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𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑼𝑻? 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑯, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 On a risky midnight balcony in Athens, you let Mickey Henry fuck you against the railing despite your nervous protests, only for him to promise he’ll pull out and then deliberately fill you with two hot loads while groaning “sorry, felt too good.”
mickey henry x fem!reader
word count : 3,4k
warnings 18+ : explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, unprotected sex with breeding kink/impregnation talk, public risk/exhibitionism on a balcony, creampie/cum play (including eating), rough sex, bratty bickering, mild dubcon elements (ignoring pull-out requests), clumsy sex
author’s note : oh mickey my favorite manchild… I’d actually lose it if he did this to me 😭
Midnight on the narrow Athens balcony. The warm night air wraps around your bare thighs, the city lights twinkling far below like they’re watching. Your hands grip the iron railing so tight your knuckles are white.
“Mickey… we really shouldn’t,” you whisper, voice shaky with nerves and want. “Anyone could look up from the street. A neighbor could step outside. What if someone sees us?”
Mickey’s chest presses against your back, his lips brushing your ear as he chuckles low and dirty. “Let them see, baby. Let them watch how pretty you look bent over for me.” His hands slide up your dress, shoving the fabric to your waist. “You’re already dripping down your thighs. Don’t pretend you don’t love the risk.”
“I do not,” you hiss, even as you arch back against him. “You’re such a bad fucking influence, Henry.”
“Yeah?” He tugs your panties aside roughly. “Then why are you spreading your legs for me like a good little slut on this balcony?”
Before you can answer, he pushes inside you in one slow, thick thrust. Your mouth falls open on a broken moan.
“Fuck- Mickey,” you gasp, eyes fluttering. “You’re so deep like this… oh my god, slow down-”
“Slow down?” He laughs against your neck, already starting to move, hips rolling in deep, lazy strokes. “You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely think straight. Feel that? That’s how much your pussy wants me.”
You bite your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. “We have to be quiet… please, someone might hear-”
“I want them to hear,” he growls, picking up speed, the wet slap of his hips against your ass growing louder. One hand slides between your legs, fingers circling your clit. “Want them to hear how you moan my name when I’m balls-deep inside you.”
“Mickey- fuck-” You push back to meet his thrusts despite yourself. “You’re insane. If we get caught I’m blaming you completely-”
“Blame me all you want,” he groans, voice rough. “Just keep taking my cock like that. God, you feel perfect.”
Pleasure coils tight and hot in your belly, but panic spikes through it.
“Mickey- pull out,” you pant urgently. “I’m serious, you have to pull out right now.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’ll pull out,” he grunts, but his rhythm only gets harder, deeper. His arm locks around your waist, pinning you exactly where he wants you. “Just let me feel you a little longer… fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me.”
“Mickey!” you hiss, half warning, half moan. “Don’t you dare come inside me-”
“Can’t help it, baby,” he rasps, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Your pussy feels too fucking good tonight. So warm… so wet… milking me.”
“You promised!” You try to sound angry but it comes out wrecked and breathy. “Mickey, you fuck- I can feel you throbbing, you’re getting bigger-”
He laughs low and filthy against your ear. “Sorry… feels too good to stop. You gonna come while I fill you up?”
“Mickey- oh my god-” Your protest turns into a choked cry as he slams deep and holds there. You feel every pulse as he comes hard inside you, hot thick ropes flooding your pussy while he groans your name like it’s the only word he knows.
The sensation tips you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you so hard your legs shake, a muffled scream caught behind your bitten lip.
When the waves finally fade, Mickey’s still buried deep, lazily grinding his hips to push his cum even deeper.
You turn your head, glaring at him over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and breathing ragged. “You absolute asshole. You said you’d pull out.”
Mickey grins, lazy and completely unrepentant, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck. “I know. My bad.” He rolls his hips again, making you gasp as more of his release leaks out around him. “But you came so fucking hard when I didn’t… felt like you loved every second of it.”
“That’s not the point!” you whisper-shout, trying to sound mad even as aftershocks make you clench around him. “What if I get pregnant because you can’t control yourself, you selfish prick?”
He chuckles, nipping at your earlobe. “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck you every single night until you’re all round and glowing with my kid. Sounds kinda hot, doesn’t it?”
“You’re impossible,” you mutter, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips despite everything.
Your front is pressed against the cool iron railing, legs still shaky from the first round. Mickey’s cum is slowly dripping down your inner thigh, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover. He spins you around to face him, crowding you with that infuriatingly cocky grin, his cock already half-hard again and glistening in the dim light.
“Round two already?” he asks, voice low and rough, eyes raking over you like he’s starving. “Or are you finally tapping out, princess?”
You narrow your eyes, even as heat pools low in your belly. “You wish I’d tap out. You’re the one who can’t keep it in his pants for five minutes, Mickey Henry.”
He laughs, dark and filthy, stepping in until his chest brushes yours. “Can’t help it when you look like that- flushed, messy with my cum, still pretending you don’t want more. Admit it. You love how reckless I get with you.”
“Reckless?” You scoff, but your hand is already sliding down his stomach to wrap around his cock, stroking him back to full hardness with firm, deliberate pumps. “You’re a walking disaster. Last time you swore you’d pull out and still flooded me like you were trying to knock me up on purpose.”
Mickey groans at your touch, hips bucking into your fist. “Because your pussy feels too fucking good. Squeezing me like it never wants me to leave.” He grips your hips, lifts you slightly so the railing digs into your lower back, and lines himself up. In one smooth thrust he buries himself deep again. “Fuck… still dripping with me. So sloppy and perfect.”
You moan loudly before you can stop yourself, arms wrapping around his neck as he starts thrusting deep, steady, and relentless. “Mickey- slow down, you asshole… you’re too much.”
“Too much?” He smirks against your neck, biting down lightly. “You were clenching so hard a minute ago I thought you were trying to milk me dry. Don’t act like you don’t love when I ignore your little ‘pull out’ lies.”
“I told you to pull out!” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that perfect spot with every stroke. The railing creaks under you. “And you just kept pounding away like a selfish prick.”
“Selfish?” He chuckles breathlessly, picking up speed, skin slapping loudly against yours. “Baby, the way you came when I filled you says otherwise. You get off on me losing control. Say it- tell me you love feeling me breed you right here where anyone could walk out and see.”
“You’re delusional,” you moan, legs locking tighter around his waist. “If I end up pregnant from your ‘sorry, felt too good’ bullshit, I’m blaming you in front of everyone.”
Mickey grins wickedly, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. “I’ll own it. Tell them your pussy felt like heaven and I couldn’t stop. Best mistake ever.” His voice drops, hot against your ear. “Imagine you all round with my kid… tits even bigger… still sneaking out here every night so I can fuck you stupid.”
“Jesus Christ, Mickey-” Your words cut off in a whimper as he angles his hips just right, driving you higher. “You’re so fucking filthy. I should shove you off this balcony.”
“But you won’t,” he growls, pounding harder. “Because you’re close again. I can feel you fluttering around me like a greedy little slut. Gonna come on my cock while it’s still covered in the last load I gave you?”
“Shut up- fuck- Mickey, I’m-” You try to bury your face in his shoulder, but he grabs your hair and yanks your head back.
“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he demands, eyes burning into yours. “Look at me when you come. Tell me who’s wrecking you so good.”
“You- you arrogant asshole,” you gasp, the orgasm ripping through you. Your walls clench rhythmically around him as you shake in his arms.
Mickey curses sharply, hips stuttering. “Too fucking good- can’t stop-” He slams deep and comes again, pulsing hot and thick inside you, adding to the mess.
You’re both panting, foreheads pressed together, his cock still twitching inside you.
After a moment he laughs softly, nipping your bottom lip. “Worth it.” He stays buried a second longer, then slowly pulls out with a wet sound. A thick glob of his cum immediately leaks out of you and starts sliding down your thigh.
Before you can close your legs, Mickey drops to one knee. Two fingers scoop the creamy mess from your dripping pussy. He lifts his hand between you, showing you the obscene mix glistening on his fingers.
“Look at what you made me do,” he murmurs, voice dripping with mock innocence, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean in one slow, deliberate stroke, eyes never leaving yours.
You wrinkle your nose, heat flooding your face. “You’re actually disgusting, Mickey. Who the hell does that?”
He grins around his fingers, sucking noisily just to torment you. “Our mess. Tastes like victory.”
“Victory?” You snap but your hand is already shooting down, wrapping around his slick, softening cock. You start stroking him roughly, tighter than necessary, almost punishing, twisting your wrist on every upstroke. “If you’re gonna keep acting like a filthy animal, maybe I should edge you until you’re the one begging for mercy.”
Mickey hisses through his teeth, hips jerking into your grip even as he laughs breathlessly. “Fuck, easy baby. That’s attached to me.”
“Yeah? Then maybe you should learn some goddamn self-control,” you retort, squeezing harder just to watch his eyes flutter. “Or are you gonna keep pretending you’re sorry while you’re already planning round three?”
“Never said I was sorry,” he groans, hardening quickly under your rough touch. “And you fucking love how nasty I am.”
You give him one particularly vicious tug that makes his knees buckle slightly.
He chuckles darkly, leaning in to bite your lower lip. “Ready for round three, or should we finally take this inside before I really get us arrested?”
You bite your lip, legs still loosely wrapped around him. “…Inside. But only if you promise to behave.”
Mickey’s grin turns devilish. “I promise… to try.”
Before you can answer, he grips your ass with both hands and lifts you off the railing, still impaled on his cock. Your legs automatically wrap tighter around his waist as he stumbles backward through the open balcony door into the dark apartment.
“Mickey- careful!” you yelp, arms clinging to his neck. “You’re going to drop me-”
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got-”
His foot catches on the edge of the rug. The world tilts. You both crash onto the wooden floor in a tangle of limbs, him landing on top of you with a loud thud. His cock slips out of you on impact, and you feel another warm gush of his cum spill between your legs.
“Ow- fuck!” you groan, shoving at his chest. “You idiot! Are you trying to break both of us?”
Mickey pushes up on his elbows, laughing breathlessly even as he winces. “Worth it. Come here-” He tries to slide back between your thighs, already hard again and pressing against your soaked entrance.
You clamp your legs shut and push him off harder, rolling away until you’re sitting up on the floor, glaring at him in the dim moonlight coming through the windows.
“No. Absolutely not,” you snap, voice sharp. “You almost killed us, Mickey. I’m done. No more fucking tonight.”
He sits back on his heels, cock standing proud and glistening, looking ridiculously smug for someone who just face-planted. “Aw, come on baby. It was just a little stumble. I was carrying you like a gentleman.”
“A gentleman who can’t even walk two steps without tripping because he’s too horny to think straight,” you shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “You came inside me twice on the balcony even though I told you not to, and now you nearly break my back on the floor? I’m serious. We’re stopping.”
Mickey crawls closer, that lazy grin still plastered on his face. He reaches for your ankle, trying to pull your leg open. “You’re so cute when you’re scolding me. Your pussy is still dripping my cum and you’re telling me no? That’s not fair.”
You kick his hand away lightly and scoot back until your back hits the couch. “Fair? You promised you’d pull out and you lied both times! Then you decide to play Superman and almost drop me on my head. No. I’m refusing. Go take a cold shower or something.”
He pouts, actually pouts, crawling after you on all fours like a predator who refuses to be denied. “Baby… please. I’m so hard it hurts. Look at me.” He gestures down at his throbbing cock. “All because of you and how fucking perfect you felt out there. Just one more time. I’ll be good this time, I swear.”
“You said that last time,” you remind him, narrowing your eyes. “And the time before that. Your version of ‘good’ is coming inside me and then saying ‘sorry, felt too good.’ I’m not falling for it again tonight.”
Mickey kneels between your legs, hands resting on your knees, trying to gently pry them apart. His voice drops into that low, raspy tone that usually melts you. “Come on… I’ll go slow. I’ll even pull out if you really want me to. Just let me feel you again. You were moaning so loud on the balcony- you want it too.”
You smack his hands away and close your legs tighter, though your body is still buzzing from everything that happened outside. “Nope. Scolding you is turning me on a little but I’m still saying no. You can suffer with that hard-on for once. Maybe it’ll teach you some self-control.”
He groans dramatically, dropping his forehead to your knee. “You’re killing me. Cruel woman. I stumble one time and suddenly I’m cut off? That’s harsh.”
“Stumble? You full-on tackled us to the floor,” you correct him, trying not to laugh. “And yes, you’re cut off. Go jerk off in the bathroom if you’re that desperate. I’m not letting you anywhere near me again tonight.”
Mickey lifts his head, eyes sparkling with mischief even as he pretends to be wounded. “Fine… but you’re gonna regret this when I’m in the shower thinking about how tight you were and how pretty you sounded begging me not to pull out.”
You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. “Good. Suffer. That’s what you get for being a reckless, cum-hungry idiot.”
He leans in anyway, pressing one last slow kiss to your inner thigh before standing up with a dramatic sigh, his cock still angrily hard. “You’re mean. Hot, but mean.” He starts backing toward the bathroom, throwing you a wink. “But I’ll be good… for now. Don’t be surprised if I come back begging in five minutes.”
You grab a throw pillow from the couch and toss it at him. “Stay in there until that thing goes down, Mickey Henry!”
He catches the pillow and laughs all the way to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “Love you too, baby. Even when you’re refusing to fuck me.”
The door clicks shut behind him but you can still hear him muttering something about “cruel but worth it” as the shower starts running.
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself, thighs still sticky with evidence of how much you actually enjoyed his bad behavior.
The shower runs for a long time. You hear Mickey humming some half-forgotten song under the spray, probably still half-hard and muttering to himself about how unfair you are. You smile to yourself, curled up on the couch with a thin blanket pulled over your naked body, the warm night air drifting in from the open balcony door.
Your eyes grow heavy. The adrenaline from the balcony, the two intense orgasms, and the ridiculous tumble onto the floor finally catch up with you. Before you even realize it, you drift off, breathing slow and even, one arm tucked under your head.
The shower shuts off. A few minutes later the bathroom door creaks open. Mickey steps out, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his messy hair down his chest. His cock is still stubbornly semi-hard, tenting the front of the towel like he never really calmed down.
He spots you on the couch and stops, a soft grin spreading across his face.
“Baby?” he whispers, padding over barefoot. “Hey… you still awake?”
No answer. Just the soft sound of your breathing.
Mickey kneels beside the couch, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Come on… don’t be asleep already. I’ve been good in there. Well… mostly good.” He leans closer, voice dropping into that low, pleading rasp you know too well. “I’m still so fucking hard for you. Been thinking about how you felt wrapped around me out on the balcony. How you scolded me and told me no… made me want you even more.”
He tugs lightly at the edge of the blanket, exposing one of your breasts. His fingers trace slow circles around your nipple without waking you.
“Please, baby,” he murmurs, almost whining now. “Just let me slip back inside for a minute. I’ll be so gentle this time. I swear I’ll pull out if you want… or at least I’ll try really, really hard.” He chuckles softly at himself. “Okay, maybe that’s a lie, but I’ll try. You know I can’t help it when you feel that good.”
Still nothing. You’re deep in sleep, lips slightly parted.
Mickey groans quietly, resting his forehead against the couch cushion beside you. “You’re really gonna make me suffer like this? After everything? I stumbled once and now I’m punished with blue balls and a sleeping girlfriend?” He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another lower, lips brushing the curve of your breast. “Wake up… just for a little bit. I need you. I’ll beg if I have to.”
His hand slides under the blanket, fingertips grazing your inner thigh where you’re still sticky from earlier.
“Come on, beautiful… open your legs for me again. I’ll make it so good. Slow and deep, just how you like it when you’re tired. I’ll even say please a hundred times.” His voice turns softer, more desperate. “Please, baby… I’m dying here. Your pussy is still full of me and I want to add more. Just one more time tonight. I promise I’ll behave… mostly.”
He waits, watching your face for any sign you’re waking up. When you only sigh softly in your sleep and turn your face deeper into the pillow, Mickey lets out a long, defeated breath.
“Fuck… you’re actually out cold.” He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his damp hair, cock still straining against the towel. “Cruel woman. Leaving me like this after teasing me all night.”
For a moment he just stares at you, affection and frustration mixing on his face. Then he leans in one last time, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Fine… you win this round,” he whispers against your skin. “But when you wake up tomorrow morning with my cum still leaking out of you and my mouth between your thighs… don’t act surprised.”
He stands up slowly, adjusting the towel around his hips with a dramatic sigh. “Gonna go jerk off in bed thinking about how mean you are. Love you, even when you fall asleep on me like this.”
Mickey pads toward the bedroom, glancing back at your sleeping form one more time with a crooked, fond smile.
“Night, baby. Dream about me fucking you properly… since you won’t let me do it for real.”
The bedroom door clicks shut behind him, leaving you peacefully asleep on the couch, body still marked by everything that happened on the balcony… and Mickey already plotting how he’ll wake you up in the morning.
