i know things. remember?

You never expected Mikey Way to look at you the way he did—like he’d finally found someone who understood the chaos inside his head without needing him to explain it.

From the very beginning, there was something different about the two of you. The connection wasn’t just sweet or romantic. It was hungry. Electric. A little dangerous.

Mikey had always carried this quiet, intense fascination with the darker edges of desire. The control, the surrender, the raw vulnerability that came with pushing limits. He’d thought about it for years—fantasized, read, watched—but he never believed he’d meet someone he trusted enough to actually explore it with.

Until you.

You matched his freak perfectly. The way your eyes would darken when he pinned your wrists above your head during a heated makeout session. The way you’d bite his lip hard enough to draw a low groan from his throat. The way you whispered filthy little confessions against his ear when you were both drunk and tangled in hotel sheets. You weren’t shy about wanting more. You craved it just as much as he did—the intensity, the trust, the beautiful filth of it all.

Mikey never said it out loud at first, but you could feel it in how he touched you. Like he was testing waters he’d only dreamed about. Like he was slowly realizing that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally found the person he could go deeper with. Someone who wouldn’t flinch. Someone who would look him in the eyes and beg for whatever twisted little thing he wanted to try.

And tonight, after months of this slow-burning tension, you could tell something had shifted in him. He’d been quieter than usual, more thoughtful, watching you with that intense hazel stare that always made your stomach flip. Like he was on the edge of asking for something more.

He pulled you closer on the couch, fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh, voice low and warm against your hair.

“You know… I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “About how fucking perfect we fit. How you’re not scared of the parts of me that aren’t soft.”

You smiled against his chest, heart already beating faster.

Because you both knew this was only the beginning.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, studying that familiar intense expression on Mikey’s face. His eyes were darker than usual, pupils already a little blown, and the way his fingers kept tracing slow, absent patterns on your thigh told you everything.

“You’re hiding something,” you said softly, a knowing smirk tugging at your lips. “I know you, Mikey Way. You get all quiet and thoughtful like this when you’re overthinking something filthy.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pressed his face into your neck for a second, almost shy. But when he pulled back, there was a spark of excitement in his eyes.

“…How the fuck do you always know?” he muttered, half-amused, half-impressed. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Alright. Yeah. I’ve been… researching.”

You raised an eyebrow, heart kicking up a notch. “Researching?”

Mikey swallowed, then met your gaze head-on, no longer hiding.

“Bondage,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Shibari. Rope. Restraints. The whole thing. I’ve been reading about it for weeks. Watching tutorials, looking at safe techniques, learning about aftercare… all of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

He shifted on the couch, pulling you closer so you were straddling his lap, his hands settling firmly on your hips.

“I never thought I’d actually want to try this with anyone,” he admitted, voice husky. “I’ve had these thoughts for years, but it always felt too… much. Too intense. Too dark for most people. But with you?” His fingers dug into your hips, possessive. “You match me. Every sick little fantasy I have, you look like you’d beg for it. And that fucking drives me crazy.”

You could feel him getting hard beneath you already, just from talking about it.

“I want to tie you up,” he continued, eyes locked on yours. “I want to watch you helpless, completely at my mercy. I want to take my time with you until you’re shaking and dripping and saying my name like it’s the only word you remember.”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered“But only if you want it too, baby. Tell me… does that turn you on as much as it turns me on?”

Mikey’s eyes darkened with lust the second you gave him that hungry little smile. He didn’t waste another second.

He stood up from the couch, tall and lean in his black hoodie, and walked over to the bedroom. You heard him open a drawer, the soft rustle of rope against wood. When he came back, he was holding several neatly coiled lengths of soft black rope in his hands — clearly brand new, bought just for this.

Your eyes widened, a rush of heat flooding between your legs.“Wow…” you breathed, biting your lip. “So you just needed to ask me, huh?”

Mikey gave you that crooked, almost shy smile, but his voice was low and rough when he answered.“I just wanted to be prepared. I didn’t want to bring it up and then not know what the fuck I was doing. I spent weeks making sure I wouldn’t hurt you.” He stepped closer, ropes dangling from his fingers. “I wanted to do it right.”

You reached up and grabbed the front of his hoodie, pulling him down to you.

“That’s why I love you,” you whispered against his lips, sincere and filthy at the same time. “You’re such a fucking nerd about the things you care about.”

Mikey laughed softly, but the sound quickly turned into something darker as he kissed you hard, tongue sliding into your mouth possessively. When he pulled back, his hand was already gripping your jaw gently, thumb pressing on your lower lip.

“Remember your safeword?” he asked, voice suddenly serious even as his eyes burned.

You nodded, breathing faster. “Red.”

“Good girl.” He leaned in until his lips were brushing your ear, voice dropping into a growl that sent shivers down your spine“Because I’m going to be a real motherfucker with you right now.”

Mikey stepped back, eyes locked on you with that intense, predatory stare that made your thighs press together. He dropped the coils of rope onto the bed and crossed his arms, voice low and commanding.“Take your clothes off. Slowly. I want to watch every fucking second.”

You stood up, heart hammering, and started peeling off your shirt first, dragging it over your head teasingly. Mikey’s gaze never left your body.

“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured, voice dripping with lust. “Look at you, so fucking eager to show me what’s mine. My pretty little slut.”

You slid your pants down your legs, bending over just enough to make him groan softly. When you reached back to unhook your bra, he licked his lips.“Fuck, baby… you’re so beautiful. So perfect for me. But we both know what you really are, don’t we?” His voice got darker. “You’re my dirty little whore who gets wet just from me telling you what to do.”

Completely naked now, you climbed onto the bed and knelt in the center like he wanted — knees spread, back straight, hands resting on your thighs. The position left you completely exposed to him.

Mikey walked around the bed slowly, admiring you from every angle, his fingers brushing lightly over your shoulder, down your spine, then gripping your hair just tight enough to tilt your head back.

“Such a good fucking girl on your knees for me already,” he praised, voice soft and sweet for a moment. Then it turned filthy. “But we both know you’re dripping right now, aren’t you? Already aching to be used like the needy little cumslut you are.”

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as his free hand cupped one of your breasts, thumb flicking over your nipple. “You look so fucking perfect like this… ready to be tied up and ruined. My beautiful, filthy girl.”

Mikey’s fingers slid under your chin, tilting your face up firmly so you had no choice but to look straight into his eyes. His thumb pressed against your lower lip, pulling it down slightly as he stared at you with pure hunger.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered softly.

The second your lips parted, Mikey leaned over you and spat directly onto your tongue — warm, slow, and deliberate. The filthy act made you moan quietly, the taste of him making your pussy throb.“Swallow,” he commanded, voice rough.

You obeyed instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a dark, satisfied smirk.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised, stroking your cheek. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

You shifted on your knees and obediently moved both arms behind you, wrists crossing just above your ass. The position pushed your chest forward, leaving you even more exposed.

Mikey picked up one of the soft black ropes, unfolding it with practiced hands. He stepped behind you on the bed, his body heat pressing against your back. You felt his breath on your neck as he started wrapping the rope around your wrists.

“Nice and tight… but not too tight,” he murmured, voice low and focused while his fingers worked. He looped the rope carefully, knotting it with the knowledge he’d spent weeks studying. “I’ve been dying to see you like this — helpless, all tied up for me.”

He pulled the rope firmer, securing your wrists together. The pressure felt perfect — restrictive but safe. Once he finished the knot, he ran his hands down your arms, admiring his work.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, voice thick with lust. “All bound and pretty for me. My perfect little fucktoy.”

He gave the rope a gentle tug, testing it, then leaned in and bit down softly on your shoulder as his hands roamed around to squeeze your tits from behind.

Mikey gave the rope binding your wrists a sharp tug, yanking your arms back harder. The sudden pull forced your chest forward and made you arch your neck, your head tilting back with a surprised gasp.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice low and mean. “Arch that pretty back for me like the desperate little whore you are.”

He kept the tension on the rope with one hand, controlling your body completely, while his other hand slid down your spine. Then he moved with purpose, looping the excess rope down toward your ankles.“Legs apart,” he ordered coldly.

When you didn’t spread them fast enough, he kicked your knees wider himself, forcing your thighs open until you were completely exposed — knees bent, pussy on full display, dripping and aching. He worked quickly, tying the same rope from your wrists down to your ankles, connecting them in a tight, restrictive hogtie position that left you arched and helpless.

“Fuuuck, look at you,” he laughed darkly, stepping back to admire his work. “All tied up like a filthy little toy. Can’t even close your legs. Pathetic.”

He walked around to stand in front of you, gripping your jaw roughly again and forcing you to look up at him. His thumb pressed hard into your cheek as he smirked.

“You’re soaked already, aren’t you? Just from being tied up like a fucking animal. I knew you were a depraved little slut, but this…” He leaned down, spitting on your tits this time, watching it drip down your body. “This is perfect.”

Mikey ran two fingers slowly up your inner thigh, stopping just before touching your dripping cunt, teasing you mercilessly.

“Beg for it,” he said, voice dripping with dominance. “Beg me to touch that greedy pussy while you’re all tied up and useless.”

Please, Mikey…” you whimpered, voice already shaking with need. Being tied like this — arched, exposed, completely helpless — had you dripping down your thighs. “Please touch me… I need your fingers, your mouth, anything. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Mikey stood in front of you, arms crossed, that cruel little smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle against the ropes. He tilted his head, clearly enjoying your desperation.

“No,” he said simply, voice cold and amused.

You let out a frustrated whine, trying to shift your hips toward him, but the ropes kept you perfectly in place.“Mikey, please… I’ll be so good, I swear. I need you so bad, baby. Please touch my pussy, I’m aching—”

“I said no,” he cut you off sharply, grabbing your face again. “You don’t get to make demands when you’re tied up like a fucking toy. You take what I give you.”

He stepped away and reached for the other coils of rope he’d left on the nightstand. Your eyes widened as he picked them up, unfolding them slowly.“You thought that was all?” he chuckled darkly. “Oh no, baby. I’m tying you up completely tonight.”

Mikey moved with purpose, wrapping more rope around your thighs, binding them to your calves so you couldn’t close your legs at all. Then he added rope just under your tits, creating a tight harness that squeezed your breasts and made them bulge obscenely. Every new knot, every pull of the rope made you moan louder.

He finished by looping rope around your upper arms and torso, pinning your arms even tighter against your back until you were almost completely immobilized — back arched hard, tits pushed out, legs spread wide open, pussy glistening and exposed.

When he was done, Mikey stepped back and admired his work, palming his hard cock through his pants.

“Fuck… look at my pretty little rope slut,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “All wrapped up like a gift. Completely fucking helpless.”

He leaned down and spat directly onto your exposed cunt, watching it drip down your folds.“Now… let’s see how much louder you can beg.”

Mikey circled you slowly on the bed, his fingers trailing over the ropes already digging into your skin. You were trembling, completely bound and dripping, every breath making your chest strain against the harness.

“Not quite done yet,” he murmured, voice dark and hungry. “One more thing, baby.”

He took the last length of rope and worked it with expert hands. First, he looped it around your throat — not too tight, but firm enough to feel the pressure every time you swallowed. A soft, controlling collar of rope. Then he slowly ran it down the front of your body, between your breasts, over your stomach, and lower.

You gasped sharply as he positioned the rope right between your spread legs.

He tied a thick, deliberate knot exactly where it would press against your swollen clit. The knot was firm, perfectly placed so that any tiny movement would grind it against your most sensitive spot.

“There we go…” Mikey said, voice low and satisfied as he stepped back to admire you. “Now you’re really fucked.”

The rope connected your neck to your cunt — every time you moved your head or arched your back, the knot rubbed harshly against your clit. You were completely trapped by your own body’s reactions.

“Fuuuck, look at you,” he groaned, palming his cock again. “All tied up with a rope running straight to that greedy little clit. You’re going to torture yourself for me every time you squirm.”

He reached down and gave the rope a light tug, making the knot press harder against your clit. A broken moan tore from your throat instantly.

Mikey leaned in close, gripping your jaw roughly as he smirked.“Does that feel good, you pathetic little rope whore? Bet you’re already close to losing your mind and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

He spat on your tits again, watching it slide down your body toward the rope.“Move for me. I want to watch you fuck yourself with that knot.”

Mikey’s hand came down hard across your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. The sound echoed in the room as your head snapped to the side, a fresh wave of heat rushing through your body.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

You whimpered, lips parted, completely at his mercy. Mikey grabbed the rope around your neck and tugged it upward, making the thick knot grind harshly against your swollen clit.“I said hump it like the desperate little slut you are,” he ordered, voice dripping with cruelty. “Rub that pathetic cunt on the knot. Show me how badly you need it.”

You tried immediately, desperate to please him. You rocked your hips forward as much as the tight ropes allowed — but the hogtie and the connections between your wrists, ankles, thighs and neck barely let you move. Every small shift made the knot press and slide against your clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you, but it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t get the friction you craved.

You let out a frustrated, needy moan, struggling harder, trying to grind down on the rope.

Mikey watched you with dark amusement, tilting his head.

“Is that the best you can do?” he laughed coldly. “Look at you… pathetic. Tied up like a fucking toy and you can’t even hump a rope properly. Such a useless little whore.”

He slapped your face again, lighter this time but still sharp, then gripped your jaw tightly.

“Faster,” he demanded, voice mean and low. “I said hump it. Grind that dripping cunt like you’re in heat. You’re not even moving, baby. Are you that fucking helpless? That stupid? All you’re good for is taking whatever I give you and you can’t even do that right.”

You whined loudly, trying desperately to move more, the ropes digging into your skin as you rocked your hips in tiny, frustrated movements. The knot kept teasing your clit, never giving you enough pressure, making you drip even more.

Mikey smirked, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.“That’s it… keep struggling for me, you filthy, desperate rope slut. The more you fight it, the wetter you get.”

Mikey grabbed the rope around your neck again, using it as a leash to control your movements. He pulled it just enough to make the thick knot grind harder against your swollen, aching clit.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered, voice low and mocking. “Keep humping that knot like the pathetic little bitch in heat you are. Come on, move those hips for me.”

You tried harder, whimpering desperately as you rocked your body in the tiny range the ropes allowed. The knot rubbed against your clit with every struggle, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through you, but it was never enough.

Mikey laughed darkly as he watched you fight against your own restraints. Without warning, his hand came down hard on your tits — a sharp, stinging slap on your left breast, then your right, making them bounce and turn pink.

You whined loudly, voice breaking.“But Mikey… you tied me up so I can’t even move properly…” you cried out, frustrated and dripping, eyes glassy with need.

Mikey’s smirk grew cruel and amused. He slapped your tits again, harder this time, watching them jiggle as you moaned.“And isn’t that the fucking funniest thing I’ve ever done?” he chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Look at you — all trussed up like a little fuck puppet, trying so hard to hump a rope because you’re too desperate to think straight. You can barely move an inch and you’re still grinding on it like a brainless whore.”

He tugged the rope again, forcing the knot to press and drag against your clit while he continued slapping your sensitive tits, turning them redder with every hit.

“Keep going,” he taunted, voice dripping with mean delight. “Hump it faster, baby. I love watching you struggle. This is so fucking pathetic… and so fucking hot.”

You were desperate, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you struggled against the tight ropes. But then you found it — the right angle.

By pushing your chest forward as much as the rope around your throat allowed and rolling your hips in a small, sharp circular motion, you could finally grind properly against the thick knot pressed to your clit. The movement was limited, almost pathetic, but it worked. The knot rubbed firm and steady against your swollen nub with every roll, sending real waves of pleasure through your soaked cunt.

You started doing it faster, moaning loudly as you humped the rope like your life depended on it, completely lost in the feeling.

Mikey’s eyebrows raised slightly, clearly surprised. He watched you for a long moment, eyes dark with lust as you kept grinding, your tits bouncing slightly with every desperate movement.

“Well… fuck me,” he muttered, voice low. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

“Look at that. My stupid little rope slut finally figured it out.” He reached down and stroked your cheek almost tenderly, even as he continued, “I thought you were just a brainless whore who couldn’t even hump a knot without help… but here you are, fucking yourself on it like a good girl.”

He slapped your tits again, but lighter this time, almost like a reward.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Grind that greedy clit on my rope. Fuck, you look so pretty when you’re actually trying.” His voice dropped into something softer but still filthy. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Not completely useless after all, huh?”

Mikey leaned down and spat on your tongue again as you kept desperately humping the knot, moaning into his mouth when he kissed you roughly.“I’m proud of you,” he whispered against your lips, stroking your hair. “My perfect, filthy, smart little cumslut.”

Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.“Mikey— fuck— I’m gonna— I can’t—”

You didn’t even get to finish the sentence.

Your whole body tensed violently as the orgasm crashed through you. A raw, guttural cry tore from your throat as you squirted hard, soaking the ropes, the bed, and Mikey’s hand that was resting on your thigh. The mess was surprising, even to you — a clear, powerful gush that kept spilling out with every pulse of your cunt, dripping everywhere while you shook and twitched in the tight bondage.

Mikey’s eyes widened for a second in raw lust… then darkened with dangerous amusement.

Slap.

His hand connected hard with your cheek, snapping your head to the side as you were still mid-orgasm.

“You fucking slut,” he growled, voice low and furious. “I didn’t give you permission to cum. Not once.”

You whimpered pathetically, still twitching from the aftershocks, your pussy still dripping onto the soaked sheets.

Mikey grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him. His thumb dug into your cheek as he stared straight into your glassy eyes.

“Look at this fucking mess you made… squirting all over my ropes like a brainless whore who can’t control herself.” He slapped your face again, lighter but still sharp. “That was pathetic. And now you’re gonna pay for it.”

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered darkly:

“You’re staying tied up exactly like this for a long time, baby. I’m not even close to being done with you. That little orgasm you stole? That’s gonna cost you. I’m going to edge you until you’re crying and begging… and maybe — maybe — if you’re really good, I’ll let you cum again.”

He gave the rope around your neck a firm tug, making the knot grind against your oversensitive clit again, forcing a broken sob out of you.