.”
it was your turn to enjoy the show now.
a/n2: had to nerf the second picture bc tumblr flagged the post UGHHH!!!! tentacles you will be missed
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pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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